Tuesday, October 24, 2006
That brilliant dance.
At last, I finally have an MP3 of that string quartet version of Hands Down.
Wouldn't it be nice to slowdance to it on a lovely starry night? <3
I'm once again reduced to a pile of mush as I play it over and over dreaming of that brillant dance. *sigh*
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Hanging bridges, Mint Car, and Sexy Love.
I just can't believe Mint Car was actually included in the soundtrack of A Lot Like Love. And I can't believe I've watched the movie, didn't take note of that song played in the background while Emily was taking photos of Oliver, and months after went gaga after that same song. Argh.
Anyway, I swear I'm making A Lot Like Love my lovelife inspiration!
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I may have missed the Candy Fair but I got to spend such a wonderful day with my dad and my lola in Baguio. We had lunch at Don Henrico's--my dad actually was trying to feed my lola with the "airplane" tactic, walked down Session Road a bit--my lola couldn't do much walking anymore, bought that 15-feet Christmas tree--we've spent two tree-less Christmases, had coffee and bought ube in Good Shepherd, went to SM to drop something off, passed by Klondyke Hot Springs Resort to inquire--Kuya Randy and I crossed the hanging bridge just to inquire, and then we went home.
My trip to Baguio brought me back to my childhood and all those simple joys that used to come with it. Don Henrico's Mexican Spaghetti had always been a family favorite and it felt really good being able to enjoy that dish again after such a long time. I remember the last time we ate at Don Henrico's in Session, we were with a few cousins from the States and my grandfather was still alive. I also enjoyed walking hand in hand with my dad down Session Road. I was reminded of days we'd spend at the mall when I was really young. Our trips to the mall would never be complete without visiting The DIY Shop or ACE Hardware. And I remember how he hated that when I'd get tired I'd pull him down and I'd just squat--and how occasionally he'd let me sit there without nagging. And interestingly, even if Kuya Philip had told us how good the kapeng barako in Good Shepherd was, I got a strawberry gelato for myself.
But what reminded me most of my childhood was the hanging bridge we had to cross to get to Klondyke. Surprisingly, I grew up crossing that hanging bridge to my great-grandfather's house in a barrio in Balungao. Its wooden steps were a lot less stable than Klondyke's metal ones, and it was held by only thick ropes and not that cable Klondyke's bridge was made of. The height we were to fall from was a lot higher and the river below, much deeper. And so you'd have to imagine eight-year-old me crossing that fragile bridge with Ald still being carried by Ate Em along with our other cousins.
Don't you just want to go back to the times when life was all but simple and even just the smallest things brought much contentment?
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While we were buying the Christmas tree, the girl who was manning the store asked me if I've done a commercial before. I just said no since I'm sure nobody really remembered that JG Summit TVC we did, but she insisted she's seen me on TV before. She even asked if it was for a Vaseline ad or any shampoo commercial. I said no, but her brother heard us and said, "Ikaw ha, hindi ka pa nagpapakilala sa amin!"
It was quite embarrassing and I denied 'til the very end. My dad found it rather amusing and he kept teasing me about it. But it was a really interesting experience. :P
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Someday I'm going to wake up with the drive to finally learn how to do real cooking. And real baking as well. And someday I'll be domesticated (and I don't mean just the couch potato type). Yeah, baby!
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Someone tell me why Ne-yo's Sexy Love has been my LSS for the last 48 hours. I don't even listen to Ne-yo, so why oh why?
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Beauty and inspiration.
Just watched Intimate Portrait featuring Audrey Hepburn on the Lifestyle Network and right now I'm still teary-eyed. Audrey Hepburn lived a life of kindness, of love. She put her fame to good use--she showed us that if an Audrey Hepburn can serve mankind in the most selfless way possible, so can the rest of the world.
And guess what, she even gained a new fan! Ate Pam, my yaya, ended up teary-eyed too and considers herself an Audrey fan now!
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I was supposed to the spend the first official day of sem break doing two shoots. Too bad I wasn't able to confirm that I'd still make it to Ate Biancs' 2bU shoot, my cellphone batt died out on me. But I still stayed 'til the shoot finished anyway since making tambay with the people in the shoot was just as fun. It was nice seeing Jigs and Neigh, Tatin (Tatin, your clean makeup just roooocks. I've visited your Flickr for the nth time!), Jake my idol, Ate Biancs (*huggy*), Camille, Ena, Dace, and Ingrid again! Too bad I only got to see Ena play Ursula and Camille play the Queen of Cards/Hearts!
The Seventeen situational shoot was fun as well. Got to meet a lot of people, and the most interesting person for that day was Mike who did my hair. He was so chic in that striped polo he was wearing, and he was reading Queer Eye during waits. I also loved what he did to my hair for that "sushi" shot--I looked like an anime character! Too bad I didn't get to take a picture of that since my phone's batt died out. Tata really made me laugh (It was needed for one of the photos) by dancing. And I finally got to meet Monica, who took the photos of Ate Biancs' SM Denim Dressing article. Her career shift from Seventeen to photography was really worth it! :) Aaaaa, can't wait to see that sushi pic! My geisha dream had partly come true--if they don't choose to publish the photo where I was wearing a red turtleneck!
