Princess and The Frog vs. Tangled

I've watched Princess and the Frog a grand total of three times in the last two days. I know, I know, I'm strange. The first time I watched it was with my younger sister, the second time was with both my sisters, and the third time was all three of us with our mom. (My younger sister watched it four times, she's even worse than me). And you know what?! I wanna watch it again tomorrow!!!

Okay, I'm kidding. But no lie, I loved the movie! It was spectacular! Amazing! Wonderful! Funny! Ahh, all these feels for PATF (I will endearingly abbreviate this because I can!). 

Normally, after I watch a movie, I formulate my own opinions and thoughts about it, then read reviews online to see how other people found it. More often than not, films I thoroughly enjoy are brutally dissed on the internet. It's either people are incredibly difficult to please, or I am just easily amused. (it's probably both)

Anyway, I couldn't help but compare PATF to Tangled, which I also just watched two weeks ago. I enjoyed Tangled; it was a cute, lighthearted movie, but it felt a little empty to me. The animation and visuals are amazing, no doubt, but the story was lacking heart. (my cheesiness shows) The Flynn Rider/Eugene and Rapunzel tandem was adorable in it's own shallow, Disney way, but seriously Rapunzel? The first boy you meet and hang with for a couple of hours and you fall in love with him already? Ah, can't blame her. If I had been locked up in a tower for 18 years with no human contact other than a schizophrenic, controlling, manipulative mother, I'd be pretty desperate, too. 

Also, a guy with a face like this:

Okay, not really. The smoulder face is so douche-y, I would've hit him with a frying pan too. (his non-smoulder face is dreamy, though hihi)

So all in all, Tangled was nice, the dull moments were fewer than the funny ones but it was nice. ... Just nice, is all. 

Princess and the Frog, is a whole other story... because it actually HAS a story! (Oh no I di-ent!) 

Tiana is a strong, focused, responsible young woman with a can-do attitude, and her Froggy Prince Naveen is a reckless, irresponsible playboy. (It's an age old formula, but hey, it works). Tiana is the proud owner of a good head over her shoulders and Naveen is the owner of an accent so slick and suave I would've fallen in love with him even if he were a frog just from his voice alone. Hehe. And like all movie Prince Charmings, he is a hopeless romantic, but Tiana is too focused on her career to care to fall in love. But oh, they do. (I'm not spoiling anything, really, because you already knew that)

The other characters, like Lottie, Ray (!!!) and Louis are so very endearing, and have much more meaningful roles than just sidekicks or comic relief. (except for maybe Louis the gator) Still, even Louis had a dream. And they were able to make someone with no dialogue whatsoever such a big part of the story. I'm looking at you, Evangeline.

The gem in the story, though, was Lottie. I initially thought she'd be a problem later on, but she was such a sweet, funny, and adorable character that I forgave her for being such a brat to her Big Daddy La Bouff. 

If you haven't watched it, I don't want to give much away, but you must watch it. Not convinced? Have a look at this scene from the movie. It's the part where the bad guy lures Prince Naveen and his servant/right hand man/personal yaya into his lair and talks their way into his evil plan. (I'm not spoiling anything ehre either because it's early on in the film) It reminds me somehow of the Genie's You Ain't Never Had A Friend Like Me, but who's complaining? XD

How's that for a villain? Dr. Facilier or The Shadow Man is one of the best Disney villains, hands down. He's got friends from the other side, guys. Whatever that side is, I don't want to know.  I'm perfectly content with the greenness of the grass on my side of the fence, thank you.

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Princess and the Frog has comedy, romance (oh mah goodness, that Evangeline song got me so kilig mehn), action, drama, great music, and a modern feel to a classic Disney execution. Go! Watch it now! And watch it again. And again. Annnnd again. And feel all the feels I am being forced to feel by my feelings XD

P.S. I am angry at the world, by the way, because PATF had lower ratings than Tangled. And even in forums, where there would be PATF vs Tangled debates, people ALWAYS chose Tangled. I know it's all a matter of personal preference, but in what universe was Tangled a better film than Princess and the Frog?!?! (I am a little too into this, obviously)

MESSING WITH STRESS

People on Facebook have been posting up graduation pictures left and right, and it makes me anxious for my own graduation. I have about a year or so left until I can officially be classified as an unemployed bum, but what bothers me isn't the remaining time, but rather, a) the uselessness of the subjects I have left and b)how fast time is passing (which is for another entry altogether).

