Crimated and brought to space.

The rules are that for 8 days you have to post something that made you happy that day.
Tag 8 people to do the same.
Do this if you want. I tag anyone.

From mariel.

8th happy day would be last friday, January 16.

1. BESWAN goes to CENTERSTAGE!

2. Angge's singing, which is sometimes out-of-tune  with "papiyok-piyok pa"... hehe

3. mga kwentong buhay, trabaho at pag-ibig.

Interested? Very much. Looks cute.

 

Auction House (Korean drama, 2007)

I snatched this photo from this blog. This sunflower mural was the focus of Auction House's 3rd episode telling the desperate story of two generations of orphan siblings. It has a light bittersweet theme with a few heavy dramatic emphasis. Of course, I cried.  I particularly liked this lot because the painting is amazing, the child actors are great, and I proved myself wrong about the plot and storytelling. Hehe.

I gained respect and admiration for this drama because the technique is different. Every episode is curious and slightly unpredictable. It is interesting that I can compare it to an American tv series. I haven't read any review or synopsis of this drama but I know it would explain something extra or some different tv magic, format or technique to which it achieved such seeming Holywood feel.  Although I doubt that this 2007 12-episode series has garnered popular standing in Korea because it does not give a solid love, domestic, or horror theme, I would give it 4 stars out of 5 for capturing the unpretentious human character shown by the people involved in auctions and, those in the art business--there is genuine art appreciation, valuing, greed, pride, envy, betrayal, longing, fear, superstition, desire, fame, love, ambition, so on. I wouldn't know all of these exactly but now I seem to have an idea.    

Simply put, this drama is about a group of people who runs an auction house that sells prized paintings, artworks and, as it seems, anything that would be worth selling. Every episode tells a different story; has an unconventional but sometimes protracted plot (works for me though); good actors; without an expected love story ending (I guess...); and it involves art, art world people and auction people, which is very new to me and was slightly shocked by the system or relationship showed prevalent in the story although it is not particularly without sense. (It just goes to show that I still believe in the "poor" or "starving" artist concept of society.) 

Watch it.

 

 

A mop.

I'd like to share one of my recurring dreams while I still remember it.

So there I was standing in one of those scary narrow hallways I'm used to seeing as verdant locations of those not so scary japanese highschool doramas/movies/animes. All pumped and angry with that grotesque-looking face gang leaders have. I seem to be leading a bunch high school boys all ready to fight behind my back. We spotted a couple who are rather oblivious in our presence at first startled when they saw and which looked like they were hiding something. The girl wore a glamorous 80's-ish gown matching with a white fur shawl, really thick make up and stripper red lipstick; while the boy, on her arm, was in a sleek dark blue tux reflecting the full moon's shine on his hair. Anyways, we scared them and they tried to run away. I was thinking or shouting something like,"Where did you hid her?" They have done something against me or my gang. Not really sure what it was. The girl said some insulting words to me and did something on my face, while her boyfriend was being beaten up by the boys. Of course, a gang leader would not let anyone bully him/her just like that so the girl ended up on the floor with a bloody face just more recornizable than her boyfriend's. The boy easily gave their hostage's liar, the rooftop. I ordered some boys to go up, the other boys scatter around that floor. We heard people who were rather noisy coming from downstairs. The couple we just beat up escaped and we're now getting ready to party. It was interesting. I hid behind a classroom's door. It became really quiet. I had a moment to peep outside through the door but the door was slammed open I slipped to the outside hallway completely unarmed. My challenger, a little but definitely tough girl tried to smash my face with the baseball bat she was swinging around. I turned to the side and hurriedly found a weapon. Not a very one indeed but it knocked her off. I pulled her inside the room and locked her in. Then, I was just standing seemingly admiring the wonders of my weapon: a dingy ordinary mop.       

There is one thing I left out telling this dream... the person I was trying to save and what happened to her. That is, I honestly don't know although I have another dream related to this one that may give a hint.  

Currently, I'm crushing over some korean actor minus the acting skills. Haha. The drama was terribly addictive while it last but, once it's over (maybe even 2 episodes before the screen returned to the menu), the high is particularly heavy and difficult to sustain. 

I realized that I could have a developed a very "very" low tolerance to overly mushy and somewhat thoughtless romantic scenes. I've been thinking how I could have been infected with such disgust now when I've been watching asian dramas, of all sorts, throughout my life. I love the extremely exaggerated expressions, the dragging stories, from the light and predictable to the gross and psychotic; I am fond with how asian actors differ in their acting ranges but, this is the first time that I'm just awed with the predictability, and how one light romantic drama/comedy could have dragged to 4 more episodes when it could have ended on the 12th. I would have kept my silence if the actors could have picked up the story and tried to act it. I've liked and hated some dramas before but this is one monumental day to write about something I hate. 

