Liv in a Life Well-Lived

Do you believe in evolution? I do. No amount of tub-thumping can change my mind about it. It's this fairly obvious thing: through the millenia creatures change. Not everyone believes it though, because some say the actual evolutionary mechanism is unobservable. If you don't know how it works, then it must not exist. Weird. Not all people know how automobiles work, but you can't argue the fact that they exist. Non-evolutionists will cite biblical, mystical and divine facts, some of which I also believe in. But science is not exclusionary of faith. Christian science has given an explanation I have come to believe is true. Not everything you read is accurate. The Bible, holy and sacred as it is, is not a factual account of what transpired through the years. So when in Genesis, you read, " The Lord created man on the sixth day ", it does not have to be taken literally. As a writer, it is understandable that to write good fiction, the ordinary must be extremely glorifi

WTF am i doing NOT Writing??? Tell me, why am i f wasting my time with these trivial commentaries? Why am f involved with all these inane things that my soul does not care about, not one whit? Blogging is good exercise for the writer, if and only if, it helps her/him refine her thoughts and broaden her/his perspective. But when you start talking about frea**** Britney Spears, you know you've hit the ground, worse for wear. Tell me, am I being too hard on myself? Because i don't think so. Let me tell you why I had been trying to make my blog colorful --- I want to be read. I hope that for the last two years since I had been doing this thing, I at least, could have entertained just one soul. Reading back over what i have written, I can get lost for hours; but after all is said and done, it does not leave a mark inside. I do not feel changed. I believe it's safe to deduce that the readers do not feel changed as well. Entertaining, yes. Meaningful, no. Can any of you understand

Book in Hand: Nine Supernatural Stories Edited by April Yap Timbol and my Hum 1 prof Lara Saguisag Had been needing my E-fix over the weekend, and I found a link (again, by rickey) which could suffice for now. :) Man, this is worse than being a druggie. :) Turn off the sound first while it downloads so you won't get robotic sounds. Just wanted to prove I'm not utterly insane to think this guy can sing and that he's pretty great. Try opening this link in a new window: www.rickey.org/blog/2006/06/elliott_yamin_moodys_mood_for_1.html While waiting for the video to download, let me talk to you about this recent news I have heard about Britney Spears. She (get this) wants to give birth to her second baby in Namibia. She wrote a letter to the Namibian government and everything, asking if she can be afforded the same Baby Plus package (well, wtf would you call it?) provided to Angelina Jolie-Pitt. It seems that this package covers (aside from a nifty hospital delivery) security an

Book in Hand: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Zoer Song in Mind: What i Won't Do For Love by Elliot Yamin (thanks for the mp3, rickey!!!) Being sick has its advantages. I was waddling around the house after a pointless medical check-up (they can't tell me anything about the pain in my stomach) clutching my tummy and bewailing my mystifying illness. My cousin couldn't stand to see me so blue so he ran to the nearest talipapa and bought a VCD copy of the movie " The Lake House ." I didn't ask him to! (I promise to all the staunch Privacy is a Crime advocates!) But he said he wanted to cheer me up and he knew I wanted to see the movie because I heart Sandra and Keanu. Since I am in no condition to go to the mall, I did the evil thing & watched the VCD. Oh boy. What a tangled web of implausibilities we weave, watching this movie. The movie started out okay, a bit slow, showing Sandra Bullock as a young Doctor named Kate Forster deali

Okaaaaay... Who's Rickey? The industrious blogger, that's who. He's just like you and me -- addictive to blogging, but somehow his transcedental commitment to bringing us the lowdown on everything Reality TV, including the successful run of his American Idol forums and threads, has brought him to heights never before imaginable for a Pinoy Blogger. Yours truly had been a constant visitor, always excited to download his uploaded mp3s of the AI performances, especially that of Elliot! Since he diverts thousands of AI fans from the Official AI website, Fox TV hates his guts. But I say, such a big, powerful company like the Big Bad FOX wouldn't really have their fur all ruffled up if it wasn't a formidable opponent they're facing, right? :) Yea, Rickey's the Dude. He's got the MAN down. Funny then that I found out he was actually part of the audience in the FOX show Live with Regis and Kelly two weeks ago. He posted some pics where we can see Fox's blata

Interesting, interesting, interesting. Life's many wounded seems to be replicating these days. And the wounds inflicted are usually due to matters of the heart it also seems. This morning, on the way to work, I heard a most frustrating story from my Dad. He teaches at THE oldest college in the country and it seems his new post as Chairman of the Management Area includes the responsibility of ensuring the wholistic development of students, whether as a group or an individual. This in turn translates to the fact that he now has to deal with the rottenest of the rotten Management students, and / or the most problematic. He's got a vow never to repeat it within the walls of the college, but he told me because he asked for my advice. He admitted he was kind of out of touch with the recent generation. He wants to see it from a more youthful (immature?) angle and I suppose that's why he asked me. :) I don't have the vow of secrecy, on the other hand, so I do not feel the least

