what are you into?

not a book

I couldn't resist the title. It was just too tempting.

Our office building is undergoing a renovation, they are taking out the tiles on the outside walls. Yes. Tiles. Outside walls. With that you can just imagine how happy I am that my workplace would no longer look like a giant sink. There is potential that the outside would finally match the inside.

I hope I am not celebrating prematurely though. It would be quite inconvenient if they are actually taking out the dull, discolored, once-white-now-gray only to be replaced by new tiles.

darker

No names. This is really a good one.

"I can not accept if I get dark, that is just...unacceptable."

Philosopher? :-p

4 saturday

I love movies. I spent countless of Friday and Saturday nights in the movie theatre. I enjoy dvd marathons. You get the idea.

However, I hardly watch Filipino films. I did see a lot of the 80's movies, but the number dwindled as time progressed. It did not help that I moved to Singapore, as now I not only do not watch the movies, I also have no idea what movies are out there. I think the last one I saw was Feung Sui. And I can't remember what it was prior to that.

How I would fare if I was to participate in a Charades-Pinoy Henyo-Pictionaryesque marathon wherein the category is 2005 - 2008 movies, Foreign and Filipino?

The answer is, not bad. Not bad at all.

I did have a moment though.

It was during Charades.

Filipino Movie.

Tagalog title.

Four words.

First word was the tagalog for four. Apat.

Somebody says "dapat".

Person in front nods. Points to his tall man.

"Apat dapat apat dapat".

Person in front shakes his head, points to his first and fourth finger.

"Apat apat dapat dapat".

He shakes his head again.

I say "Apat Dapat Para Sapat".

Everybody laughs.

What the hell. I tried.

killer instinct

I finished watching True Blood, the first season today.

WARNING: I'm about to write spoilers.

A friend told me she liked Sookie to end up with Sam, the dog. Dog, in Harry Potter context Animagus. Only because he is cuter than the vampire.

Another friend tells me, she likes Sookie to end up with the gwapo vampire, Bill.

I said I liked Rene, the fiance of the redhead waitress. A man.

(There was also a horndog whom nobody admitted liking :p )

I found out today that between the dog (errrr...werewolf?), vampire and (human) killer, I liked the killer--who didn't even have that much of a role in the first place!

Great. So much for leaving the leading men alone.

bright eyes

I got something really funny via email this morning. It made my day. Thanks RN :)TIP: Click on image to enlarge.

blessed

I am overly grateful that there are people who have genuine concern for me and go far beyond what is necessary to keep me from anything that--or anyone who might cause me anything but comfort.

UP

It was not at all what I expected. I am not saying I didn't like it, because I very much did. I came in expecting an Ice Age, a Monster's Inc. or at the very least a Toy Story, but it turned out to be a My Girl. Maybe not really a My Girl.

Do I recommend catching the movie? Most definitely. Especially if you could catch the 3D show.

Russel said something that I liked.

'Sometimes, it's the boring stuff I remember the most'.

I'm one of those people. I appreciate boring.

so many questions

Lately, I had been asked all sorts of questions.

What is your nationality? How old are you? Are you lesbian? Why don't you look Filipino? Who don't you sound Filipino? (Not sure if it is because I'm tone deaf) Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you dating anyone? (Rhea, I know you want to know :-p) Where do you get your hair cut? Where did you buy your shoes? Where did you buy your dress? Are you more attracted to fair or dark men? Have you dated a blonde? Are you willing to date a blonde? How about a redhead? Have you dated a caucasian? A Singaporean? ABC? Where can I eat Filipino food? Are you PR yet? Do you watch The Contender? Do you think Little Britain is funny? Do you think person A is gay? How about person B? Do you think person C is attractive? Is person D your type? Do you think person E likes person C? You think she likes person D? Should I pair up persons C and A? Are you going out tonight? Why did you dress up so nicely? What are you looking for in a man? Is it true that you like smart and funny men? Will you consider dating any of the single guys here? How much can you drink before you get high? (If she didn't appear harmless, this question would make me not want to drink with her) When are you going back to Manila? How many times had you been bridesmaid? Do you know that you should not be bridesmaid more than three times because you will end up an old maid? How come I can't find 'patricia gomez' in Facebook? Can you add me in Facebook? Can you understand Mandarin? Do you like to go bowling?

I am stopping here, but I'm sure there are so much more that I am unable to remember right now.

I think most questions are pretty standard or at least almost normal. Except maybe, the third one. I mean, seriously. Who asks that? Especially on the first meeting. In front of a crowd. It was almost like playing Truth or Dare.

I say, dare.

left behind

This is really embarassing. And funny. I'm sharing.

After taking a bath, I took a cotton bud (Q-tip is a brand!) and started doing my left ear. I then switched ends so I could work on my right ear.

Something happened. I started to feel weird. When I pulled out the cotton bud, I realised that the bud was left in my ear.

