Triple X

No, I'm not talking about your usual porno flick. It's Vin Diesel, Triple X, his latest movie. I've seen it a week ago. Sorry, I really didn't have the chance to write about it. I've been too engrossed in picking out another movie to watch (just watched "Insomnia" yesterday). Enough of the other movies, I'm talking about Triple X here. Vin Diesel kicks ass, I'm telling you and watch out James Bond (calling Squad, you there?). My friend told me awhile ago that after he watched Triple X, he lost interest with James Bond. He feels that this guy Bond, James Bond, will definitely look like a sissy in front of Triple X. Very true. I feel the same way, Bond will definitely look like gay. While Bond grabs a guy's butt in a party, Triple X will kick ass! Oh yeah.

Kick-ass Vin Diesel

I've been subscribing to a poem website. They have been sending me poems through e-mail for the last two years. The following poem really caught my eye when I opened my e-mail. I know anyone who has gone through the trials of a relationship can relate to this one:

Please... Don't ask me to Comeback
(c) by dhyana

Please,
don't ask me to comeback,
if when you left,
you never looked back,

why you come crying,
if all the time you were lying,
is kind of late now,
for us there is no tomorrow,

if you can't find no one to
fill my place,
you should never had played,
and gamble with fate,

love is like a bird,
this I said before,
if you are not careful,
It just fly away,

if I hurt,
I can't deny that,
yes I cried every night,
and also when I woke up,

How can one bring back,
yesterday,
how can you un-walk the road,
if the prints are on the dust,

I know you can't forget me,
I told you that before,
is hard to forget,
one who knows how to love,

keep walking pilgrim,
I blessed your cheating heart,
love is a teacher,
some pass, some have to take the test
all over again.

My movie buddy never really liked foreign films. He says it bores him. I like all sorts of movies, Hollywood, chick flicks, Tagalog, art films, everything. I'm not really classy like what another friend has told me when he read this blog about me watching art films. My interest in these films doesn't say that I am an art film wannabe. I just appreciate good films. I appreciate bad films too. I appreciate everything that entertains me. Too bad, my constant movie buddy does not appreciate what I appreciate. Maybe I should look for a replacement movie buddy.

So, if you like movies just like me, let me know. It would be nice if we split the bill. It would be better if you treat me.

My frustration. I had no chance of catching this film in Cinemanila last time.

A friend forwarded me this funny e-mail. Read on.

Typical Male-Female Conversation:

Man ~ Galit ka ba?
Woman ~ Hinnndiiiiiiii!
Man ~ Eh bakit galit ka?
Woman ~ Hindi nga ako galittttt! Ano ba??
Man ~ Eh kung hindi ka galit bakit ka ganyan?
Woman ~ Anong bakit ka ganyan?
Man ~ Bakit ka ganyan ang sungit mo?
Woman ~ Eh anong pakialam mo?
Man ~ Oh kita mo na, Bakit ka ba talaga galit?
Woman ~ Tinatanong kita, wag mo akong tanungin! Anong paki mo?
Man ~ May pakialam ako dahil kinakausap kita.
Woman ~ Ayaw kitang kausap, please lang!
Man ~ Kung ayaw mo akong kausap bakit mo ako kinakausap?
Woman ~ Namfutcha! Puede ba!
Man ~ Anong puede ba?
Woman ~ Puede ba, tantanan mo ako?
Man ~ Hindi puede!
Woman ~ Bakiiiiittt
Man ~ Kasi hindi puede! Ayaw ko! May reklamo?
Woman ~ Alam mo, walang kuwenta itong usapan natin!
Man ~ Really Duh!
Woman ~ Kahit kelan, wala ka talagang kuwentang kausap!
Man ~ Same to you!
Woman ~ Ah ganon!
Man ~ Yes, Ganooon!
Woman ~ Ganoon pala. So, Anong gusto mo, away?
Man ~ Ano sa palagay mo?
Woman ~ Grrrrr! Asarrrrrr! Bad trip ka!!
Man ~ Manigas ka!
Woman ~ Anong manigas? Ikaw ang manigas!
Man ~ Wag kang bastos!
Woman ~ Ikaw ang bastos!
Man ~ Anong sabi mong matigas?
Woman ~ Sabi ko manigas! Manigas ka dyan!!!
Man ~ O sige na nga!
Woman ~ Anong sige na nga?
Man ~ Love you!
Woman ~ Love you rin pooooo! *LOL*

I was late for work.

