Liv in a Life Well-Lived

Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging. Based on the book Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging. Which is about a 14-year-old girl who is navigating her way through adolescence which is fret with mishaps with Angus the cat, thongs on biyatches and your mom, and perfect snogging in all its ten levels of intimacy. Oh, c'mon! EVERYBODY knows I never really grew up, somehow. And no matter how my accent is purely neutral Pinoy, my running commentary inside my head about my life is being delivered in perfect Queen's English accent. The movie is all-Brit, and as always, i like their dry wit. There were some cringe-moments for me, but only because I can still relate to Georgia (the protagonist) in her confusion about boys. I also resisted with all my might NOT to take notes when they were discussing how to kiss boys. ME! I am 13 years older than she is. If that isn't pathetic, I don't know what is. So what are birthdays? Nothing but time markers. It doesn't really show how

Which to watch, which to avoid like the plague, and which to watch out of loyalty WATCH Slumdog Millionaire The Golden Globe win roused my curiosity, because I'm sure everyone's asking how the heck did a bunch of nobodies win over Leonardo DiCaprio, right? Well, as it turns out, the movie isn't half so bad. It ain't bad at all. Compared to other Bollywood movies I was forced to watch, this one was entirely watchable, and never cringe-worthy. I guess, it's not even Bollywood really. The director was entirely western, anyhow. The story is about a young boy who was suspected of cheating onIndia's Who Wants To Be a Millionaire TV quiz show. How can a boy from the slums know so much, they say. I liked the way the story was told, how they took each question from the quiz show as a way to flashback into Jamal's past. I also liked the grittiness of the settings captured on film. India looks a lot like Manila, if you ask me. And the dancing didn't come until afte

The radio plays your song The one that broke your heart And never mended it. When the radio plays this song, it breaks my heart And I'm trying to get over it. I ask, when she hears this song does she even know two people are hurting because of it? I hope someday I'll hear a song and know I have moved on because I'll never even remember you in it.

Seriously? There are girls this obsessed with weddings? The most I dreamt of about my own wedding is that it'll be done in the Parish of Holy Sacrifice in UP Diliman. I'll wear something white, and oh, yeah, there'll have to be a groom. Other than that, I plan to cross the bridge when I get there. Thank God I didn't go through the "Our Dream Wedding" scrapbook phase. There are seriously better things to dream of than weddings, in my opinion. It's just one day, and not even the most important day. What's more important is that the days that follow; the fact that you have to make sure you don't end up killing the man you married. But it's a special day, true. One that would entail some planning. But not the cause for the resumption of World War 3. Liv and Emma were the bff kind of people. They complement each other, want the same things, something short of taking a piss together. But when their respective boyfriends proposed to them, and a mix-up

I remember reading Scott Fitzgerald's "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" in high school; it probably made its mark because it was just so overtly whimsical. There was nothing in the short story that begged to be believed, and that was fine with me. It was an early awakening to surreal, semi-fantastic writing, and I liked it if only because it was very weird. So what I don't get is why the movie begged so hard to be believable. Practically everything was changed, the story included. In the short story, Benjamin was born old and already talking. His mother did not die, and his father did not abandon him. The older Button was embarassed of course, so tried to hide his son as much as possible. Benjamin grew up, not in a retirement home, but in his very own home. He tried to enter Yale, but was kicked out because he claimed to be teener when he clearly looked 70. He became a great businessman, saw Hildegarde Montcrief and married her. They had one son - Roscoe. They did

Banana Yoshimoto She reads like a lullaby, but you just can't afford to sleep because you might miss out on something wonderful... and her writing is always luminscent. Gap Heaven I can't get enough of this smell. I want one. :( Gyoza I have been frequenting Japanese fastfood recently for one reason lang: gyoza, lots and lots of it. I don't know why I'm so addicted. Maybe because it tastes so different from siomai. Devon Aoki I can look at this girl forever! Her face has this really interesting mix. She's not conventionally beautiful, in my head, she actually transcends that.

