slumdog hang-over

SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE

This film just got me going gaga after watching it. I just can't get enough so I repeated it 10x since last week. Well, no wonder how those scratches got on that DVD (sorry jofer... -.-).

It won Best Picture in Academy Awards and other awards: best directing, music (song), music (score), film editing, sound mixing, cinematography, and writing (adapted screenplay).

It is about the struggle of an innocent and witty teenage player, Jammal (Dev Patel) who was accused of cheating in a popular game show. Just a question away to win the jackpot prize, the game was saved by the bell. Perplexed, the host and the investigators wondered how this slumdog had the right answers. You will know how as he started to tell the investigators about his life and how noteworthy were the questions to him.

Love, chances, struggles, determination—Jammal is ready to fight for his name, dignity, and Latika (Freida Pinto), the love he has found and lost.

A snapshot from the scene after Jammal had answered the final question.
And, yeah, they kissed afterwards. ^^,
(watch out for their dance number with the best music, Jai Ho)

Dev Patel. This gorgeous actor (in my opinion) from Bollywood gained recognition and hit the Hollywood with his starring role in the motion picture Slumdog Millionaire.

bye TAGGED

i just waved goodbye to TAGGED.
i called it quits... hehe...
they send me tons of e-mail,
i am not enjoying it...

boooooored... --,

hmpf! just woke up from my 30-minute nap. not satisfied. *deep sigh* ...(pause) *deeper sigh* (look around)... *sigh again*...

Deliverance

"a kiss: sometimes you would never expect who'll give it to you next."

Sometimes, not all holidays started with a sweet hello. Regrets and miserable mistakes may win the finish line before the summer has started. I never thought you could be the one who'll bring me in this kind of desolation. However, I'm in between satisfaction and heartache; loyalty and infidelity; fantasy and misery; pride or forget it. I don't know which one to choose.

We imbibed the bitterness of liquor down our throat until you faltered and left the table for good. I was a bit giddy and tried to escape the suffocation from the smoke of cigarettes. I searched for the breeze of the sea. There, I found peace. I feel isolated and alone; it’s what I wanted- be alone. My toes combed the sand of the shore and tickled me for a relief. I wandered my eyes for light. And there beneath the lamp post, I saw you leaning on it, like a drunkard held by a sober barman. You slowly slid your back downward until your butt hit the ground softly. Your melancholic atmosphere lured me to come closer to you. Hesitant, I still drew myself nearer. I heard you whimpered; not so typical of you. You shot a stare at me looking mad and about to attack. I was surprised as I turned my back and tried to walk away when I heard you called my name. I never thought you would still remember me despite of your intoxication. I can see the tears glimmer and obviously making your eyes blur. I can feel the immensity of the emotion around you.

We were standing under the perfect sphere of pale moonlight. The waves were crashing the shore gently and the cool breeze was sweeping my hair out of my face as it wiped your tears to dry. There was a silent pause; but it's never dull. The chill was creeping down my spine as the distance between us grew shorter. It was unusual. The feeling's unusual; somewhat new to me. I could never imagine myself in a spot where there's only you and me. We haven't been alone for a minute; neither stared at each other for a long time. We don't even bothered to talk about anything. And now I'm stuck, and seemingly unable to move, in front of you.

“Why not me?” That mumbled question coming from your mouth left me immobile in an instant. And before I knew it, I have tasted the liquor on your tongue and the warmth of air we shared on that stolen moment. And for that hasty bliss, I forgot the one who held my heart. The one who trusted me; the one who kept his faith in me; the one I told I would love him until my last breath; the one who used to be the friend of this one who made my eyes closed for a moment.

At the end of the day, bashful smiles traced the guilt on our faces. A bleak memory of a good amity started the fete of vacation for the two incompatible hearts that cannot be matched at their crooked cranny lines.

more...more...

i want more!!! the last time Cawi gave me flowers was on my birthday. it's his first time to give flowers and my first time to receive such from my boo... weee... i'm so happy, even though it's pink. (ok, so i'm not really a pink-hater. i would only love pink if someone special gave it to me).
i hope this coming 11th of April, our 19th monthsaree... i want 19 roses... i don't care about the color, as long as they're roses, fragrant, NOT PLASTIC, and handed by you...

tired

"open up! there's no way out here."

make up duties-- a hell gone loose...
by the way, I'm still Angel--- in the sick room.
brrrpff!