With a plastic bag on my left hand and umbrella and handbag on my right, I tried hailing a taxi for work. It was raining, my feet and legs were somehow drenched with the rain. My white jacket almost gray. The sight of a taxi coming my way brought some sigh of relief, I won't be late for work (I thought so). With all the things in my hands, I managed to open the door, put my things on the backseat, sit, but I just couldn't manage to close the door. Then, *SLAM*, the door just closed. When I looked outside the window, I saw these two American Mormon missionaries. The other guy smiling. I just smiled. The guy waved at me, so I waved too. Two angels. My life was made a little bit easier, this Tuesday morning. But I was still late for work.

Two boys.

I had two separate chances of watching two good movies last weekend. Let me tell you about “About A Boy” first. You see, I was wrong, it was not all right to compare this movie to Nick Hornby’s other book which was also made into a movie, “High Fidelity” . “About A Boy” was pure heart. I think Hugh Grant’s character, Will, was especially made for him. I can’t imagine Brad Pitt flashing his perfect smile with that kind of role. It would come on too superficial. With Hugh’s crooked smile, fluttering eyes, and confused reaction, I can definitely say, it was Will alright. Marcus, the boy, was wonderful too. Not too cute, not too ugly, just the right kid to play the role.

Then I had this chance to watch one of Cinemanila’s featured films, “Una Casa con Vista al Mar (A Room With a View of the Sea)”. It’s a Venezuelan film about a peasant father and son trying to cope with the bad times (the movie started off with them burying the mother) just before harvest time. With the boy having blistered feet because of his old boots, the father trying to ask a favor on the richest haciendero just to not let his son go barefoot in front of other people. This film talks about pride and ended up with the father killing the rich man. Talk about our local soap operas. I bet most of our fellow Pinoys will like this. The boy’s performance in this movie was intense, you may actually believe he’s really poor in real life. But then again, you may wonder, if he’s one of those “Tabing Ilog” boys in Venezuela. Ok, the boy’s cute, I admit.

Well, these two boys. They capture your heart, you sympathize with them, you cry with them. They are you.

P.S. I’m looking forward to watch “In The Mood for Love” , a Chinese movie set in the late 60s. I’ve seen this trailer before in Glorietta 4 and it’s nostalgic. When you see this film, you will definitely remember your grandparents’ or parents’ pictures in that generation. Mala-Gloria Romero-Luis Gonzales film.

P.P.S. MY friend and I were frustrated, we didn’t get a chance to watch “Y Tu Mama Tambien” by Alfonso Cuaron. Tickets were sold out yesterday at around 5pm. And the showtime is even 9pm. The next possible showtime was 1am, I’m not that idiot to watch that late. I’ll just wait for it to be released commercially.

I'll be watching a movie later. It's a Hugh Grant movie, "About A Boy". I'll see later if this one is as good as "High Fidelity", the other book by Nick Hornby which was also a movie starring John Cusack.

Zip up.

You got it right, I should zip up but my zipper just got broken. Good thing my zipper is on the side, I will just have to watch my movements. I don't know why my company has imposed on wearing this blah uniform, for the sake of its employees' uniformity. Well, I'm not blending in, right after I went back to the office (I do system testing everyday in our other office), I sat down and ziiiiip. My zipper was broken. I'm trying to figure out how to hide this without letting the whole world see my underwear. Thanks to my oversized blouse, it hid everything.

I attempted zipping it back but it's no use, I broke the handle (I don't know what it's really called, all I know is that, I broke it). So I resorted to my ever-ready safety pin which I always keep in my bag. I pinned the two sides of the zipper, no success, my pin is too small to do that. I just decided to pin the lower layer of my blouse and the zipper area to hide the damage. I still can't move freely.

I guess I will just have to have my pants repaired. Otherwise, I will be skimping every Wednesday and be uncomfortable for the rest of the day and the rest of my corporate life. Now I'm starting to like skirts after what the zipper has done to me.

I always have bad experiences with uniforms. With my Tuesday and Thursday uniforms (skirt and blouse), I always have 'run' on my stockings. The next day, I will buy another stocking and when I wear it, it won't last the whole day. It has become a cycle. I've spent so much on stockings I decided I would just buy the cheap ones. And if these cheap stockings will have damage again, I think I'll have to go bare.

Which leads me to another problem, I will have to maintain my hair-free legs, shave or wax it everytime I feel a stubble. I'm so conscious about my legs I want to have it insured like what Jamie Lee Curtis did. But sorry, I don't have a million dollars for that. The best and last option I have is to care for it, do not let anyone touch it, do not let the tables and chairs get in my way, do not let mosquitoes and other bugs bite it, and most of all, wear pants. And these pants must be in perfect condition. Including the zipper.

