old loves, new loves...

Yesterday I was going around The Podium and happened to encounter an adorable old couple inside the elevator. They were so cute, they seemed so happy and in love I got sooo "kilig." Plus, going up the escalator I saw them holding hands. Aww...

Oh, Nica has a new boyfriend. YIHEE! I'm so glad she's finally found someone to share her life with. It's something she's been wanting for a long time now and it couldn't have happened to a better person. She has so much love to give.

ANYWAY... Nica and I went on a movie date yesterday - something we hadn't done in ages. It was so much fun! We walked around, window-shopped, and pigged out like anything. :) The movie we saw, Saved!, was actually quite entertaining. It isn't anything one should take seriously - especially since I'm guessing it's a little offensive to Christians much like the way the Catholics detested Dogma - but it WAS funny, albeit a little exaggerated. Plus, I loved the God Only Knows cover they used during the credits. I think it was Michael Stipe singing background vocals (it sounded like him and he DID produce the movie). Wala lang.

i miss kermit

I finally remembered my old blog name. Whoopsie. While the account still works my blog, alas, is gone. Not that there was much in the old one anyway. I'm liking this one much better.

After much hullabaloo on my part, Reg and I actually got to talk over the phone yesterday. I swear, though, it was as if the world was conspiring so that we couldn't. I'm so glad we did though. It was kinda funny - how he called me while I was crossing the street. I already get into enough accidents on my own without being distracted by a phone conversation. Hehe. I managed to cross the street in one piece and stood in the middle of the sidewalk for about 20 minutes while talking. I miss Reg. Sobra. Hearing his "Kermit-ty" voice was so comforting, like he was still here, like nothing's changed. I thank God we haven't lost touch.

Exag. He's only been gone 2 weeks. Still, keeping friendships in different countries can be a bit difficult. I'm glad he's vigilant about keeping in touch. I really wouldn't have it any other way.

andrew niccol, the rule of four

Andrew Niccol is my favorite screenwriter.

Yep. If you watched the Terminal, he wrote the story. He also did Truman Show, Simone, and Gattaca. Gattaca is my favorite. I suppose there are others out there whose writing is better than his... but it isn't so much the writing I admire... it's the way his mind works. I don't know anyone who can conjure up a better story than him. That's my opinion, at least. Galing kasi. I mean, the stories he tells begin with simple, ordinary premises but he thinks up ways to throw you off balance. It's the what-ifs and could've-beens that get to you. It's the fact that his films are story-driven rather than effects-dependent. It's because he looks at things in a way that make you think "Shit. I could've done that!" but never cross your mind to begin with. It's his way of creating the absurd and making it easier to swallow. The reality is still bleak, but at least it's entertaining.

Sigh. I want to write like that.

Anyway, the reason I brought him up is because I finally got to watch the Terminal last Saturday. I know, I know. It's a bit late. Still, there was something sweet about the way my mom dragged me and my brother out of our rooms to have dinner and watch a movie. At least for a short while, we ALL got along. Now isn't that something? For once we bickered only on where to eat.

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I finally finished reading The Rule of Four. Not a bad read, but definitely nowhere near as riveting as The Da Vinci Code (The Vinci Code. hehe). It was a bit disappointing, seeing that I put so much effort into compiling the damn thing. It was a good book, quite interesting, but the ending seemed a little too predictable and, to be honest, half-baked. People who expect the same kind of action as that from the Dan Brown books won't be satisfied. It deals more about brotherhood (at least to me) than about the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (yeah, say it ten times over and over! woohoo!). Still, it's a good book to read while curled up under the covers - especially since it's getting colder at night.

Oh, darn. I think I should start my Christmas shopping soon.

charitable art for the streetwalker

I love dressing up. I love dresses. I love being all girlie-girl. I think it's a result of my Mom refusing to buy me dresses when I was younger. You know how moms are - they like to control their children. When I was growing up, she dressed me. It annoyed me because I had to go through the "shoulder-pads" stage... and it wasn't even the 80's! So anyway, I never really got to pick what I wanted to wear until college, and it was only way after that I think I got the hang of it. Not that I'm a fashionista, but I'm certainly not a sloppy dresser anymore.

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

I had to attend an art exhibit last night because my boss commissioned one of the paintings. Cocktails and all, I wanted to dress up. I bought the cutest little lace dress the other day so I already planned my outfit. Taking a last look into my mirror, I notice that there's a slight tear in the sideseam. Oh, great. But, having come from AC where they teach you to sew as early as the second grade, I thought I could mend it. I could have but I was running late. In a rush I put on the first dress I could find that I hadn't already worn. Okay, so it was a little short. And glam.

