Category: random

may ilaw na!

Ohai sparkles!


I think that cauldron-like thingy is supposed to symbolize knowledge (or something), but it just looks sinister. Ergo, cool.

(This, on the other hand, is sinister and not cool.)

Friday was dinner and then Quezon Hall to view the lights, Saturday was dinner and a short visit to Sarah’s. There was a man there at another table; I was pretty sure he was a writer and that I saw him at the Palanca Awards, but fuck me if I can remember. I’m so bad with names. (I can’t even recall the names of the people we were drinking with.) (Oh, I remember Bai – did I spell that right? – and Melai – did I spell that right?) (Melai worked in the media too and knew my Journ friends at GMA so that’s cool.)

Somewhere between Friday and Saturday was a marathon of True Blood and Sex and the City and a quiet break with The Beauty Myth and Holidays on Ice and a gazillion notes on three stories (one in-progress) and a poem. So, so, so many notes. Now if I can only string them fragments together.

BUT I’ve heard that Jaykie’s sister left a bag of chocolates with my name on it, because you know if you like it then you should definitely put your name on it, so life is good. Thank you.

what my dad says

So I just discovered this cute Twitter account, right:

Eliza: i should probably do this experiment. write down everything my tatay says.
Eliza: panalo siguro.
Kate: alam mo pwede
Eliza: like one time may inabot na malaking walis sa tatay ko. as in mas malaki pa sa kanya. Tatay: Liit naman niyan, wala bang mas malaki?
Eliza: also he sometimes refers to himself as Fernando Poe. To wit: Gutom na si Fernando Poe, anak. I wanted to say, Tatay patay na siya. Never na siya magugutom.
Kate: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Kate: FPJ = DAD
Eliza: truly.
Eliza: hahaha
Kate: pwede
Eliza: =))
Kate: alalahanin mo lahat at itwit mo
Kate: twitter.com/sabingtatayko
Kate: ganyan
Eliza: HAHAHAHAHAHA

one-word reviews

With additional thoughts in parentheses.

the-ruins

The Ruins – Ew. (I read and absolutely loved Scott Smith’s first novel, and so I was intrigued when I heard that his second novel, The Ruins, has been turned into a film. Story’s pretty much straightforward. To be fair to it, it does have a pretty freaky premise.)

Lars and the Real Girl – Aw. (Yes, took me quite a while to finally see this film. Roger Ebert, in his review, described Ryan Gosling’s Lars as “serene”. Yes, that’s the word for it. Serene. Despite the fact that he brings an anatomically correct sex doll everywhere he goes in this small, cold town. Watch this one.)

Chuck (first few episodes) – Hee. (“So you’re saying I should just stay in this car, and not do anything?” “That’s right.” “Let’s do this.” Me: *rofl*)

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Coffee and dinner with Jaykie’s friends JME and BJ at CBTL/Pepper Steak.

jme and bj

Their names make them sound like robots or hardware, but they’re people, and really nice, interesting ones at that. Glad to meet you guys. : )

(JME showed me a series of pictures of Jaykie and BJ cooking nilagang giniling, but in the photos the guys looked like they were in a meth lab. Cooking nilagang giniling.)

Earlier Jaykie handed me a copy of Ender’s Game, which of course made me squeal like a crazy fangirl. I read Ender’s Shadow first – a dick nerd move – and I’ve been looking everywhere for a copy of Game. And here it is howeeeeeee.

endersgame

But of course I can’t read that yet, for I have been condemned (CONDEMNED!) to read this first:

thrones

It’s an 800+-page monster. Good luck to me.

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“Now, for your Moment of – “

cbtl

Sorry, not that one.

“Now, for your Moment of Zen.”

parking

They could have just said “Open 24 Hours”, but hey, specifity is king.

to be here oh yes

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.

– Richard Dawkins

via purplerevolt :)

freeform

fragment:

me: powerful tag team – katt’s phrase

j: lol para naman tayong mambubugbog

me: or kunwari “hyper-intellectuals” ganyan

me: so I guess I have to buy a cigarette holder

me: and red lipstick

me: and a beret

j: and listen to freeform jazz

me: and talk about Camus ganyan

me: I love freeform jazz!

me: is there such a bar here?

j: hmm

j: I can ask all my friends lol

j: lol I don’t even know who that is

j: so I suppose between the two of us I’m the ditzy blonde

me: haha with the big boobs ohyeah ohyeah

weekend!

Well, not exactly the weekend because my schedule’s weird, but whatever.

Oct. 16 – IV- 1 whut.

cyma6

cyma4

Dinner at Cyma (Greenbelt 2) and coffee at Trinoma with high school friends. Still sabog, still fun. :D

More pictures here.

Oct. 17 – Nice night at Serendra, na nauwi sa alay-lakad and peoplewatching.

Bummer, I didn’t know Bruce Wayne’s already dead. And a time bullet? Wha~? /end nerd

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Random: I had my ID picture taken at Waltermart for ze French class. My hair’s blue in the picture. TRUE STORY.

Some pipe or whatever exploded in the condo unit washroom. Got drenched. (Quick: think boom box, car, boys, SOAP SUDS.) Ondoy-like flood indoors whut.

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Very quickly: my new poem, “Cliffhangers”, can be found in the latest issue of the Philippines Free Press. :)

tell it like it is, spider

I graduated with a degree in Journalism. I actually now work for a paper. (Hey, fancy that.)

I began reading Warren Ellis’s Transmetropolitan last night, and this panel just cracked me up.

journo

That you are, Spider Jerusalem. (Dude needed to interview another dude. I understand his frustration completely.)

I want to print this out and stick it on my office computer.