The Moviehouses In My Mind

It's Wednesday and it's change of movie lineup for the week. I try to make sure I watch at least one movie a week. If the lineup is great, I could even watch 2 or 3 movies. Back-to-back. I remember when I was still in college, my friend, Jerrine and I would watch in Greenbelt (the old Greenbelt). Buy 2 tickets for each person (2 different movies, of course) and buy some buttered popcorn, Iced Tea and there we go inside the cinema. I never really had the habit of entering the cinema halfway the movie. First, it ruins the excitement of letting the movie unfold in its own pace and time. Second, it's rude to the other people watching inside the theater. I can't imagine myself making a scene, making my way into the next rowseat saying excuse me all the time. It's a good thing most cinemas follow the exact movie showtime. Thanks to Glorietta 4.

When Glorietta 4 opened, everyone thought it was overpriced. It still is. I can't watch a movie worth P100++ (can even go higher if you reserve a movie online) if I can also watch the same movie worth P70.00++ in Glorietta 1. The only thing that is great in watching a movie in G4 is that you it's nice to fall in line with all the other yuppies. It's nice to be seen with them even if you're just trying to look for the movie schedule posted in the booth. Then go to G1 after making up your mind. He he.

What I like about G1 is that most people who watch there are ordinary. So if you watch a comedy, it's so easy to make them laugh. It's easy to see or hear their reaction. And that's something you can't buy. I'm not saying that you can't make the G4 crowd laugh, yeah, they laugh too but they have to analyze it first and if the other yuppies are laughing, then it's okay to laugh too. It's a chain reaction, really.

Anyway, I'll tell you a secret, I haven't been inside Rockwell's cinema. Heck, I don't even know where to buy the tickets. And come to think of this, Rockwell is just 5-10 minutes away from our house. But soon, I hope to watch a good movie there too, try to see if there really are loveseats inside the theater. And yeah, I'll watch during afternoon, matinee showtime. It's cheaper.

So there, Relax See a Movie.

The Palm Experience

I got 2 new experiences with the Palm Pilot last weekend. First, I sold my friend's Palm m505 and the buyer even gave me 2 stuffed toys (his family has a stuffed toy business). One of the stuffed toys was a cute little brown dog with beans inside (like a Beany Baby). The other one was a duck (I think) that when you scratch its fabric, it emits a fruity fragrance. Wonderful.

Well, about the other Palm experience, I have to give you the background first. Two or three weeks ago, I posted an ad at Mapalad looking for my Palm m100's flip top cover. You see, the hinge of my flip cover was broken because of too much carelessness. Usually, I just put away my Palm inside my bag, along with my other things, wallet, makeup kit, hairbrush, etc. Got the idea why it was broken? Anyway, I searched the Internet, local stores, and all over looking for that particular accessory but I was unlucky. Palm doesn't sell it separately. My last resort was to post an ad and hopefully someone with an old and unused m100 can sell me the flip. A week later, I received a message from someone saying if I was able to buy the flip and if I could share it to him/her the name of the store so he/she could buy one too. I said, I've searched everywhere and I couldn't find any. We agreed that when either one of us stumble accross that flip, we'll give each other feedback.

Last Saturday, after selling the m505, I got so frustrated about the poor condition of my own m100. I contacted my fellow flip (he he, flipping over the flip cover), and the person told me he/she has not been successful either but he/she has resorted to buying a leather case. And if I have a landline number, he/she can call me about what he/she did. So we got a chance to talk and her name was Susan and she relayed to me how she accidentally resolved her problem. She went to National Bookstore-Glorietta last Thursday and by chance, she had an idea about the cheap Filo-Faxes (organizers) scattered inside the store. She decided to buy one (worth P99.00, imagine that. The original Palm leather case costs around P1,200.00) and when she got home, she and her husband removed the steel binder that holds the notebook and attached the back of the Palm inside through its flip cover and voila! There goes the new leather case. The husband and wife tandem even told me we can be friends and hopefully meet soon and see whatever will happen to our adventures with the m100.

So yesterday, Dennis and I hunted down for that same kind of organizer and I just bought a Velcro strip and some Super Glue to attach my unit. Last night, I used my MacGyver skills to achieve that. So right now, I'm enjoying my newfound love for my old and cheap m100.

Oh well, whatever I do with my Palm is really on the palm of my hands.