Apparently I looked like a hooker so I wore my raincoat over it. Haha. My raincoat was longer than my dress. So I bought another outfit and changed. The skirt I bought was the same length as the dress. Literally. Like, if I added straps to the skirt it would've come off the same length as the dress. Whoopsie.

The art exhibit was a mix of hoity-toity and showbiz. Can I just say that while some of the works were fantastic... our painting looked like shit. Seriously. It was DAMN UGLY. How annoying.

After the exhibit Ana and I went to this benefit concert, where the tickets were like P5,000 each. Since we were the only two people who could make it, we tried to make the most out of the P20,000 we spent (rather, my boss did) on the tickets. Haha. You'd think they served like... vodka at least. Not even close. I was laughing like anything when I found out all they served us was iced tea and a plate of garlic mushrooms. Hahaha. At least the evening was entertaining.

Shit. I must get back to work.

ha!

I just had to gloat that FINALLY I was able to convert the damn thing into an e-book. *extremely smug look*

The Rule of Four, anyone? Wheeeee!!!

e-book fixation...

Now I know why I still prefer REAL books to e-books.

I am admittedly an e-book convert (yes, Reg, you were right) but sometimes you can’t help but love the feel of paper beneath your fingertips.

Okay, fine. The OTHER reason is I just spent half the day converting HTML files using eBook Studio only to find that it still won’t work on my T3. Major annoyance. I was so proud of my work pa naman. Nevermind. I think I will take a trip to PowerBooks and buy the damn thing. Or maybe buy the e-book online. Hmmm… What to do, what to do.

Many many thanks to Deo for e-mailing me The Rule of Four. It’s sure to be a fabulous book, when I finally do get the chance to read it.

Right now I am VERY tempted to purchase the book online. Twiddle, twiddle. Do I buy the e-book? Dammit, I want to read that book! But I can just as easily drive to PowerBooks tonight and buy myself a copy.

Darn. Maybe I should sleep on it.

peeling time again

I seriously look like an onion.

Like most people, I go through weird stages - the last one being my fat and ugly stage. Well, I decided to get off it last week so I went and had Mesothin done as well as a Spanish Peel. So while I'm losing a bit of weight, I'm concurrently peeling like an onion. I swear, I see people actually get all gigil and tempted to pull off the skin. Ouch.

Binky dropped by the office today, around the same time Mark did. I felt like I was throwing a party. Miguel was here too, trying to salvage both our reputations by redoing the layout of our magazine. Hayayay.

Hanging out with my mare was so much fun... Reminded me just like old times. She's right though - we only ever get to see each other in installments. Still, at least we're all keeping in touch now. Just today I was graced with Binky's presence, Nica called me twice, and Allotte texted me. Oh, mares... I swear. We'll definitely have to have our slumber party weekend. We sooo need to catch up.

Chatted with Reg today, which was fun. He's still a little lonely but I think he'll get the hang of it soon. Hmm... By the time he gets back he can be my film guru na. Hehehe. My techie guru, who's always ALWAYS right. I miss him so much. I mean, I can't even watch the Muppets because I'm reminded of him. Hahaha. Thank God for the wonders of technology.

Okay. Getting a headache now. I think I'll go back to my Flash project. I'm relearning it, you see. I need a new hobby. :)

for the first time in ages...

There's something satisfying about indulging in an old vice after taking some time off it. Last night, I joined a bunch of office friends as we set out to set up our I.T. guy. Okay, so Mr. Personality falls flat on the interesting scale but it's nothing a makeover can't fix. Hehe. I have Queer Eye fantasies. No, they're not THOSE kinds of fantasies. Fine. Maybe sometimes. But this isn't the case. What I mean is that I'm making it a personal goal to turn Mr. Flatbread into, well, someone a little more drool-worthy. He's not ugly naman. He's nice. He's smart. He's just sooo... square. More square than a square. Seriously. He needs to lighten up, and I'm making it my mission to Fab Five him into interesting-dom. :)

But I digress. Anyway, we ended up in Casa Armas where I totally indulged in one of my most favorite drinks - Sangria!!! I was supposed to go to Dish at 10pm to watch the boys (who, I just heard won the ALIW Award for Best New Artist or something - woohoo!!!). By 10-ish, I was way to sloshed to drive all the way to QC so I decided to stay... and drink some more. Bwahaha.