Of course I panicked. But I was able to contain myself. I knew that if I started poking, I might end up pushing it further in.

Tweezer. That was the first tool that I thought of utilizing. After four attempts, I decided that it was not going to work.

Hair pin. I held the two pins apart, put in my ear then slowly release in an attempt to catch a piece of cotton in between the pins. It didn't happen. I tried thrice. No luck.

Then I cried a bit. Maybe for two minutes.

I thought that if I had a crochet hook, it could do the trick. I started rummaging through my sewing stuff. I might have something there.

I didn't.

At this point, I admit thinking of sleeping on it and going to the doctor tomorrow morning. I also made a mental note of my morning schedule, I didn't have any meeting set up before ten thirty. I should be fine.

I was prepared to do just that, sleep on it and go to the doctor tomorrow. Only, I couldn't leave it alone.

I went to the other room and looked around.

I found a letter opener, paper clips...and a stapler. Nothing I could use. Except, maybe, staples.

I took out a staple, straightened it, curved one side into a hook using a nipper and then, said a short prayer.

With a hook at hand I closed my eyes and started at it. It sounds funny, but I actually hear when the hook hits the cotton. It gives the expression play it by ear a whole new meaning to me. The idea was to (1) poke, (2) hook and (3) pull out. The poke part was easy enough. The hook part drove the cotton further in. Bummer.

I couldn't imagine my luck when finally, I was able to pull out the staple hook--with the cotton trailing behind.

My right ear hurts like crazy now. I think it is more due to embarassment than anything else.

I feel like an idiot. But an awfully lucky, awfully blessed, awfully resourceful, awfully self aware idiot. Not too bad in my book.

betty, not veronica

We've had this conversation before.

It doesn't matter.

If you are prettier, smarter, funnier. It doesn't matter.

If you could give more, care more, love more. It doesn't matter.

If his friends, family, loved ones think, thinks, think you are the one for him. It doesn't matter.

If you complain less, fuss less, demand less. It doesn't matter.

There is no point reciting the litany of why he should have picked (and chose and loved) you.

I think this is my cue to change the topic.

Cobra Commander

I'm so glad that Joseph Gordon-Levitt is Cobra Commander.

I don't really remember anything about GI Joe, except that there were some action figures wearing army pants.

I also thought that rather than a unit, GI Joe was a specific person who was the bida of the show.

Needless to say, I saw the movie because I love movies and not because I was curious how the cartoon was interpreted or whatever more reasonable reason.

I am however happy that Joseph Gordon-Levitt is in the big screen, in a role that would get him into the limelight as I had been looking forward to watching him since I saw Mysterious Skin.

oversized box

Some things can be contained in a much smaller box, but we choose otherwise because there is comfort in having leeway in case we were wrong.

Jack in the box. Horrible. Scary.

I guess it is another application, if you like, of hoping for the best and expecting the absolute worst.

The next part of this post would probably mean nothing to anyone except to the person it is directed to. For all I know, that person could be me.

Maybe moving the sandwich to the lunchbox is part of the process, it could be the first inch off the ground upon taking that leap of faith.

flight of the conchords

I've started watching this series and it is really funny. I've seen two episodes so far, the first two from the second season. I think I could spend a whole afternoon watching the rest of the episodes (and eating junk food).

It's probably not gonna happen this weekend though.

glow

Why is it that no matter how many times I read the book or see the movie, I always catch myself smiling?

Image from here.

the 'when harry met sally' effect

The movie was on tv a few days ago and I noticed that more than a few friends actually updated their status to quote or to express their warm fuzzy high feeling about it.

I always liked Billy Crystal, but I don't expect all girls to get it. With this being said, I wonder why When Harry Met Sally remains as one of the most liked romantic comedies. Nah, I doubt that it is because of the scene in the resto.

If the sight of the leading man doesn't make the girls blush, why are they gushing?

I'm thinking....

I'm thinking because Harry, is not Harry. He is (I'm not about to write names, even random, meaningless ones) a classmate, a neighbor, a carpooling buddy, a colleague, anyone, someone. SOMEONE. Someone who was close but just maybe, not close enough.

The appeal is that it can happen but you can't shake off the thought that it can't. Around that person you are most comfortable and most uncomfortable at the same time. It is easy and awkward. It is simple but quite complex. It is confusing but seen in absolute clarity.

Boy friends for boyfriends? Beats me. Ask Sally.

mugged

I really didn't want to put anything in my new office area. By this, I mean that apart from my toothbrushing kit and desk calendar (that was there, waiting for me when I was assigned my seat), I don't have anything else personal in my bin and on my desk. I want to keep as little things as possible. In line with this strategy, I don't have my own mug. I utilized the disposable cups in the pantry.

Yesterday though, someone came to me, handed me a box and said I noticed you didn't have your own cup, here. Company mug. Use it.

Now, I'm thinking I need a coaster.