Said uselessness, of course, is relative. If I were to become the Multimedia Artist I'm studying to be, all would be fine and dandy, and I would be just like all my other classmates (read: motivated). The thing is, when I graduate, I don't want to become employed by some firm and start from the bottom of the career ladder, and go through all the dirty politics to be a creative director. That's not the Ultimate Goal. (I made it sound extremely unglamorous but that's just a part of me consoling myself that experience doesn't always have to teach you personally for you to get the lesson. And I just rambled there but I hope I got that point across haha) 

So if I don't want to be employed, what do I want to be when I graduate? *drum roll* An employer! *cue the silent audience, upon realization that this person is too idealistic for her own good* 

Haha no but really, I want to start up a business and run it with my sisters. I get to work on my own time, be the boss of myself, experience what it's truly like to care about your job and love it and hate the undue stress but still work your butt off because it's what you want to do. Running a business is so different from being employed somewhere because you genuinely care about where your brand is going. You're emotionally (and financially) invested and there is really a direct correspondence between the effort you put in and the gains that come your way. The more work you sow, the more rewards you reap. If you don't work a whole week, you get nothing. Unless of course, you're a big, established brand and all you do is sit on your laurels and watch your money pour in while you pick at your split ends and watch re-runs of Sex and the City all day long. That's the Ultimate Goal, by the way, in case you're wondering. (retire early and live a comfortable life haha)

Putting it side by side with being employed at a 9 to 5 job, where you work so hard (or so little), only to get a fixed salary a month, and to slowly climb the corporate ladder to have a nice, big, office with an amazing view of the city. And by the time you sit your exhausted butt on that expensive, leather chair behind that glass and mahogany desk, how old will you be? 45 years old? Suddenly, your whole life passed you by. And all your work benefited the smart guy who started that company. (which could possibly be me. Ha! Ha! I kid.)

Funny thing is, I used to picture myself living exactly like that: Getting up in the morning, going to the gym, grab a bite and some coffee, drive myself to work, finish meetings by lunch, go out for lunch with officemates, do more work, and go home to my oh-so-swanky and lavish apartment/penthouse/loft and fix myself a nice dinner. (oh god, just writing that made me jealous of that life) but then I realized, that life can't exist on the basic salary of a fresh grad. My attention span is far too short for a desk job, and the thought of doing that same thing every single day for many years frightens me. (oh, the mundane! oh, the routine!) 

So what am I doing studying art if I want to be in business? Simple. When I start my own business, I automatically become the creative director. Win win situation. :D (All the technical, accounting stuff will go to my two very technical sisters)

Everything considered, with my relentless need to always question the whys of things, school has been frustrating, to say the least. Because the subjects I'm taking up right now serve no purpose to the Ultimate Goal, and I feel like I'm wasting precious time and money. Don't get me wrong, I love my course, but there are some subjects I just want to skip and call it over and done with. :D Is there no way to not take up some teensy weensy subjects and still graduate (with honors)? 

Oh, what's that? I'm getting a signal. Apparently, it's NOT possible to graduate unless you finish all your subjects. And take all the recollections. (which reminds me, I have yet to take Reco 2, ugh) And all the religion subjects. And NSTP. (I am so, so, so very over you, NSTP. And we are never, ever ever, getting back together). 

Oh, life. I wish you didn't play so hard to get. If only you were easy, and if only we could take things slow. (in relation to my being so alarmed at the speed of life) Gah. Time to sleep! It's homework day tomorrow. Ew.

BLOG, RESURRECTED

Greetings, from the limbo that is blogging. I was floatimg listlessly for some time there for being such a terrible blogger... with no readers. *roars with laughter* Anyway, why the sudden entry? I was browsing my Drafts on this blog (I have many unpublished entries) and I was actually shocked because there were things on there that I completely forgot ever even happened. One of which was that entry on smoking which I published a half hour ago.

I'm always on Tumblr but I complain constantly about how I feel like there isn't any "privacy". Obviously, such privacy is an illusion because the whole darn internet is public. Even this blog. But still, in my heart of hearts, Blogspot is still home and Tumblr has become more of an online portfolio of my homework. 

But I digress. (I told you I'm a terrible blogger!)

