alter egos

I think I can put my lankiness to good use by pulling a Sheldon this Halloween.

I so wish I had this tv color bars shirt! Anyone can agree that it’s like the universal tee that’s so recognizably Sheldonistic.

That said, I think this calls for one biting Sheldonism: “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I insult you? Is your body mass somehow tied into your self worth?”

Is that sufficient? Ok, moving on.

Kate Middleton. Hats, scarves, suit dresses, and heels of dignified altitude. (I think pumps & anything beyond 5″ is edging on slutty) I guess the formula’s as simple as that. I can maybe try to whip up an ensemble that will channel the Duchess. (That’s all I can manage, seeing as I don’t have those eyes, charming dimples and oh yeah, the title).

Don’t think I’m on a streak of megalomania or somesuch but I’d probably be dressing up as ‘God’ to our all white-themed Christmas party.
  
(But with heels, and a slimmer suit I’ll probably look like a gay Korean pop icon. But what the heck, right?)

Happy Holidays! I hope we can all enjoy the season despite it’s notoriously overcommercialized feel.#

the koala is in

The Crafty Koala

.: drenched :.

I can’t name the things that hurt me. Or make me cry. They seem to just come over me in one swift blow, so that I am helpless. I begin to cry. It helps, but only to scratch the surface.

tuesdays & weekends: gotta love ‘em

Justin Bieber’s concert, incidentally, is on the 10th of May - my birthday.

Ok, that first line was meant to confuse you.

You see, on the 10th of May, husby and I are actually going to this concert:

Husby hates Bieber with a fervor. But now we both acknowledge that it’s not entirely his fault tweens the world over weep at his feet and contract Bieber fever… But whatever, we’d never be caught in a Bieber concert if he was the last act on earth. No offense, kid.

And, at the end of this month we also intend to be here:

Mainly because I missed their 2007 show here. I remember then when I was at the office, I only learned of their concert one day before the event. (Or was it the same day of the gig?) Very regrettable. But even if I could go, I didn’t have anyone to go with! When I was single (yeah, that was a boring phase in my life), I could manage to catch a movie at the theatres by myself (without thinking myself a loser), but even then I knew going to a concert alone is a no-no.

Husby is not a fan, as I’m not a big fan of Mr. Big. He has downloaded their albums to bring me up to speed. So far so good. I can totally dig their vibe. I’m sure husby can become a fan of SF after the rock-out.

We were at the Cubao area last weekend. We passed by Araneta and checked out the posters for upcoming events, I urged him we MUST go see that Mr. Big concert. After all, when I knew very little of the band, they were his favorite artist on our videoke sessions.

Later on, we learned of SF’s concert (the show happens one week before Mr Big’s). Then the planning began. It’s such a good feeling when you amicably reach a compromise. (Not that we’re normally reaching them in a violent manner, though).

And could things get any better? 2nd of May is a holiday for me, so if I lose my voice on the 30th I can still have 2 days to recover. Yeah.

I love (the right kind of) music.

I love (great) films.

I love my husby.

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It has occurred to me I keep ending my posts with that.

If it annoys you, go somewhere else.

If it makes you envious, hang in there. There are still amazing people out there for you.

If you don’t really care much, well and good. Please disregard this rant.

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Peace out.

the koala is in

Isn’t it rather unfair? Ideas come to us when we have neither pen nor paper in hand. When something novel comes to mind, I always forget that I can write notes on my mobile phone. But if you come to think of it, there’s something majestic about setting ideas on paper, rather than any gadget that could just as easily store your crumb of a greater idea for the time being. On the other hand,if I were to pull an Austen and rely on quills and ink I’d die of impatience. So who am I kidding?

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March 2011, varied nights

Nightmare logs:

~a dream involving snakes. Men were lined on a shoreline. They were holding snakes that appeared to be either skinned or their heads pulled back so that they were inside-out. They were shooting the snakes up ino the sky, as children would pull rubber bands back and release them.