Oh joy! Oh bliss! I got home in time to watch the American Idol re-runs on ABC 5 featuring the best performances of my favorites: Chris and Elliot! Tonight, I realized how utterly mono-stylistic Chris is, how he turns everything to rock which is cool but can get, boring. Meanwhile, Elliot sang according to the emotions of the song -- ecstatic, wistful, sad, rock, pop -- and yet still making it his own. When his videos started, it was enough to lure my Dad out of his room asking "Who's that singing?" I wanted to say: " Your future son-in-law; the singer of songs from the land of dreams, who'd sing me to sleep every single night and smile at me with that goofy smile and say I love you just the way you are!" But judging my Dad's weak heart I had to content myself with, "Elliot!!!" delivered in a voice more gushy than I intended it to be. And besides, E seems very much in love with his girlfriend. That lucky girl. She kinda deserves it, y'know

Book in Hand: Isaac Asimov's Magic : Collection of Fantasy Stories by the Sci-Fi Grandmaster Bejeez, I'm in love again. :) Teehee... And this guy's tall, for once.

"City Girl" art by jo tyler Here's the reality of my life: Every morning I wake up at 5:00 a.m. so as to be ready to leave the house for work at 5:45. From the Fairview area, I wait for a bus / jeep / fx going to Lawton / Kalaw / Buendia. En route to work, I inhale all kinds of exhaust fumes. I am jostled by a mixture of people --- some clean smelling, some doubtful looking. At 7:00 a.m. I reach the workplace and proceed to live a zombie life for the next eight to eleven hours in the office, unless of course, I'm on field, then I'm completely alive. AT 5:30 / 6:00 / 8:00 p.m. I leave the office and do the commuting thing all over again. I reach home by 8 p.m. / 9 p.m. / 10:00 p.m. and I am so drained it takes a herculean effort to clean up, eat dinner (yes, even to eat!) and climb the stairs to my room. Can I be blamed for trying to find something to spice this life up? Sometimes, it takes a huge effort to be interested to live each day. But there are times you j

They fit. I like the soft friction of your rough palm on my smooth one. I love the contrast in color it makes -- my light brown skin on your darker skin. I observed that there are no awkward spaces in between our clasped fingers. My hands, which used to be always too big for a girl, gloried in the feel of being enfolded in something larger than itself. If hands that fit one another is the only indicator of destiny, we would have been set for life. But as it is, I am not a believer of this theory. Physical measurements are too easy --- they make up half of the coincidences in the world. Or, it could be that after so many years I'm still running. I can't run though if you're holding my hands. So please let go. And remind me never to hold your hand again.

Book in Hand: The Princess Bride by William Goldman (exhausting bit of dollop, if you ask me) and Lempriere's Dictionary (totally incomprehensible) Reasons to Watch X-Men III: 1. I love Hugh Jackman. 2. I want to see how the movie messed up the comic books. 3. I love Hugh Jackman. 4. It's better than watching the tired movie concept that is All About Love and the complete failure to launch of, well, Failure to Launch . 5. I love Hugh Jackman. Is this list clear enough? I've watched Hugh in that forgettable movie with Ashley Judd (the movie remake of the book called Animal Husbandry ); I endured Kate and Leopo ld for him (yes, even with that hideous Duke costume he was forced to wear half the movie); and gasp! I even watched that kooky Australian movie Paperback Hero because of him. And of course, I watched X-Men and X-Men 2 because he plays the yummy-licious Wolverine. (Guys will kill me now for seeing Wolverine as yummy rather than the mean, lean fighting machine he is

I really haven't been feeling well these past few days. I often get stomach cramps because of my absolute love (greed?) to eat, but the past few days they had been unusually bad. I have a weird suspicion that our canteen food is making me sick. Last Friday, we had an activity we had catered by them and I ended up sick that evening. Last night, I got home to the most violent case of stomach problems I've ever known and that's after eating nothing the whole day except canteen food. One would think, right? PBSP Sportsfest 2006 Last year, I happened to be in the losing team. This year, my team won a SWEEP except for one fun game and emerged as over-all champion. I'm in the LIME GREEN Team this time ( bakit may Lime, Lime pa silang nalalaman? Ketchis. Ewan!) Of course, I reminisced about the utter patheticness of my team last year, and I found myself saying that I won't get so involved emotionally this time. You see, when I say I am a pacifist and I hate competition, wha

The world is full of absurd things. Stuff that's enough to turn the world upside down. And sometimes, you 'd wonder if it was ever the right side up. Diana Murders OK Magazine this June 2006 banners the story that the Diana Tragedy has disturbing new evidence which points to murder. Her death, along with Dodi Al Fayed, may have been a desperate attempt to stop them from announcing their impending union --- plus baby to boot. Reports say that the Royal Family just couldn't take the thought of an Egyptian baby as another contender to the throne. Well, if that isn't the oddest thing I have ever heard. But I suppose conspiracy-junkies would love this one. My only say is that, this is so strange it might as well be non-fiction. I'm not saying I believe it. It's just that, the British Royalties are all fluff nowadays. Charles with his New Age / acupuncture fetishes is just a bit too... normal. Coupled with his Dumbo ears--- he's more comical than kingly, isn't