Anyway, this whole thing brings me back to the whole point of blogging (my personal intention, anyway), which is to keep checkpoints and document my thoughts. Like a public diary, yes. I wonder what kind of reaction someone would get if they could travel to the 1950s and whisper in a little girl's ear that one day, people would publicly document their diaries for the whole world to see. 

So on to the main point of this entry.... (after 3 paragraphs, here is the point, haha!) I'll start using this blog more often! Expect to see more entries because I've been having a lot of feelings lately. I'm just a whirlwind of emotions and I suspect I may be undergoing a quarter-life crisis. Gasp. 

I will also give a shout-out to my homegirl (LOL) Tin of http://remarkablyweirdsyndrome.blogspot.com for inspiring me to get back up and get this thing going. You unknowingly did so, and so you did. (I am obviously sabaw as it is 3am already)

... oh my god, how do you end an entry?! I've forgotten how. Oh well. I shall end this abruptly right here. Okay. Bye.

ON SMOKING

A few days ago, a friend of mine was showing me his Zippo lighter and was bragging about all the tricks he could do with it, and how he could do smoke rings more than anyone else could. A few hours later, I found myself seated beside a classmate of mine who was all giddy with happiness, because she apparently bagged a good deal on a pack of smokes. She showed me the pack of cigarettes, and she was beaming with excitement because they were strawberry flavored. She was literally like a kid on Christmas Eve, excitedly shoving the pack of cancer sticks up my nose, requesting -more like forcing- me to smell it.

... and it put me off. Not because they smoke, but because of how proud they were of it.  Beaming with it, even.

I don't really mind if someone smokes or not; Just please don't dangle it in front of my face or exhale a puff in my direction intentionally. It's a little disconcerting, for someone to offer me a cigarette and even when I politely decline, they still have the cojones to ask me if I want to try one, anyway. To their defense, some will say that they're just trying to be respectful, that maybe, just maybe, I might be dying to try one. A little advice? Show a little respect by respecting my answer. Which is, and forever will be, a no. Truth be told, asking me if I want to try a cigarette even when I already said not only reflects how the person is trying to be a bad influence (Yes, smoking IS bad, no matter how you look at it) but it also reflects how little respect they have for others. I respect that you want to smoke, please respect my not wanting to.

Again, I don't hate smokers. When I see one, I don't throw a fit or go off on how cigarettes are bad for their health, etc. etc. Respect is key, and that applies to both the smoker and the non-smoker. Keep the personal space, don't blow that smoke ring in my face, don't brag to me about how "cool" it is that you have a Zippo or strawberry flavored cigs, don't offer me one even when I've already refused. Please lang, a little respect.

Perhaps it's because my mother's a smoker.. or maybe I don't like cigarettes because it's what took my grandfather's life.. all I know is, smoking is the one thing where 'never say never' doesn't apply to me. I often joke that I should tell my future kids "I used to smoke when I was younger", just so they won't try it themselves HAHA. (my attempt at ending this rant on a positive note)

I'm always struggling with what to put on this blog or on my Tumblr. I know I've mentioned this a couple of times already but it still baffles me because I still write lengthy text posts on Tumblr, even when I said I'd restrict it to photoblogs. Also, I feel like this blog is turning out to be a completely emo blog, which totally wasn't even my intention. GAH I rolled my eyes at myself just now when I read my previous post about the song "Only Ones Who Know." Did I HAVE to explain every line? Haha obviously, the time I wrote that, I was probably feeling really existential and sentimental. *laughs* To think that was just TWO months ago. O_O Silly me! XD

Anyway, now know what to put in this blog. More personal thoughts, more happy thoughts, and less emo-the-world-is-such-a-brutal-place posts. :D

JOYRIDE

This past week has been extremely stressful. I'm really beginning to dread finals week in school, because it comes up like a snake and bites you from behind. Why? Because the rest of the term is so relaxed and chill, but come finals it all just comes pouring down. Anyway, on the way to school yesterday, I was really anxious because my first subject was PE, where we were going to have our final hip hop dance performance. My group worked hard on it, we practiced during a non-class hour and a half, and put in the sweat and effort. I was extra anxious because I was the one who did the dance mix and choreo, and for some reason, the dance mix didn't sync right with my iPod. To add to that, before leaving the house, I couldn't find my school ID and spent a good 20 minutes trying to look for it. Which of course, meant that by the time I left the house, traffic was bad.