Well, it was Ana's birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANA BANANA!!!) this morning (9/11) so we ended up moving to San Mig to celebrate even more. I can't recall the last time I walked all-wobbly from alcohol. I seriously drank a lot. I even had Long Island Iced Tea in Reg's honor. Freaky nga that we both messaged each other at the same time. I think I was pretty much incoherent when we tried to chat. Bear hug to Reg in apology. You know I love you (eh?). Haha.

After much slinking and wobbling, I finally got home and slept. No hangovers today, but I'm still blanking out on some of what happened. Oops.

Well, time to get back to work. And my chocolate bar. Yumyum.

Oh, and what happened to Mr. Personality? He stayed with us till the very end. But he forgot to text us when he got home. Oh, well. In his words? "I forgot to text you because I didn't realize I was sleeping already." Cheers, queers?

sinking into an addiction

Haha. For the second time in a row, I got caught drinking in the office.

Technically, drinking in the office isn't allowed... But I usually sneak in some alcohol when I feel the need to just, well, unwind. Like the time I had writer's block. This time, however, my boss actually walked in on me. Oops.

Still, it's no biggie. I can pretty much function whilst hammered. Sometimes, you just feel the need to rebel. Besides, my work hasn't been compromised. On the contrary it's actually improved. Ha!

Okay. Time to go outside and do something else that's not allowed within the premises. Like... like... I don't know. Nevermind. Maybe I'll just drink some more. :P

insomnia and hard towers

Bastos. I know what you're thinking. :P

I know my blog's been pretty quiet lately... It's just that I've had a lot on my mind. The magazine I'm editing is due pretty soon... and I've kinda had to reschedule the cover shoot, um, 4 TIMES. Not that I'm complaining. I love our cover girl - she's super nice. I guess I just feel like an idiot for NOT hiring an assitant. Would've made my job MUCH easier.

On even duller stuff... Nothing much has been happening here. Yeah, Reg left but I'd rather not dwell lest I get all depressed... Oh, I've decided to be a hermit again. Just for a month or so, to clear my head.

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Yesterday was supposed to be mine and Puffy's 7th(?) anniversary. For the first time in 7 years, neither of us greeted the other. It was bound to happen sometime. :) I guess it's a little bittersweet, knowing how different our lives have become, and looking back can get a little weird. I had coffee with Squishy Cheeks the other day and he's still surprised at how Puffy and I keep in touch. And he warned me about keeping boundaries. But Puffy and I have always had a weird relationship, the kind that nobody understood, and it's quite sad how things have taken a weird turn as of late. I never meant for things to get uncomfy. I suppose I'm a little guilty for creating a situation that would lead to that. Haay....

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Reg and I had the weirdest conversation this morning. It was about my non-existent love life. I swear, I was laughing at 4am. Hahaha. How bizarre. Miss you.

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The last entry on my totally chaotic post? Someone sent me a letter. It was supposed to be Heart Tower. Not HARD TOWER. I don't know. Sounded a little kinky to me.

Hey, I told you I'm not thinking straight. :P

my first blood test

I've had many stupid moments in my life, and I'm not going to deny that this is one of them.

I had my first ever blood test today, since I'm undergoing Mesolipo. Woohoo!!! Time to lose weight. I'm getting way too fat. Seriously. The last time I was this fat, I was in college. Sooo not a pretty sight. I was such a slob back then it's pretty embarrassing. I mean, when people start to ask whether you're actually allowed to go to attend class in your outfit (and you're not wearing ANYTHING remotely scandalous), you know you're dressed quite badly. I was never a fashion victim, but I have to admit I didn't exactly care about my looks.

Anyway, I go to the clinic and have my blood sample taken right? Well, the nurse picks up this small test tube (yeah, but boy did it look big) and I start freaking out. Short of going "WAAAAAH!!!," I whimper endlessly instead. Buti na lang Lizzie was there to hold my hand (again - the last time was when I had the x-ray for my wrist) and calm me down. Hello. I started whining and blubbering even before the stupid needle pierced my skin. I freaked out when she swabbed my skin with alcohol. What the heck!?! The sound I made was more like a... a cross between "HERRMMMM" and a howl. That and a banshee wail, I kid you not. I swear, I won't be showing my face in that clinic soon.

What a baby.