*sigh*
I really really love shoots. Shoots are fun, whether you're a model or you're working behind the scenes. Work isn't really work, it's all play! You get to meet and hang out and have fun with great and talented people! Yay for talent and yay yay for fun!
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Life gets more and more beautiful the more you face it with hope. Remember I was down in the dumps not so long ago--so down I actually didn't have real self-respect. I fell, I got even more hurt by the day, I committed a series of mistakes out of sheer impulse and stupidity. But I realized you can't spend the rest of your life feeling sorry for yourself. Happiness is a choice. Let the sunshine in, open up your eyes, and hope will revive you.
Life is beautiful for those who see the reason behind each suffering.
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A new song for you: Akap by Imago :)
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Tata gave me homework. I need you guys to comment with your answers:
"What's the most embarrassing thing you did that made your crush find out you like him/her?"
Comment away and get a chance to see your answers come out in Seventeen! :)
Monday, October 16, 2006
Waking up while dreaming.
It's really funny how even if I'm actually in deep sh*t right now, I woke up cheery and managed to stay perky even after an exam. I'm troubled, yes, but I'm strangely happy. Maybe after last night, my parents' sermon finally sinked in and I'm happy because I know there is still hope--I can still get my life back on track after all. Or maybe I'm happy because I was reassured of the presence of my parents in my life--maybe that sermon was all I needed to regain hope and dignity.
Ma, Pa, I'm sorry for being such a frustration. I'm sorry for learning how to lie and for actually forgetting you were always there for me. I'm sorry I got myself in such a big mess, I know I've upset you too much and I've done too much stupidity on impulse. But I promise I'm going to fix this mess, and I'm going to prove that I'm worthy of another chance.
Suddenly, all I want is your sermons. Being in the hot seat sure is the scariest thing but right after everything that's been said, one thing prevails--you love me so much and you only want what's best for me.
I have been a failure, yes, and I will make sure I won't let you down anymore. Anymore.
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I can smell the coming of sem break. (One exam, one whopping portfolio to go!) I've got a lot of plans but I don't think I've enough time. I promised myself I'd get my driver's license next week, enroll in boxing classes--no transpo excuse, FP Gym's near our place, read a pile of books I've been itching to leaf through, work on the Psychsoc website, go out with high school and college friends, and more! I also learned that Margot's giving birth on the 26th so I just have to be there to make sure she's well taken care of.
Oh, but too much fascination with Hawai'i (which was rekindled by my Music class) has left me yearning to go to the beach! I actually want to go to Bolinao--alone. It would be nice to spend a day on the beach alone. I'd really like some time to meditate while sitting on the shore and listening to the waves. And then I'd go snorkeling for a while then watch the sun set by myself. And then I'd sleep alone in a comfy bed and come the next day, I'd take the bus back to Dagupan and come home refreshed and a completely satisfied and independent person. But well, I'm sure my parents won't let me so maybe I'll try doing that when I'm older. But I really want to do that at least once in my life.
And yes, I'd love to go to the Sandwhich Islands for vacation. I haven't been there but I'm sure it's even more beautiful than I've imagined. I'd love to get leid right as I land and I'm sure I just won't get enough of Hawaiian reggae playing. And maybe then I'd have my diver's license and I could check out what's it like under Hawaiian waters. And then I'd bake myself under the Hawaiian sun and take pictures of the loveliest tan ever. I just can't wait to get a taste of the beautiful Hawaiian culture, music, people, and landscapes!
*snap*
And it looks like I've been dreaming too much.
One 10-to-15-page Lingkod Aral paper coming up!
Monday, October 09, 2006
Reyna ng Ulan resigns.
The rain isn't so romantic at all when you're walking under it alone. I mean sure, my de pindot payong made it a lot easier for me but well, I just couldn't fight the urge of getting all upset being alone in Katipunan hailing a cab. And during those brief moments of waiting, I watched the rain pour gently on me. The heavens must've felt for me.
Although my feelings right now could most likely be associated with storms, a simple rainshower would do them more justice--suffering bit by bit, drop by drop--fatal in the gentlest way.
Funny how I used to love the rain so much I even named my heart-shaped pillow "Ulan". One of my fondest childhood memories was dancing under the rain with my cousin Sam and my brother Ald. Ald may have lost my turtle by letting it play near the drainage but everything seemed okay anyway.
The rain always sets me in a pensive mood--well, a happy pensive mood, at least. The heavens send us blessings through the rain, they say. And perhaps that's why I am thankful for those little showers since they give life to the neglected, to those who need to lighten up. The rain gives hope as it ends in a spectrum--a spectrum that reminds us that beauty is found in waiting, that true happiness await those who are patient.
But the rain will be unfriendly to me from now on. I shall face the rain alone with the only comfort of my de pindot payong.