And just when I thought I was off to a bad start in the morning, I saw a family on a sidewalk near CCP. They were about 10 all in all: 2 grandparents, a mother, a father, and kids. What struck me the most was that they were all praying. Eyes shut, palms together, huddled in a circle - in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the morning rush hour. The sight was really beautiful, but at the same time, heartbreaking. Here I was, cursing at life, my iPod and school ID, in the comforts of my airconditioned car, on my way to a good college. While there they were, misplaced in the sea of honking cars and city smoke, brows furrowed in deep prayer. It put things into perspective.

So if ever anyone is reading this, I just wanted to let you know that if ever you feel you're having a bad day, all you need to do is look around you.. because someone, out there, has much bigger problems on his or her plate. Funny, how complete strangers have taught me so much about counting my blessings, without ever having to speak to me at all.

I was cleaning out the Drafts folder in my phone a month ago, and saw a wishlist I wrote a while back. It read:

Laptop Reformat (P 1,500), Samsung External HD 320 GB (P 3,600), Canon 500D, iTouch (P12,000)

I was kind of shocked to see it because at that time, I was like, "If I am able to get all of these things I'll be super happy and content na".. and I have 3 out of 4 of the things I wrote (no iTouch, haha!) ... but what? As of now, I have yet another wishlist to work towards.

That being said, I want to say that I like things.. Don't get me wrong though - as much as I like having new clothes as much as the next person, I don't think that having things equates (lasting) happiness. Sure, there is that momentary feeling of pure joy. I cried when my parents brought home the dSLR, but I don't burst into tears every time I see it at home now, haha! I'm definitely not within the range of the most materialistic people I know, but neither am I a walking example of simplicity and joyful detachment XD


I'm just a microcosm of the majority of humanity, the majority that will always want something more, something new, something that will make them happy. Wanting to lose a few pounds can result in wanting the figure of a Victoria's Secret model. Once that's attained, of course there's the need for a new wardrobe, a new boyfriend, a new car. Having the best selling phone of all time won't make Steve Jobs happy, it'll only make him want to have the best selling tablet, the best selling laptop, so on and so forth. It's a crazy, never-ending cycle we'll have to battle the rest of our lives unless we learn to source happiness from people and relationships instead of cars and jewelry.


As of now, my wishlist as of the moment reads: A 50mm f/1.8 II lens to suit my Canon 500D, a 21-inch iMac to replace my slow laptop, a Samsung Galaxy Ace Android phone to replace my Samsung Star, shopping money for when I go to Hong Kong, a Bamboo Wacom tablet, etc.

Honestly, I don't know when it will ever end. And not knowing when I'll stop wanting or how to stop makes me scared, and disappointed at myself ;___;

On 2010

Another year has come and gone and I can only muster up a "what the heck" when I think of how extremely fast time has gone by in the last 12 months. Contemplating 2010 is mind boggling, true - because with the year came many ups and downs. I've had to come to terms with many things, and came to different crossroads that led to different paths. The past year changed me, and I'd like to think it was for the better. :) 


2010 was a year of relationships. Before any assumptions are made, I'd like to make it clear that I don't mean relationships in the romantic kind. My 6-month sabbatical from school brought me so much closer to my mom. We were never archenemies or constantly at each other throats or anything, it was never like that at all. It's just that last year forged a deeper, closer bond with her than I could ever imagine. I mean, I look forward to coming home and dread non-half days because I'm always itching to come home. I know it sounds so lame and so "uncool" but.. I've become extremely family oriented, more than I was before (now THAT'S saying something). Also, I've made plenty of new friends in Benilde and they're the main reasons why school is enjoyable (no art related subjects yet, so classes are a bore).