I told you I’ll come up with it sooner or later. I just needed to get my bearings about this year. So far, it had been really good. I can afford to be a little more hopeful now because I couldn’t afford not to be. I didn’t make it an all-encompassing list. I decided to categorize it so that when I evaluate my achievements at the end of this year, I would know which aspect I need to improve on. Here goes: 2009 Resolutions: Health Maintain my gym membership, even if it’s only as a weekend thing. That way I’d be forced to move my body because I’m paying for the option. Drink my medicines on time, and not take the risk of adjusting my dosage as I see fit. Eat breakfast, savor lunch, limit dinner Wealth Keep a small notebook where I can write down all my daily expenses. The notes will help me evaluate my spending patterns and help me budget my funds better Re-instate priorities: splurge strategically. I already know I tend to overcompensate with unnecessary things if I try to repress my ret

I felt like ranting again today.. About him and me. Or rather, the absence of it. At that point when I was about to indulge in the rant, a sliver of sanity caught my avalanching emotions and stopped me. Talk about stretching the line, but that thread held. I realized with complete joy that I can control it now. I can feel bad, diss him for being so confusing. Or diss myself for allowing myself to fall so far. I can even hate myself for not being pretty enough. But instead of doing all of THAT… again, it dawned upon me that what I really wanted was to rise from it. I wanted it to stop. The anger I felt was because of the panic that he’d find someone else before I got over him. I need to be over him first. I need to show everyone, who I am sure is aware by now that we had, have, had something undefinable, that I am soooo over him. In the end, it’s not him I want. It’s salvaging my pride I desire the most. Because that’s the worst part isn’t it? To not be wanted and have everyone know it

A human rights organization has a new bid to save more marine life from being consumed by cruel, avaricious humans. A campaign to call fish as sea kittens are now being targeted at children. “If children were taught to refer to fish as "sea kittens," reflecting that fish, like cats and dogs, are "individuals" that "do have friendships," fewer fish might be killed for food or sport, said Pulin Modi, a spokesman. "We want people to realize that more fish are killed each year than all animals combined," he said. "They don't have the sympathy of more popular animals like cats and dogs." A valiant concept, if I ever saw one. Although I have to say, I still lean towards moderation rather than annihilation of desires for our fellow living creatures. People have got to eat something more than air, you know. If we are going to go as far as calling fish as sea kittens, let’s take it the whole block and call vegetables as puppy greens. That wa

I once read somewhere that the mind can forget many things, whether we will it or not. But somehow, our senses will always betray us. I want my senses to betray me. Maybe that's why I walked in a daze today when I realized I can't smell my Mum in the clothes she left hanging in her closet. I never threw it out. Maybe I should, I'm aware of that. But her clothes in the closet is my last connection to the past, back when things were alright. I touched her clothes today, buried my head amongst the silks and cotton, but her scent is gone. I cannot smell her. Sometimes, I catch myself listening to people breathing too. Automatic thing, breathing. Everytime I hear anybody inhaling, exhaling nearby, I try to match it with the way my Dad breathes. His breath had always been a little too fast, a little wheezy, due to the heart problem. I keep listening, but they're always too slow, or way too fast, too shallow, or too quiet. I try to listen, everyday, but I cannot hear him anymo

Silas Schuyler Skye is now officially well. Thanks for your warm wishes, bert loi. :) -=-=-=-=-=- Just have a new pet peeve: men who wear toooo much cologne / perfume. What are they trying to do? Annihilate every functioning nostril within a mile radius? Why can't they seem to realize that instead of attracting the female of the species, all they succeed at is irritating us instead. Tip to guys: A hint (and not an atomic hit) of perfume is classy. -=-=-=-=-=- Hay, there's this new guy in the office, and he's medium cute. He looks specially nice when he smiles. I remember talking to him already, I think his name is Cedric, Eric or something. Just the fact I can't remember the conversation makes me wary though. It's either I am overly self-absorbed, or he is so forgettable. I am not so ready to discount my being self-absorbed, so it's still anybody's guess. -=-=-=-=-=- I haven't done my new year's list yet. But it's forming in my head already. As o

My laptop got hit by a d*mn virus and hit my OS files last January 1, 2009. What a way to start the year, eh? Anyhow, I was advised to save the important files in a flash drive. I don't do back-up (idiotic, I know) so I had to choose which one to save at such short notice and with limited space: my music files or my ebooks. . I spent a year accumulating an impressive music library. I guess I had about more than 8,000 songs stored in my laptop and desktop. Name it, I got it: pop, rock, skaa, classical, praise, alt rock, rock classics, bossa, etc. . Now, I just started downloading ebooks about 6 months ago, but my ebook collection now has about 2,000 titles from the following genres: romance, sci-fi, fantasy, YA, comic books, thrillers, non-fic, biographies, etc. . Considering these things, when push came to shove, I still chose the books. And even then, I only chose the fantasy books and YA. Romance novels are easily downloaded anyway. I do feel pangs of regret, but in my head, book