~another dream I can’t remember, but I had several episodes of sleep paralysis these past few weeks. At awakenings, I would get the iPod and play Adele.

Non-nightmarish dreams log:

After putting on Adele’s ‘21″ album, I dreamt that I was standing in line (I don’t know what for) and this African-American lady started singing Adele’s song.

One night, I dreamt I was carrying my baby sis in my arms. She was sound asleep.

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Let me just get it out there. I hate my father. If he died, I’d feel relief first, a tiny bit of sadness but not grief, and then, nothing. I think everyone has a choice to be better. After all this time he could have redeemed himself, he chose not to. So, that’s that.

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I find it difficult to make friends in the workplace; rather, in my current workplace. This is my second job since graduating from college, so I probably can’t tell if it’s me, or the office people which dictates my attitude towards comradeship in the cubicle jungle. Of late, I’ve been building walls, not bridges.

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September is judgement day for me. I really think I can make it. I’m even going as far as considering what to wear during the awarding ceremony. It’s either I’m extra confident, or extremely hopeful that the border between them is blurred.

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I love Death Cab for Cutie.

I love Kenny’s grilled Ham & cheese sandwich.

I love Peri-peri and the beverage overload I subjected myself to, on March 27.

I love my husby. 

..: a d e l e :..

xmargaux

I miss Mommy Marga!

Masked Chaos

I don’t know what it is, but at times of impending doom I feel almost… neutral.  Sure I worry about my family and my hubby; and that’s it. I think I refuse to stare calamity and drama at their faces, and just go about my usual routine. I casually sent my insurance information to my sister, my beneficiary, without really thinking and believing that today, I’m meeting my Maker.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ve reached the point of overthinking and excessive worrying and the end result is a resignation to  Fate.

Calmness is just masked chaos.

Luna

I visit this site, once in a while. And at least one post would leave me in awe, or transport me to a world far grander than my cubicle. So today I thought I’d take a stab at translation once again:
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Ang Buwan ay Isang Sugat

Gabing tulad nito nang gawin kong berso
ang bawat bituin. Pilak na anino
ang ilaw ng buwan sa ‘ting mga noo.
Kumislap ang hamog sa piling ng damo.

Ngayon ay buhaghag, tayantang ang lupa;
karayom sa mata ang sinag ng tala.
Iisang taludtod sa iisang tula:
ang b’wan ay ‘sang sugat; ang gunita, sumpa.

Mikael de Lara Co
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A night such as this I made into a verse
Each star, a silver shadow
On our foreheads. the moonlight is cast
The fog shone with the embrace of wildgrass

Now the soil is loose
A needle to the eye, the luminescence of stars
One verse in a single poem:
The moon is a wound; and mem’ry, a curse.
~translated by DTN
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~saoirse:hanna

So remember that post I wrote back in May? All the pieces have fallen into place since then, and voila, a trailer:

~let them burn~

Words they’ll try to shake you
Don’t let them break you
Or stop your world from turning
When words keep you from feeling good
Use them as firewood and let them burn

Like stones in your pocket people try to wear you down
Someone always wants to take the love you’ve found

 Words|Train|SaveMe San Francisco album

geek:chic

yerr out 2010

We still haven’t taken down the decors from last Christmas. It makes you kind of sad, having glittered paper-snowflakes hanging above your cubicle, reminiscent of the happier times of plotting your vacation leaves in a series (and your boss approves ‘em in fear of being tagged as the grinch)… Putting the Glee Christmas playlist on loop… Ah but 2011 demands entrance.

I was watching Ocean’s Thirteen again, last night, my lids lazily veiling my vision. I didn’t get to finish it but was so amused by a not-so-significant line from Pacino:

“I don’t want the labor pains, I just want the baby!”

