Azure

The sense of being ultrablue, violet and pink one sabaw Thursday dusk

Nails

A friend said that I needed a “good stabbing in the chest” right now.

The cat can easily take care of that.

For What It’s Worth

I woke up today feeling like it’s “Sunday Morning”, a description I reserve for days when I feel strangely good and relaxed and refreshed.. like Sunday mornings.

Good morning Kuya and Gyunyu! My brother and pet cat sleep together like this all the time.

**

I had the most unlikely IM chatmates and conversations, and talked to people I never thought I would yesterday. It’s been a while since I had a Friday night at home :D I watched with Kuya and my dad that Seth-Rogen-raunchy-and-surprisingly-feel-good movie, Zack and Miri Make a Porno. 

Despite its expletive-heavy comedy script and “R-18″ graphics (they DO make a porno after all), there’s something sincere and very human in this movie, that’s why I like it. It’s a “MAC” movie, too–Justin Long, the “I’m a Mac” dude from the Get a Mac video series makes one of the funniest cameos I’ve ever EVER seen :D Bentang-benta! Oh, and forgive me for the stereotypes, but I think it’s a geek movie, too– the Superman Returns hotness named Brandon Routh is there (PANALO RIN ‘TO!), along with slips about comic books, sci-fi, high school memories, barista dreams, online shopping, etc.

If you liked Jun, Superbad, or Definitely Maybe (remember Emily, the first girl? She’s Miri!), you’ve got to see this movie. 

**

Going back to the feel of Sunday Mornings: Besides accidentally stumbling on this rare optimistic blog entry from a friend who has been facing tough times lately, I also saw a previously unseen comedy photo albums of me and my elementary school friends. Heck, the weather participates, too!

With some decent sleep, these simple life-things must’ve kicked those rusty happy screws in my head back to life! Yeah, it’s a peaceful weekend :D

 

Finally, to end this entry is this soundtrack of the day, a song from the mellow-alternative days of The Cardigans, For What It’s Worth. It reminds me of  the simplicity of admitting the truth as they happen, minus the self-consciousness of “what others would think about” :)

 

For what it’s worth, I like you.

And what is worse? I really do.

 

EdT

It’s been a while since I got something from the post, and online.

Owing to the nature of my undergraduate thesis (Philippine online shopping), and the nature of my brain right now (procrastinating like hell, like regular graduating students), I decided to give in to something I’ve been wanting to for a really long time:

Perfume bottle boy wants a hug!

I got a good deal here– See, I can’t find this eau de toilette in major malls. Kuya was supposed to give this to me for Christmas, but he got me Moleskine instead because it was “cheaper”. So I ebay-ed it out of the blue one morning, found it from a locally-based online seller (eBay Philippines), tickled my materialistic self to life, and bought the item that same fateful hour. Our suking postman delivered it to me two days later. 

It’s cheaper than my brother swore it was in MOA–I checked it for authenticity, and yeah, it IS original (HAHA–this line made me literally LOL as I typed it, I’m not usually this finicky about “stuff”. This is how shopping and escapism gets that buried side of me, ugh!).

There’s this thing with me and scents that jolts back to the best (and worst) of memories.. Memories that are “richer” than other senses would allow me to remember.

So tell me, do changing or reverting “signature scents” really make people remember or forget things?

Endorphins

Hugs release endorphins, bodily-natural compounds that halt the creation and entry of unwelcome Pain signals in our brains.

My cat understands this. So do my best friends.

Let hugs dominate the world! Buy stuffed toys for people, or pretend you’re one for a friend in need :D

The power of a one-line message

“Who wants to eat at banapple with me t0m? :)“

- reads somebody’s text message, dated 02/01/2008 17:39

 

The power of a one-line text message can pull together nine people out of their lonesome, innocent Saturday evenings– mix them all up for an exciting night of gatecrashing..

and datecrashing!

..and of course, of catching up on who’s the unexpected prom queen of someone’s high school, and confessions of love that withstood college and high school (and gradeschool) years! Coolness XP

I’m really happy I somehow landed in a small school in elementary– everyone understands others a little better without all that effort of fitting in! And besides it’s the season to be decidedly-not-lonely– I feel super lucky these people always manage to pull me out of ruts I could never get myself out of.

**

“Spend as much time, with as much people close to my life as I can,” reads the sole new year’s resolution of one of my friends.

And sometimes, all it takes for people to be together is a simple, hopeful single-lined message from one person to another. Believe in your luck of a “good timing”, everyone needs this sort of thing once in a while :)

Repair

I went to a watch repair store today to get my favorite watch fixed. I don’t like relying on my cellphone anymore to tell me the time these days.

My favorite watch is what’s left of a pair of Mickey-Mouse handwatches an aunt bought home for me and my cousin from their honeymoon. I’ve had it since fourth grade. 