2010 was a year for myself. As selfish as it sounds, last year was a year for searching for who I was, what I wanted to do, who I aspired to be. I had to do a lot of self-reflecting and discerning regarding my dreams and ambitions.. and I am much more focused on what I want, more than ever. The 6 months away from school, by default, allowed me to do things for myself that I otherwise wouldn't have been able to accomplish if it weren't for the free time. I was always doing something - planning business plans (oh, redundancy!), painting my room, remodeling my room, building my graphic design portfolio, thinking, thinking and more thinking. (I wish I could 'working out' to this, but no, that'd be me lying haha)

Lastly, 2010 was a year of change. I transferred schools again (I probably hold the record of most colleges attended in my batch, haha!) and shifted from an Advertising & Communications major to Multimedia Arts... and have never been more content. I am beyond happy with where I am now and can't imagine myself anywhere else. Also, I don't even know where to begin describing how different I am now, in comparison to my high school self. Many aspects of me are still the same - my being happy-go-lucky, laid-back, talkative (too talkative, to be honest), etc etc, but my priorities have changed. No longer do I say Yes to every uto uto moment opportunity to be part of some committee, because I feel that I should only say Yes if it'll help me grow as a person, student or artist. Selfish? Maybe. Effective in significantly reducing the undue stress in my life? Definitely. I've come to realize that there are more important things in life than a qualification in a resume', and I'm glad I realized it this early on. :) 

Sometimes, I think about how much time and money I've wasted transferring schools and whatnot, and bang my head on the wall even more when I think about how in fourth year, I passed the entrance test for the school and course I'm in now. But then I get to thinking, that maybe it was all meant to be, that it was all part of the plan. Maybe I was meant to get mugged that day in Taft, so that I'd become more wary and less trusting of the people around me. Maybe I was meant to go to AC, to realize that I can't judge a book by its cover, and that there's so much more than what meets the eye (hello, cliches!). Maybe I was meant to be unhappy with the point of my Advertising class, to realize that not everything in the world is about money-making and manipulation. (Although Advertising can still be inspirational, when used properly) Maybe I was meant to miss the entrance test for the first term, so that my 90 days of summer would be spent becoming even closer to my family, and reassessing my dreams and priorities. 


2009 wasn't a good year, and yet, 2010 was. Life sure has a funny way of turning out the way it does, don't you think? :) 2011, I have high hopes and expectations from you.. and all I can say is, World, please don't end in 2012! XD

reinvent

I've deleted/made private some of my previous entries that were too angsty or gave so much of my feelings away. I'm learning, little by little, not to pour too much of my heart on the world wide web. Also, I'm having difficulty trying to differentiate what to post here on or on my Tumblr. As shallow as it sounds, I prefer posting on my Tumblr more because the layout looks better.. but then I'd have to burden my followers with a lengthy text post which they did not sign up for when they followed me in the first place.. but then again, why should I have to bend over backwards to suit other people's wants and needs? (I'm telling you, I have a very complex mind, haha!) 

After some thought, I've decided to keep my Tumblelog free from any opinions and only lighthearted, photoblogs. This Blogspot is for my inner thoughts, and I'll really try to keep any negative emotion out (that's what my Livejournal blog is for, haha). 


Here's to a new vibe of this blog! :)

F(r)iction

A month, a year, a decade. Does it matter? It's quiet now; I can almost hear the faint droplets of the water from the kitchen sink, and the rustle of the sheets from when you used to be mine. I can almost make out the click clacking of your spoon and fork as we eat, and the clatter the plate makes when you drop it, because you are endearingly clumsy.

... Sometimes, when I'm alone at night, at the moment before my mind drifts off into the land of make believe, I can almost hear you tell me you'll see me in your dreams.

One day, Two days, one week, one month, one year.
The days roll by slowly but it feels like I've been living a lifetime.

Morning comes, and I'm greeted with the faint smell of coffee being ground by the cappuccino machine, and the rustle of the newspaper's pages turning. As you turn up the volume on the radio when Put Your Head On My Shoulder comes on, I complain and tell you to keep it down; I'm not yet finished dreaming, I'm not ready to wake up and face the long day ahead ... You know sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe, I haven't quite woken up yet.

Old School Music

The reason why I love McFly's 'It's All About You' (see last spazz entry) is because it's reminiscent of the kind of music my dad used to play on our vintage looking jukebox, years ago. It was the music I grew up listening to; I was used to the doowop shidoobidoowop beats and harmonizing vocals of 4 strapping young men with mop top haircuts. It's really been a while since I last listened to anything other than Super Junior, which is good or bad depending on how you look at it. So after hearing It's All About You play in the background of one Korean variety show I was watching, a light went on in my head and I quickly opened Google and searched. And it was there, right there, the song I had been looking for for two years. I didn't remember the words (which is kind of stupid, because it repeats over and over again) so I didn't know where to start looking before. 

