worth the wait

almost everyone i know have experienced it.

they know how it feels, the way it looks, what's so cool about it. they have all formed opinions on what it lacked. they figured out how it could be improved. they loved and enjoyed it.

they had been enthralled and touched by the story. they felt pain, remorse, kilig, joy, and bitin-ness.

hay. nagagawa nga naman ng superman returns.


i think i am one of the last people who has seen the movie. i knew i could have caught it the first week of showing but my daddy acquired imax tickets on a later schedule. so even when all my friends ranted and raved about it, i kept the resolve NOT to see it if not in 3d. haha. yabang.

it was early morning, ano ba?

the eight story screen and the alien-y glasses convinced me that i deserved nothing less. i mean, it's cool that you see superman flying, but on 3d it's as if you can actually hold his face. [how papable brandon routh is. *swoons*]

this entry isn't meant to evaluate the quality of the film. duh. you've probably seen it [like the rest of the world] so i need not get into critic mode. you've probably heard it all, anyway. and this is not an evaluation of the imax cinema either. i am too lazy to be descriptive.

eh bat ba. blog ko to. this is meant to make inggit. hahahahahaha!

anyway, SONA day. i only appreciated it in high school because we always had no classes. eight years after, i get sick of the same crap. i am sorry. but i'm not a fan of hullabaloos.

basically it goes like this:

i forgot to talk about education. *applause*

really, i am stealing money from the public all the while. *applause*

i would like to thank fanny serrano for my hair and make up. *applause*

i don't have plans for the future but so what? i am cute. *applause*

and that ladies and gentlemen is how it goes.

the sights and sounds of public transpo and missable misses

on my way to manila from le uber cool mountains, i was feeling so happy because my week had been productive [look ma, i'm awake]. plus the night sky was so amazing. i was so filled with joy stargazing on the bus [good thing victory liner busses have large windows], i didn't notice that we have stopped for a long time. there were red lights strobing in the distance and media vans. wow scoop ito. then the bus moved forward and when i looked out, holy jeepers, there was a dead man sprawled on marcos hi-way! all i could blurt out was, "oh my goodness." my only consolation was that i didn't see his face. creepy.

i tried to sleep. that's new because i never tried sleeping; it had always been so natural to me. anyway, i finally dozed off and the next thing i knew, we were in manila. i decided to walk and take the jeep instead of hailing a cab. i needed to exercise. and cross big roads. [oh. pedestrian stop lights in timog corner edsa, don't work.]

in the jeepney, there were two men talking about working late shifts. baristas most likely. they were discussing how annoying it was when customers would trip them. i felt guilty for giving psst, all, ever, free and takeshi as my name for order call outs. but but it's so fun hearing, "pizza for ever!" diba? diba? or "coffee for all!" ah. but them baristas are smart. they changed the system for trippers. they'd now say, "free, your coffee is ready." oh diba, style. chenes.

one time, there was a gay teener snuggling so close to me even when the jeep was half empty. he was talking in his green 7610 and he suddenly says to me,"ate, ang ganda ng fone ko noh. hahaha." lasing ka ba?

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i stumbled upon the OBB of the adventures of pete and pete on you tube. you know, the nickelodeon show with two brothers with the same name. my siblings and i bonded over every episode; waking each other up on wee hours of the day to catch re-runs. i felt my eyes brimming with tears at the sight of the all-too familiar characters: pete, pete, petunia, ellen, mom, dad, artie, nona, bus driver stu... and other quirky characters. i felt like i reunited with a long lost love.



speaking of old nick shows, i also miss clarissa explains it all. melissa joan hart as clarissa darling is just adorable. she's probabaly one of the reasons why i majored in journalism. hehe. joke lang yun. i love love the show. i'd catch it everyday, even the 2am replay. i was that hooked because the show gives light to typical teenager issues in an interesting, "journalistic" way [i am talking about teeny bopper issues. i was young, sue me]. plus clarissa had an eccentric fashion sense. although bordering on tacky, it was forgivable. heck, it was the early 90's.