remembering ALBERTO

the scene is still clear. every beep of the monitor made got me feeling more nervous. however, that was a year ago; that was few minutes before PAPA AL slept for eternity.

we were in the midst of novena when i stared at his photo. i can't help but to reminisce those days when he's here annoying us, watching tv with us, sharing trivias about wars, classic icons, and everything he knows under the sun. i missed it. i missed him. *sniff*

*sobbing* he was definitely the best dad i could ever have. not a drop of blood runs through our veins but his thoughtfulness, and unconditional love hovers me. he disregarded the reality of my identity. in my thought, he wanted to wipe my tears; but he can't.

i wish he knew how much i loved him despite of all the pain in head, the shortcomings and disappointments i gave him. he still wants what are the best for me. until now, i can feel that through mama adet.

i love them both and mama adet is the one who reminds me of him.

Alberto A. Soriano
November 15, 1936- March 24, 2008

suffrage for me...

"even cute little gummy bears have the right to vote"

i just registered myself for to have a voter's ID. this twenty-ten, i'm going to help to change the administration. however, arroyo's going to leave a problem to the next whoever-president. and it would be all up to him how he's going to make everything cheaper with higher quality.

growing older

this was me then...

this is me now... with CaBy
actually, i'm confused whether to be happy or not. i can't imagine i'm getting older and bigger (literally). why can't i just give my two years of age away and stop counting at 18? i asked myself, is getting older makes me happy? neh, it's up to them. all decisions are up to THEM. i'm twenty and growing, still i can't manage to decide for myself; cuz every time i do, i always end up a failure.

all my life i lived in this hosue for twenty years now and i did not get the chance to sneak out of here. i can only go out with my friends (for social whatever) for about... uhm... less than ten fingers on my hand. good thing there are some projects, manuscripts and errands to do at school where i can squeeze in my time to hang-out. it's like i'm getting older yet i don't have the freedom to be me. i just left my teenage years (an age with a -teen at the end of every number) and all i can say is that there's no ME. the only chance where i can be free is when i'm alone? i'm not sure but i think i am.
all i want is freedom (when you can do anything that makes you happy without breaking any rules and not hurting other's feelings... sounds difficult). good thing college isn't harsh to me when it comes to time...err, to spend it with my colleagues and pals.

i sent a text message to few of my friends who knew that it's my beedae today. and it went like this: "how am i supposed to celebrate this day when getting older is not enough to make me happy?" (spelings r n txt)

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some misfortunes just happened today, and it did't made my day:
> an unannounced transport strike, which paralyzed the public vehicles to take a trip.
> i left my pinkbook which left me no choice but to go back home and fetch it. i spent my baon for an airconditioned taxi. GED!
> as i left the house, no PUJ passed the street and the strikers were pissing me off. again, i have no choice but to ride a habal-habal (a motorcycle good for 2 persons only). i can see my lola's eyes widened when she saw me hopping on that vehicle. *peace*


anyway, there are reasons that made me smile today:
> i am cleared in all my balances in school *hurray!*
> my mom sent money for my make-up duties... *sorry, ma, but i really have to pressure you*
> cawi gave me a dozen of pink flowers (i love pink when it is given, not bought) and a bearhuggs (i named it CaBy, the one i was hugging in the picture). not much of the color, but i'm accidentally in love with green.

and by the way...happy birthday!

dalawang tulog

"what would happen after i blow the candle two days from now?"

i'm not ready yet. two days from now, i'm out of my teenage years. but i can't seem to satisfy myself with how i dealt with it when i started looking back since i started my age 19. i was deprived from having night life; i became innocent of what the usual teenagers do. i thought i knew it all; i was wrong (*sigh*). anyhow, i am happy i lived those teenage days not used to having vices. it's a pride for me :D .

so what did i do today?
>i had a make-up duty this morning which is a kill time for me.
>i search through the shelves of my memory where the hell i placed the action plan for that purchase... whatever (i still don't get what it's called *sorry*) for our school publication.
>i met cawi for a movie in his iPod (twilight is still a great, mushy, bone-tingling movie).
>we had a dinner meeting at mandarin with the rest of the Clarion staff for planning and everything.
>i bought my favorite 'apa' (it'd a crispy wafer) along the street. *sweet!*
>i just went home tired.
>i run through my books, turning them upside down and finally found the action plan i mentioned early.

what do i really want to do today?
>pay the charges at the accounting office.
>have a coffee with cawi (but he loathes coffee):
>let the CI's sign my procrastinating rotation clearance.
>watch lots of movie in cawi's iPod.
>rather sleep in the clarion office or beside cawi.
>shop
>search for an orthodontic for my teeth repair.
>attend an aerobic session
>get a new hairdo.
>make this day a stress-free day.

so what now?