The song reminded me why I love old school music so much. Music from the fifties and sixties speak of a time when love was pure and free, when boys would send telegrams to the girls and would serenade them at school dances. It was a time of ice cream dates and amusement parks, not clubs and bars and alcohol. Bicycle rides and balloon skirts and bow ties.It was like love was just love, and sex wasn't a means to an end.


  I embedded a few of my favorite oldies songs, for your listening pleasure. 

 Gary Lewis and the Playboys - Save Your Heart for Me

This song, from the whistling in the beginning to the end, just speaks about love in its purest, most unadulterated form. The mood is just so much about teenage first love, and how Boy & Girl have to be away from each other for the summer. Best lines of the song:

When the summer moon is on the riseAnd you're dancing under starlit skiesPlease don't let the stars get in your eyesJust save your heart for meWhen you're all alone, far away from homeSomeone's gonna flirt with youI won't think it's wrong if you play alongJust don't fall for someone new

The Beach Boys - Little Surfer Girl

This beat of this song is just so... kilig, for lack of a better word. The harmonizing vocals of the Beach Boys gives off a longing tone, and it's as if he's begging her to be his Little Surfer Girl. Cheeseballs, I know, but it's nice. :) Favorite lines:

So I say from me to you

I will make your dreams come true

Do you love me? 

Do you Surfer Girl?

  The Beatles - This Boy
Even back in the day, a jealous guy would express his envy of another dude hanging out with the girl he likes by singing a ballad, instead of beating him up in a bar. Kidding aside, the song is just really sweet and omg, just listen to it already. HAHA! Favorite lines:

Oh and this boy, would be happyJust to love youBut oh my ahhhhhhhThat boy, won't be happyTill he's seen you cry

... See what I mean? Doesn't listening to those songs make you want to step into a Time Machine and rewind back to the days when things were simpler? Sometimes, I really feel like I was born in the wrong decade. I should've been born in the fifties.

It's All About You

 

This song is so amazing, I feel so inspired right now I want to draw and write and make music and paint and dance around my house but I can't because there's still things that have to be done. Years ago, I heard this song play and I searched for it high and low but I couldn't find it. Then today... Today I found it and oh God. I am so incoherent right now. 

Will edit later, when I'm done doing the elliptical :/

Summer till September

I have the most unorthodox college life. 

When I was in 3rd year high school, all my friends took up review classes in the summer before senior year. They enrolled in Ahead, in our High School and different tutorial places, so that they'd be more confident in taking the tests for the University/College of their choice. I took the road less traveled, and I didn't take review classes. A lot of my older friends kept telling me that they were useless, that some people were too distracted by the co-edness of it all, that nobody really took it seriously. I figured that if that were the case, I'd be throwing away 10k for a few weeks of studying that I could do at home, so I didn't enroll for review classes. Instead, I studied at home and reviewed old notes and reviewers. 

Sophomore Year

I'm at a crossroads
Still trying to keep things intact
Two steps forward
Yet another step back
I was never one to falter
Or to surrender to the rise and fall
But in the end, courage gets the best of us all.

The Wheel of Life is a flat tire
Worn and burnt out
Daunting, without a doubt.

I'm at a crossroads
I'm stuck in the pedestrian lane
Waiting for the signal to change
But it never comes
It never comes.

Cars chase by
Traffic lights
Try to keep up
with the changing times
It's not enough to learn every trick in the book
A brake doesn't keep you from spinning down
A break won't keep me from wanting out

I'm at a crossroads
Do the answers lie at the finish line?
Will the questions cease from time to time?
Standing on the pavement
Waiting, waiting, waiting
... Go.

13

When I say these words I mean them to be biting

Enough of white lies and half-truths that do absolutely nothing

Useless punctuations and periods that never end

Aren't you tired, the battle lost not won

Can't change your mind, when the damage has been done

Last Days On A Cruise Ship

On some days you feel like it'd be alright, but then reality grips in and sets you drifting away, on a boat you never wanted to board in the first place. At first, the cruise is daunting and absolutely not what you had signed up for, but as the days go on, you tell yourself that, hey, it isn't so bad after all. So for months you're on that ship, being tossed about by the waves, in the middle of nowhere, until one day you dock back on land. And you forget what it felt like to actually stand on your two feet, without the swaying, without the waves, without the current. So this is what it's like, you say, and you had forgotten.