Mickey’s silver hand “covers” the face of the watch, and both are held together by a simple spring mechanism. The watch and Mickey’s hand lives on, but the spring does not.

This miniscule spring gave up on me many many times, but I used to be able to fix it myself before because I’m like Tinker Bell, I like fixing stuff.

I’ve grown a little lazy, and a little out of time now so I bring this watch to people who make a living out of fixing watches. But no one could ever fix it.

“Binigyan mo ako ng palaisipan ngayong Pasko a,” one of the repairmen I visited told me.

“Pero, sir, kayang kaya nyo po dapat ayusin yan! Ako gumugawa nyan dati e, nasusugatan nga lang ako minsan,” I replied. 

(Repairman: You gave me something to think hard about this Christmas, huh?

Me: But Sir, I know you can fix that easily! I mean, I could, but I’d rather not hurt myself again trying to fix it.)

I came home this day a little perplexed. I realized that even with all the rightly-qualified people in the world combined, some things are meant to be fixed by none other but yourself.

 

 

 

 

[ƒ@#%! ang emo wahaha]

 

Promise

 

I won’t let you give up on a miracle

’cause it might save you.

- Miracle, Paramore

 

Transitory

The McDo-Morning-with-dad equation

= 6AM wake-up call + Freezing-morning walk / jog * ”Growing up (growing out?)” talk + Happiness at the morning calm (x the form of a free Frap)

Rainbows

No matter what happens, rainbows and dreams still exist.

Circle

“Soliddd..”

This is me and a group I never thought I’d be with up to today, my grade school classmates (here we go again, haha.. but I love them :D). None of us really thought we’d be driving each other to go to the “dream” theme park when we were young (the ONLY “theme park” in the Philippines, Enchanted Kingdom), nor that we’d still hang out even after we’ve met so many other interesting people in high school and college and work— these are things we all did today. And more. We hung out and talked like never before. Whatever connections we had we still there apparently. Life is awesome that way :)

I want to still be able to take a similar “unite” picture of us a decade from now.

***

*Sniff*

“What will happen to us now?”

*sabay hikbi uli*

***

Will A. really end up becoming a pastor? Will L. become a sell-out commercial or indie director? Will Z. go to Australia for good? Will J. and  T. end up being together? Will our restaurant/jetsetting/drag-racing/hospital-/school-building/true-love-seeking dreams come true? I wonder what kind of person will I be then? 

Our troubles and tears are dust and drinking jokes ten years from now, I bet; I’m excited.

Hooray for age and old friends :)

Wreath

 

When it arrives

The darkest of nights

Let me have my back turned

And not realise

 

The story’s coming to an end

I’ll never be just giving in

I’m living by the rolling dice

It’s closure but it’s in disguise

 

- To An End, Marit Larsen

Just say it

This has been a very testing year for me and some people I know. That’s why for Christmas, I realized I didn’t want anything anymore than to be in the company of people I love.

As we were about to leave her house, one of my grandmothers whispered apologetically to me for not getting me a proper gift. I merely hugged her tightly and blurted out, “Lola, wala akong gustong kahit ano kundi ang magkakasama tayong pamilya.” (Grandma, I want nothing else but be with the family.)

I shocked myself as soon as I said that. I’m never that open in speaking in “telenovela” lingo. But a lot has happened this year; I feel like I understand better now. I think I understand now why some inspirational buffs tell you to just say what you feel at certain moments, or to certain people. There’s no point in keeping ideas to yourself at a certain moment because it could be all gone the next day. So say what you’re thinking about now, share it while you can.

Normally, doing this could be considered rude or intriguing or cheesy, but I guess I don’t care about those anymore. Life is too fleeting these days. It must be the fast-paced cultures I’ve observed lately; it must be the people I hang out with these days. It must be that I’m “growing up” and feel that I’ll miserably face regret again if I keep things to myself or in secret like before.

Well, I feel lucky of this Christmas revelation, so I’m sharing it through this blog as my gift to everyone who stumbles on this entry. So go take your chances, and speak out!

Merry Christmas! :]

The world it turns with us

 

A tribute photo to one of my favorite songs by my favorite band of all time, Urbandub:

 

 

 Endless a Silent Whisper

 

The night belongs to us 

We’re caught in a world of our own 

We cling to the hope it would change for us 

Is it in vain? Is it too late? 

Why did it have to be you than I? 

I heard the news today. 

 

Embrace so much tighter

This could be our last together 

Heaven sheds tears for the wounded hearts 

Our forever has been torn apart 

 

Our vast religions won’t help us answer 

What was pre-destined for us to have since long ago, 

It’s hopeless.

The world it turns with us.

 

Hold me in closer, don’t let go of me 

Now we close our eyes and let go to the night 

The night we feel alive.

 

Is this the beginning of our last dance? 

Once around the floor, can we do it again? 

I feel the thrill from words we say, I love you.