... what now is...
every day, i'm taking a one step closer to the brink where i have no choice but to become 20...
i don't know what's in store for me.
i don't know what i am capable to do on that day
i don't know what others would say when they know i'm 20.
i don't know... i really have no idea.

can i just change the day of my birthday?

celebrating our day!

"paint the city streets with gigantic, colorful
floats"

Happy 72nd Araw ng Davao!

she's coming clean

"no matter how virgin her moves are, she remains what she always is"

she is such a bitch. i loathe her for now. well, i always do but she's my friend and i also care for her. i sometimes get bossy... err, most of the time, i mean. that may be the reason why we don't get along sometimes. i just hate how her narrow mind thinks. laughs at the most senseless stuff. let's say his crush went inside the CR, she laughs. how pathetic.

bitch, can you just get hold of yourself. you come to us to seek for help and you don't listen. no doubt why others sometimes make fun of you, including me (^.^). you don't know what you're doing nor thinking. it would always be useless if you won't listen to our opinions. it would help you though.

but as of now, i loathe
loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing......

peace?

"my heart was broken when he didn't wait for me; now i am trying to
put it back together with him."

almost all the time i can't stand it when i have to wait for him to say sorry. it would always be me who say that 's' word albeit it's his fault. i think i'm too pathetic to realize i am one. again, i did it. i said sorry. i can't stand here waiting for him to text me or buzz me or whatever. is this still called LOVE? i feel sorry for myself. but i don't want to be sorry if i will lose him. (there i am again, pathetic, as always).


anyway, reconciliation would always be helpful to mend whatever is broken. but would it still look new or it would be just like a recycled stuff made out of scraps we already used? whatever, it would always be us. i don't want and tend to be possessive but i just thought i became one. however, this love has driven me to something i was avoiding when i was little: insanity.

at this point, what matters is that we're back in almost one piece, we reconciled to each other (but no kisses), and we're at peace.

ssshhhh. hilom na!

"just shut up and..."

i love arguments but i just get sick fighting my right to whatever i feel. it's like i don't have the right to feel any angst against my boo. he's just pissing the hell out of me. i don't know why small fights just keep getting bigger when the two of us does not talk anyway. i just shut myself up and keep it all in me and probably say "yeah, whatever". it hurts me when we argue. it seems to me to be like our last fight and then... gone. i fear that.

is there something wrong when i ask him to go inside the campus and go straight to our office to meet me? none of i could think of. then why can't he just do it?! he's mad at me because i didn't go out when he asked me. i already informed him that i had lots of things to do here, so why don't he just come over here? the next thing i knew he's on his way home. and he did not wait for me! it just pissed me off! i'm always pissed off almost everyday. and it's all because of him!

HONESTLY, I'M MAD RIGHT NOW! and crying...

i don't want this fight would lead us to something undesirable. it would be best if he could just apologize to me. it's his fault after all. that 's' word is not harmful for him to say.

LAGOT!

"it really pisses me off!"

after a long time of waiting, he texted me. what pissed me is that he didn't even said 'hi'! damn it! i missed him and i'm so dying to see him and he just texted me "di ako makapunta kc gwa pa kmi manu". the hell i care about your manu! i also cared about our epidemiology and still i bothered thinking about him. why can't he just do the same way. or even thought, "kmusta na kya mine ko?" i don't tend to be demanding but i thought it's already rude of him to reply all my I miss you's and i love you's with a text like that.

i loathe him for now!!!

kill time

for some reasons, i just wanted to lie flat on the ground...

i just came from our first day of our epidemiology exposure, or whatever it is. i don't know what really is the cause for my exhaustion, but i'm really tired... (well, not so..) i dunno if it is the stress that i received from our PCI: lecturing while others already found their clients; the narrow paths that we've been sauntering for almost an hour; the questions that we've been formulating in our mind so that we won't be asking offensive questions to our client; the fact that I only interviewed 3 clients out of 5; the stress that's boiling in me because of the thought CAWI did not texted me or whatsoever.... or maybe it's just the jeep ride that went bumpy... uhm... oh well...

whatever it is... or are...

I'M TIRED!!!