Some people end up settling for something because they're used to mediocrity. Some don't feel the need to search for more and dream bigger, because what's the point in wanting something you don't have, when there is already an opportunity waiting for them? I may have my head in the clouds and my eyes set on the sun, but I'd rather be blinded from the brightness than be blind to possibility. 

too little too late

"Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it." - Douglas Horton

I don't know who Douglas Horton is, but he makes sense... a lot.

SORRY.

What is sorry, anyway? Does it mean someone's admission of a fault? Is it someone's way of swallowing their pride? Is it an excuse to stop fighting?

Sorry is just a big word carelessly thrown around by people who aren't man enough to own up to their mistakes. Sorry is nothing without a follow up statement. The pathetic (a synonym for another way of using sorry, as well) five letter word means exactly what those who use it so mindlessly intend of doing after they say it: Absolutely nothing.

I'm sorry I broke your heart. I promise to never take you for granted again.

I'm sorry let you down. I'll prove to you that i'm not a dissapointment.

I'm sorry i didn't do what was expected of me. I'll do better next time.

Without the follow up statements, sorry is empty, a word of flattery. Sorry just doesn't cut it, sorry doesn't make everything disappear, and never does it make it all okay. If sorry could move mountains, if it can reconcile even the hardest of hearts, then why are there wars? Divorce? Prison?

Sorry is not enough.

It's never enough.

You're sorry? Well i'm sorry too. Bye.

Definitions of Love (By Age)

I think that sounds just about right, doesn't it?

Animo?

Last Wednesday, i visited DLSU with what could possibly be one of my last visits ever. I usually go for delivering Keiko Collection stuff, (and hanging out with my sorely missed blockmates and friends) but a) a lot of events are coming up and i can always deliver them there, and b) stock is practically gone, anyway, yay! Everytime i visit Taft (ever since i transferred) i always end up feeling nostalgic. I miss La Salle, i really do.

 

I miss the campus. I miss the Grecian inspired buildings, the SJ walk, and the long walk from Andrew to South Gate. I miss seeing more than 10 friends in a span of an hour, i miss Agno fishballs and Lair. I miss Nomimono and the variety of restaurants in EGI. I miss Andrew Building and the looooong line at the elevators. I miss the high tech Andrew classrooms and the oldschool ones at the LS Building. I miss the booths lined up in the Central plaza.

 

  

I miss the spirit. Not the "I Bleed Green" spirit, but the spirit of freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom of style and just freedom in general. I miss the energy and the vibe of the place, and i miss the culture. People cared for causes but didn't care for petty high school gossip. (Although some still do) 

                                                     Me with Dan, one of my favorite girls <3

But most of all, i miss my friends. I miss overeating during breaks and during class. I miss plugging the iPod in the classroom sound system and having between-class mini-parties. I miss stressing over grades together. I miss group works and fail volleyball. I miss locker room bonding, making libre, sharing shampoo and life stories, and sharing umbrellas when it'd rain. I miss having acoustic sessions with the block, and singing to cheesy 90s songs with them. I miss first impressions debunked, and hating on inept teachers. I miss, i miss.

I wouldn't have survived first term, first year college without these girls. (Missing Dan, Jus, Nikki, Sara and Laureen in the photo! And the rest of Advertising Block 21 as well.) They say that you'll forever remember your high school friends, but college friends are lifelong friends, too. I guess there's truth to that saying, after all. Walang kalimutan ah?

The Top 10 Romantic Comedies

Okay i admit, i'm a romantic comedy buff. But deep down, who isn't? Everyone loves that feeling in the pit of your stomach when the guy gets the girl, and it ends happily ever after. I mean, everybody loves a happy ending. Even the most cynical of all cynics or the hardest of hearts wants to have their own happily ever after.

I like action movies and suspense thrillers, (i hate horror movies! you can call me chicken... i'll attest to that.) but my most favorite genre of them all is romantic comedies. There's something about them, something so sweep-me-off-my-feet esque that makes me love being a girl. But there's also the aspect of those things not always happening in real life. But that's the allure of romantic comedies: They take us away from the more often than not brutal reality of love, and puts us right in the middle of a story we want to play a role in.