But forgive the digression. At the apartment, I have unhooked the wreath from the door. What wreath, you say? This wreath! And the mini-wreaths as well,three of them hung by the dusty window. The lanterns, I have yet to put in storage.The deal of whether to collapse and trash ‘em or keep them for next Christmas is still under debate.

yuletide tidbits

bling* bling*

Previously, I posted photos of the turquoise bead bracelet I made. Last month, I again shopped online for raw materials, this time, for necklaces. These lady blings are Christmas gifts for my girl friends. The ones I rarely get in touch with, but my lady friends allthesame:)

altitudes + attitudes

I have officially become a creature I previously abhorred.

I’m wearing 4.5″ wedge shoes, and though the distance I’ve tread is 75 percent shorter than that I normally take on weekends, ergo,out shopping;my feet are killing me. I am constantly changing into my flat sandals if I need to go to the restroom, or, even at the other end of the room where the christmas box is placed. Huh. So I still have some sensibility left. You gotta give me that. I got myself these gorgeous but ruthless pair of shoes because it resembles the one from Karla’s Closet. Here is Karla’s, which isn’t wedge, but the design resembles mine:

Now’s here’s my shabbier pair, (did I mention the above are YSL Mary Janes?, thus, rendering my Celine pair, shabby)

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Why is it that everytime I hear ‘Just The Way You Are’ a dance sequence comes into mind?

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Don’t you just hate women who wear their sunglasses as a head band? It’s one of the greatest misconceptions in fashion that wearing them that way, with pearl earrings and high heels completes The Look. In fact, they make me think of celebrities either attending a funeral or campaigning for a politician. Think about it.

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Why do most lady bank tellers have excellent facial skin? I envy them.

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I’m a little psyched about the Christmas Party, where you get to dress up like movie characters from blockbuster hits. Our team agreed on The Godfather; but the HR confirmed a different team had signed up for that theme. Bummer. Now we’re a week away from the event & have nothing still. Boo hoo.

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Tips on how to be NOT annoying to your fellow mall-goers:

1) Do not stand before the escalator unless you’ve decided to get on it; esp. if you’re a group of 3 or more;

2) In fastfood chains; do not stand in line unless you’re order is ready. Some people may be only on their one hour lunch breaks;

3) In restaurants; do not make disgusting noises like you’re struggling with food stuck in your teeth;

4) In buses/jeepneys, be aware of people coming in and alighting the vehicle; sit properly to maximize the space for new passengers and keep your arms or feet where people won’t be hindered as they pass the aisle;

5) Never cut in line. Also, never ask people behind you to reserve your space because you forgot something & promise to return asap. If they deny you the right to fall back in line, know that you’ve lost this privelege. No arguments.

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Such a shame that I didn’t think fast enough. Now my Christmas gift for my Veto isn’t going to make it in time   But nevertheless, it’s nice that you can depend on friends to commit to delivering one helluva kick ass present for the most important person in your life this year & onwards

Dowisetrepla; TriNoma, synchronizing VLs

Ok, so remember that HIMYM episode where Lily & Marshall were looking for a new apartment? They found one in a district called Dowisetrepla (which is actually an acronym, as the entire area is down wind of a sewage treatment plant)… Well, yesterday, I was in TriNoma and I knew at the back of my head it was a coined term for something, but I never really had the chance to look it up. Until today.

TriNoma (Triangle North of Makati). Very nice, I thought. It turned out to be very catchy.the same naming practice was at work with my great grandparents’ power company. It was then called Lealda (now, it’s known as ALECO - Albay Electric Cooperative).

Lealda or LeAlDa was actually coined from Legazpi, Albay or Old Albay & Daraga–the areas powered by the then sole electricity provider in that part of Legazpi City.

I’m not quite sure where this post is headed; maybe I can name my kid after my three favorite cartoons, or my fave tv characters, or villains, even.

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Death by Monkeys. Sometime during the long, lazy weekend, we finally watched Toy Story 3. Don’t you just get overwhelmed by how cute the kids or the toys could be?