Here's a few of my favorite things, places, persons, etc.:

Swiss Army knife, Oasis, Blur, black notebook, silver pen, Palm m100 (hopefully Palm m515 soon), shades of pink, black, TGI Friday's, ICQ, Magic 8 ball, Glorietta, movies, Angela's Ashes, anything with tomato sauce, Cajun Burger french fries and dip, lemonade, Coke Light, Someone Like You, Four Weddings and a Funeral, small bags, Don't Tell Your Girlfriend, Julia Fordham, Smashing Pumpkins (too bad they've disbanded), bed lamp, Arriba Letran, Caleruega (Batangas), Sunroast chicken, Ube Zagu, psycho massage (hey Daisy!), Greenbelt, badong, Tortillos (red) with mayo and ketchup, HBO, taxi, Edward Norton, Reese's, Chocnut, Butterfinger, cardigans, Dennis, Daisy, Worldtel, Methods, weddings, Iloilo, New Yawk, courtroom dramas, Adobe Photoshop, pictures, Uncle Finn's Taho, predictive sms, Fort Santiago, Jose Rizal, Noli Me Tangere, Hare Krishna, St. Joseph, St. Paul, and yeah, St. Jude, Verdana 8 pt., black hair, tall men, hot tea, Schindler's List, Maje, Makati City, A Time To Kill, KC Concepcion, crepes topped with ice cream.

I have a new friend. Let's call her Ginger. Ginger has just taught me the value of commitment.
Ginger is happily married for over a year now and they have a new baby girl, their first-born.
Their courtship was a whirlwind romance. They met in November 2000. It stopped early in December and Ginger needed a way to see him again. She changed her birthday to December 16 (her real birthday is around August). She was successful, they started dating again around December. The guy proposed in February the next year. They got married in April. And the guy even lived a bachelor lifestyle before they met.

I asked Ginger why did the guy proposed all of a sudden. She didn't even know too. During that day in February, Ginger was going home to her hometown up north to visit her parents and this guy wanted to come with him. So she let him. During the bus trip, the guy proposed. She was shocked. She then decided that it would be better if they go to the nearest church and pray because it seemed unreal. Before she went to her parents' house, she asked the guy if he could wait in the church while she tells her parents about it.

The parents wanted to meet him right away when she told them. So she fetched him in the church. Later on, the guy brought his parents to her parents' house and the rest was history.

I just wondered what made a bachelor give up his lifestyle in exchange of a married life. Well, there's a story behind it, she says.
This guy has been thinking seriously about his life when they met (they met in a bar). And wanted to make sure of his future. This guy consulted a friend and asked for an advice. Maybe this was the reason why the guy has disappeared in December all of a sudden. The friend told him, and this was a good advice (I wish the guy I'm dating had this friend too):

"If you're ready to give up the bachelor lifestyle and stop juggling from one woman to another,
then it's the best time to settle down and raise a family."

And so he did. They got married when they were 28.

I'm a little bit overwhelmed by this story. Somehow it's confusing. But somehow it's an eye-opener, that not all men are created equal.

Love is patient.

Love is patient and I think I’m losing my patience. Am I falling out of love? It’s been over a year now, and one and a half years is not a joke. I can’t waste another year not knowing where to go in the relationship I’m in.

Love is kind. I used to but after he abused my kindness by dating another girl and sending her sweet messages through text and talked to her on the phone almost every night and visits her (her place is down south and you need a car to travel there because of the terrible traffic and lack of available public transportation), I think I’ve become bad.

It does not envy. Well I envy the other couples who are engaged to be married and hold hands in public and are not afraid to show their emotions to each other.

It does not boast. Hah! I never boast. He does.

It is not proud. This is the same as the statement above.

It is not rude. Well, I’ve become rude too after the Love-is-kind line.

It is not self-seeking. I should try to think of myself first from now on. No more charity, honey.

It is not easily angered. What?! After all the things I’ve been through, the pain, the heartbreak, the sorrow, I should not be easily angered? Are you crazy?! @#&%! Now I’m getting angry again.

It keeps no records of wrongs. Scroll up. I just did.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. This one I’ll have to pass because I don’t really tolerate evil.

It always protects. I’m just protecting myself from future harm.

Always trust. I’ve lost my trust since the Love-is-kind line. They say if you cannot trust, you cannot love. So I guess I can’t love anymore.

Always hopes, always perseveres.

But somehow, at the back of my mind, I’m still hoping that things will be all right again. And I will never stop hoping. I will persevere.

It's raining today and it makes me want to go home and finish the book I'm reading lately. Isn't it nice to drink a good cup of coffee or chocolate while doing just that?

I remember when I just graduated from college, still looking for a good career (or work, for that matter), I would wake up late, say, 12:30 pm. I would turn on my TV, good thing I had one in my room but now it's broken from too much use but that's another story.

Oh well, I would wake up and I would watch TV until I could feel my stomach churning. I would rush downstairs and grab what's left of lunch earlier. I would eat that food cold, cold rice, cold piece of fish or vegetable, cold day.

Then I would take a good long shower. Then go back to sleep and wake up dinner time. TV again. Cold food. TV. Read 2 books. Sleep.

Wake up the next day.