i can probably name a dozen shows i miss. legends of the hidden temple, all that [the original cast], kenan and kel, the secret world of alex mack, wwf [yes, when stone cold reigned supreme and dx was the coolest thing ever], tgis *rolls eyes*, takeshi's castle, shaider, mask man [laser squadron, mas-kuu maaan!], bio man, dexter's lab, saved by the bell, beverly hills 90210, doogie houser, m.d., mcgyver *swoon*, mission impossible [when they were a team and not tom cruise hogging the spotlight]... so that's more than a dozen. and i grew up glued on the tube [but what kid in my generation isn't?] oh yes, i also sorely miss encantadia.



teka, teka, ankoolet ng DX! carlito, mag-suicide ka na. :)

some, some

signs that you've been inactive for a real long time:

1. when you manually polish the floor [read: floorwax at bunot] and ten minutes into the job, you sweat like an athlete.

2. carrying the rice cooker from one table to another makes your arms ache soon after.

3. you feel that resting means sleeping.

4. you can't finish a book because you fall asleep while reading.

5. walking uphill, say two steps up, makes you cry.

... goodness. what is wrong with this picture?

i am not a fan of british royalty. when somebody points out that camilla whoever is wearing a hideous head-dress, i'd go, "huh?" and i couldn't care less if prince william liked/likes britney spears. [but wait. britney's just a bad taste.]so no, when i step into london, i shall not bother myself with royalty. pish-posh.

fairy tales don't happen. they're too disney-ish. i'd believe fairy tales if one of them royal people fall in love with a non-celebrity, non-political [to the third degree] common person with a name like andrea corpus batungbakal. hah. so unlikely.

okay. i'm losing it. somebody had better talk to me or take me jogging.

i misseth thee like whoa

i have never had a friend like you.

you taught how to enjoy cocktails and pretend like i've been drinking them for a long time already.

you live a cool life. heck, you're in london now.

you make mean-ness almost nice. ["tis a joy to discover the villain within." :)]

you give special time to anybody who needs it.

you are a good listener.

you laugh at my jokes and apir like uso pa ang apir. hahaha.

you showed me how real friendship can survive across shores [and over time].

you have made may to june most unforgettable.

you brought the efc back together. haha. [mga tamad kasing lumabas]

you reminded me that God is super gracious in every way.

you proved that even the most composed, "rational" being can go bonkers over love.

you taught me that gorgeous can apply to everyone.




so for you, my loveliest angel, all weather friend, extremely amazing ego-booster and uber pranka best friend...

take me to LONDON with you. hehe.

seriously, i love you more than these words know what they mean.

mark 2012. we shall hail the queen. or me. haha.

H A L P !

what to do when 1) it's raining like hell in baguio, 2) there's a landslide near your house, 3) you are moolahless, 4) there is a shortage of munchables in the house, 5) you can't cook because you're too poor to buy gas and 6) you have no job?

...scream... scream if you love silence and sanity!

seriously, you start by praying that the rain will go on forever so that classes will be cancelled [so, in my case, i won't have campus work] then sleep until noon or until the sun shines, whichever comes first. you later realize that you have to get out of bed lest you spontaneously combust from too much friction, so up you go. when you go to the kitchen and there isn't a chance of boiling water for coffee, you drink it cold. after two hours and the radio still blares the same songs, you dress up and camwhore like there's no tomorrow. when the camwhoring gets seriously lame, you learn a board game. when you have mastered the game and declare yourself a genius in cluedo, experiment on the kitchen. when you feel that catsup and corned beef is a good combination, play in the rain. pretend that your world is one big shandy advertisement.

then you'd realize that it has only been an hour and a half since you got out of bed.

can you spell evidently lame? apparently, i DON'T know what to do.