Indie film gets picked up. I downloaded Winter’s Bone because of the rave reviews, and the fact that it’s an indie film picked up for a wider release added to its rep. If I prepped myself for it, maybe it could’ve been a powerful film. But the lazy way in which I dragged & dropped the file and watched it while I got ready for work, (& watching the second half during my VL, a day after), didn’t do much for the dramatic effect it promised to pin you unto. But props for Jennifer Lawrence for an excellent job.

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HIMYM. The marathon is still in progress. never since f.r.i.e.n.d.s. have we had such fun company. I would’ve voted for NPH in the People’s Choice Awards, if Jim Parsons weren’t in the same category. God bless the non-cross-dressing talented gays.

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Voyage of the Dawn Treader. I can’t wait for Narnia. I still maintain that Skandar Keynes has the most interesting Bio on Wikipedia I have ever come across.

fiction +

Top 5 Fictional characters’ signature line-delivery or gesture execution styles

Barney Stinson. He starts to apocopate upon receiving bad news, or if he’s dismayed by someone’s remark, usually something dissenting to the Bro Code. He loves hi-fives. (And on one occasion, a solemn low-five)

Howard Wolowitz. Always speaks to his mother by building a crescendo, a bit of nostrils-flaring and a general pissed off air about him.

Agent DiNozzo. Suave & debonair, he throws movie dialogues that Ziva never gets, and is given to raising his eyebrows & flashing his perfect smile.

Dr. Sheldon Cooper. He’s fond of words like Bazinga, hokum, sassy, & the like. He has a laugh that lasts not more than one minute, he has eidetic memory & he needs to knock three times on a door.

Joe Dubois. He talks sense into Allison; moral compass and logic checker. He & Max Gregson is topping the charts for most patient tv husband.

aha!

So there’s a word for it!

 idioglossia

\ id-ee-uh-GLOS-ee-uh \  , noun;

1.    A private form of speech invented by one child or by children who are in close contact, as twins.

2.    A pathological condition in which a person’s speech is so severely distorted that it is unintelligible.

My four-year-old sister is…afflicted… with this condition. She’s attending a special school once a week. Momma says her teacher, thank goodness, is a patient one. How I long for the day I could speak to her…Err, rather, she would speak to me & blow my mind away with her incessant & extremely cute babbling!

VPD, The Cooper2000

The need for a Virtual presence device is so pressing, I’d seriously consider it, if only there was no fear of my virtual presence being kidnapped and ripped apart and sold all over the city.

For non-TBBT fans (and btw, shame on you), I need to elucidate that Episode 2 of the 4th season guest starred Wozniak (co-founder of Apple Comp. Inc.), in which Sheldon commented that Woz is his 15th favorite technological visionary. When Woz questioned that ranking, Sheldon quickly offered, ‘it’s still six spots above Steve Jobs. I care neither for turtlenecks nor showmanship.’ — All this delivered by Dr. Sheldon Cooper through his virtual presence device composed of an lcd monitor with an integrated web cam & a movable contraption with wheels, basically a limp looking machine clothed in Sheldon’s signature geeky tees.

He was convinced that the outside world and its elements would contribute to the brevity of his life; and of course, as he is the biggest megalomaniac-slash-braniac ever known to man, he feared for his life, and the continuity of his excellent genes.

My reasons are not nearly as crazy as his. The need for a Virtual presence device is so pressing because:

~People are pigs. They spit everywhere; they mishandle your food; they reek of bad odor;
~Men are pigs. They stare at you, start cat-talking as if they never had mothers or daughters, they pee on walls.
~People are rude & they’re fussmakers. They cut in lines, take too long to decide on what to order; linger by the escalator; and position their pushcarts inconsiderately on grocery aisles.

On the other hand, if the apocalypse came, you’d experience the chaos twice over. And, your true self would be alone in a secure room, and you’d probably die of fear or panic without joining the world’s chorus of despair as they succumb to oblivion.