Liv in a Life Well-Lived

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer Starring: Ben Whishaw, Dustin Hoffman, Professor Snape I heard about the book through Sep, who exclaimed over dinner one night that she wants to get her hands on the novel Perfume, which the movie I’m about to discuss is based on. I trust Sep’s taste for it has never failed me yet, so I decided to find the book meself. Turns out, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. Nothing in bookstores, nothing on-line. I’ve also surfed the pirate waves, and came up with nada, zilch, niente. So I just went to a video store and borrowed a copy of the movie which sat gathering flies on the New Releases shelf. I felt a surge of hope when I saw how nobody seems to want to watch it. Hellboy and My Only U is all out, but Perfume remained. It must be more than just crap then. More people like crap nowadays, sells better. And I was right. Visually gripping, would be my word for the film. How one movie can capture reality so viscerally, I cannot say. I am not sure it ...

Why does every single picture taken of Rob Pattinson and Kirsten Stewart looks like they've just been to a Britney No-Panties Allowed Party? Absolutely looking trashed, in each and every frame. See for yourself. No love lost between me and the movie OR the book, but believe me, it's not the reason why I'm commenting on this. Well, maybe a little. On the lighter side, I read on Yahoo that searches on how to achieve Rob Pattinson's hair as Ed Cullen has reached gajillions. ... ? ... Really? I thought it was fairly obvious. Put on Maximum load, climb into washing machine, ask someone to press start, then go out to hang dry. This is the simpler method, because the other one involves a tornado and the murder of the Wicked Witch of the West. But for those who seriously, seriously, seriously need to know, here's what the experts have to say about it: How To Get Rob Pattinson's Hair: http://hairstyling.suite101.com/article.cfm/how_to_get_robert_pattinsons_hair (dis...

Ten Reasons Why I am being Thankful at 1:59 a.m.: 10. I paid my December membership for Fitness First: 1 more month to go and Im free!!! 9. My back didn't hurt as much today. 8. Ella and I went window shopping at Trinoma and Shang (kaya kahit masakit paa, okay lang) 7. Bought 2 books on sale: Jack of Ravens by Mark Chadbourn and Gentlemen and Players by Joanne Harris 6. I saw Jericho Rosales (sabay-sabay: Jericho!!) 5. We bought lamb chops sa Rustans for our Media Noche (I'm cookin'!) 4. Ella bought me a pink shawl type poncho which makes me feel so Zara. 3. She also bought me a 4g USB and I can finally stash ALL my downloads in it. 2. I finished Wyvern Hall by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes while waiting around in Powerbooks. It was great! 1. I have finally submitted the on-line application form for the UN Democratic Fund Proposal, and I am finally, truly free to enjoy my vacation. yey for things to be thankful for!!!

but hot damn. He is legal already, right? Younger than my sister, but I've heard heck is a place where age doesn't matter. :)

When did it happen? My inaanak which I last saw while he was 6 months old is now a towering adolescent. My twin cousins are now rambuctious nine-year-olds but somehow they still looked like 5-year-olds in my head. Ella's friends are now managers, models, etc. Jamie is getting married on January. I am growing freakin' old, which proves nobdy really knows they're getting older. Everyone feels the same age inside. No wonder so many people are in denial about it. How old are you?

When did it happen? My inaanak which I last saw while he was 6 months old is now a towering adolescent. My twin cousins are noew rambuctious nine-year-olds but somehow they still looked like 5-year-olds in my head. Ella's friends are now managers, models, etc. Jamie is getting married on January. I am growing freakin' old, which proves nobdy really knows they're getting older. Everyone feels the same age inside. No wonder so many people are in denial about it. How old are you?

I'm not really sure when the holidays started becoming a season of frenetic activity for me. When I was a kid, Christmas was when I relax and watch the adults lead themselves to a frenzy. I guess I really have crossed that threshhold, huh? Nevertheless, to everyone reading this blog, you're most probably loyal friends. Thus, let me greet everyone a Blessed Christmas and a More Blessed New Year!

James, age 22, has just had a car accident on his way home from work. No one was injured, but his mother's car was totalled. He arrives home to tell his mother what happened. First Person: Oh crap. Oh jolly holy crap. My eyes felt like they were burning in their sockets. The doctor who checked me up after the accident proclaimed I was fine, which means the feverish sensation I’m feeling right now is just all in my imagination. I might just be a trifle terrified about what I’m about to do. You can’t blame me anyhow. How does anyone tell their mother you just wrecked her Honda? I’m standing on her front porch and I can’t even ring the godforsaken doorbell. “James?” Ma called out from the side path. So she was out back and saw me come in. “What are you doing here so early?” “Uh… Ma. I have a little news for you.” I sgueezed my hands - open and close. “You see… there was an accident.” “Accident?” her eyes were quizzical. Then I saw when she realized what I must mean. “Are you hurt?” I ...