I haven't watched all the newest romantic comedies out there yet. (coughvalentine'sdaycough) But here i'll outline my personal top 10 romantic comedies. I won't put the synopsis anymore :)

10. 27 Dresses

This movie was jampacked with humor and love and irony. Irony because the leading man, James Marsden, is a cynic. He hates marriages and weddings, while his leading lady, Katherine Hiegl, simply adores them.The irony of all ironies, is that he is a very famous writer of a wedding column, and she's his biggest fan... and yet he doesn't believe in what he writes. James Marsden's character is absolutely ADORABLE, and i wish someone like him existed. His character is totally my type, hahaha! Anyway, the movie is hilarious and the script is fantastic.

9. Keeping the Faith

If there was an award for most original storyline, this movie would win the title hands down. The story follows childhood best friends Jacob (Ben Stiller), Brian (Edward Norton), whose long lost childhood buddy Anna (Jenna Elfman) comes back to town. They're both in love with Anna, but the thing is, Jacob is a rabbi, and Brian is a priest. The film is a HILARIOUS and unorthodox story of love, religion, and well, love love love. And the soundtrack is great, too.

 8. Hitch

Hitch was a very educational film, because i learned a lot of the tactics men used to woo women! Anyway, Alex Hitchens (Will Smith) is "a date doctor." He helps guys who are inept at courting to at least get a date with the woman they're attracted to. Make no mistake, he doesn't help them get into their pants. Sara Melas (Eva Mendes) is a gossip columnist who's sworn to track this date doctor down, when her best friend is jerked off by a guy who was Alex's client. Well coincidence of coinceidences, they fall in love. But the film is loads of laughs, very educational, and really sassy to boot.

Five Minutes isn't enough to write a decent poem

If the past has won and the ballots few

When the cards are in and faces are new

On and off the wheel even when skies glow blue

When there's nothing else i can say or do

Between cobblestone streets and people we meet

When i can't keep my head up or keep still in my seat

If the present is determined by what has been

And the down, down, downs keep rolling in

Frustration grows and patience wears thin

Amidst the debate between obligation and sin

Between cobblestone streets and people we meet

When i can't keep my head up or keep still in my seat

When my future is set on crystal sand

And everything else is lifted up to the Creator's hands

When i only feel like i alone understand

And i'm on the precipice, dangling upon a delicate strand-- 

--of Destiny and time, and time and Fate

They say that good things come to those who wait

Book Review: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

"... I'm reaching out and she's right there and right at that moment the amps amplify and the music takes on such a pulse that it becomes my heartbeat and her heartbeat and I know it and she knows it and this is the point where we could break apart and that would be it, totally it. But i look into her eyes and she looks into my eyes and we recognize it - the excitement of being here, the excitement of being now. And maybe i'm realising what a part of it she is and maybe she's realizing what a part of it I am, because suddenly we're not crashing as much as we're combining. The chords swirling around us are becoming a tornado, tightening and tightening and tightening, and we are at the center of each other. My wrist touches hers right at the point of our pulses, and i swear i can feel it. That thrum. We are moving to the music and at the same time we are at a stillness. I am not losing myself in the barrage. I am finding her. And she is- yes, she is finding me."

The best hodgepodge of run-on sentences i've ever read.

I'm not going to talk about how imaginative the storyline was, because it wasn't. I'm not going to talk about how inspirational the book was, because it was a simple story of two very different people finding each other, and connecting through music.What made the book so special, for me, was that it was real. Each line, each

sentence, each paragraph was raw emotion and unadulterated teenage romance. It's so simple, yet so captivating because it draws you in, and makes you fall in love with the characters, then hate them, then root for them... then fall in love with them again.

Professors.

So for my first real blog entry, i'll talk about teachers.

Just as school is our "home away from home," teachers are like our parents in school, and with that, they have a lot of responsibilities. This is very timely for me, because just today, i had just about HAD IT with one of my professors. I'm not going to be naming any names of course, but let's just say that i am not the biggest fan of professors who feel like they know everything.

I've had my fair share of inspiring teachers, especially in high school. A lot have invoked a passion in me for a lot of things, and i owe a good percentage of what i know to them.

Here i'll outline the types of professors i've encountered in my lifetime. (or those with a majority that can be classified into a type, anyway)

Yayyy

Hooray for me! I fixed the layout of the blog! Of course, all credit goes to the girl who made it, i forgot her name. *facepalm* so well yeah, i guess this is my "public" private blog. Public because it's my only blog i won't lock, and private because no one knows about this. Ha! Sooo till the next few posts!