It would seem totally cowardly though but, it won't be fair to name names. I'm the only one thinking and feeling this so let me suffer on my own shameful reactions to a typical drama that anyone could have slightly liked. Good luck!

When I got home on Thursday, I was almost soaked wet with the heavy downpour of rain. I had to walk home because I cannot find a ride and there was heavy traffic at Quirino Avenue. Luckily, I remembered to get my umbrella at the 11th floor and my synthetic slip ons under the last pb's ws where I had my last day of unsup. In any case, majority of my being is dry. This is the part I've written last Sept 28. Then, I will continue...

The point being that I had a dream about my gradeschool classmate and friend, Ronel. It was the one lasting memory I had of him and it was weird being able to remember any dreams that night because I was generally tired. I dreamt how he acted while we were fetching him from his house one day for one of those class practices. I was with some of our other classmates. We entered passed their gate to their front door. He was apparently not in the house because when we entered there he was just about to go inside too. He seemed really quiet at home compared how "kulit" and playful he can be at school. This was the time I realized that he might be having some problems with his family. He was not abused or anything like that I know of. I wish I could still see and be friends with people from my childhood.

It's frustrating that I could only be with a few people I really know and cared about eveyday. Araw-araw ganun na lang palagi ang naririnig mo. Maybe I just really want to reminisce or I just inhaled a nostalgic fog after I seemed to have forced myself to adapt with everything taht is new and now; therefore, the past seemed more appealing and safe. I don't wish to stop what I'm doing though, I just want everything else to catch up. I need some sleep.

 

Yes. I learned something today like what any consciously existing human person should do in each and every waking day of their lives. Simple. I realized that I could do so much more or dream something / anything else other than studying at a decent law school or getting promoted. I noticed that my family is no longer speaking with each other. We only talk about bills, debts and what little income we can pool together to pay off everything. I can now empathize with my father by somehow realizing that we both love my mother but she is just relentlessly talking/reminding us about problems, just problems. Even at times when we can afford to keep each other seated together at the dinner table, it is either silence or money. Sometimes, the talk can be inserted with the little concern about our pets health, but that's about it.  Hence, I have decided that I shall become a millionaire and my goal is a relaxed retirement by the age of 25. *Good luck! $_$* I realized that I can only think of "realize" and "learn" to describe the results of my observation this past week. So, here is proof that I truly started to read up: 

In the few sites I've surfed in the past 20 minutes, there are three things I learned to help me start in achieving my retirement goal. These are: 1. THRIFT HABIT; 2. START NOW; 3. THINK LONG-TERM. All of the entries I've read in those personal finance sites say these three things. Firstly, make savings a habit, that is, spend less or make more money than what you spend. Take a portion of your salary, which doesn't have to be half or even one-tenth of it, just enough so you can still pay your bills, feed yourself and a little something extra for small luxuries. Secondly, if you want to earn interest or invest in liquid assets, the usual advice is to start early, better yet, NOW.  I still don't know how to start investing so I don't really know anything yet. But, I read somewhere that the best advice for amateurs in investment is not to invest in something you don't understand, so better read up first! Lastly, having a goal or purpose, I believe, does not only apply in managing one's personal finances but also, in most aspects in life. Left-brainers are born with this character; they are naturally goal-oriented. Typically, men are the best stock brokers, business tycoons, and entrepreneurs because, by history and nature, they can concentrate and stubbornly stick to their goals. This one is simple if you have the determination and the need. If you don't think that way, you will lose to your compulsiveness and your egotistic urge to try and keep up with a certain lifestyle you thought you are entitled to. (Is it egoism or egotistic? I believe I can use egotistic here.) To look at it in another perspective, you just buy things because of its value, its use and purpose.  Certainly, you can buy a dress if you're in desperate need to have a new one. You may even consider it as an investment if you're trying to find work and you're going in a bunch of interviews.  However, buying a dress because it's the new fad or because it complements your favorite shoes is money, which you could have saved to spend on your future. 

In conclusion, I will now declare a strict budget per day! No coffee, chocolate and alcohol, junkfoods, lunch out / gimiks with friends, and no to new shoes and bags! Since this is now war, I'll do anything to win! HARHAR.  

P.S. I should really NOT plan on retiring right now but that is a good goal and it's very attractive and practical. If Koreans can have their early retirement in the Philippines, why can't I retire early in my own country? Certainly out of context, I apologize.  

I've always respected how our local television channel, Abc 5 (then) or TV5 (now), has picked out foreign drama/movies/game/cartoons/anime/reality tv shows to complete their humble range of everyday entertainment, which they have courageously served to the ever diverse and hungry tastebuds of the Philippine viewing public. As I am one guilty of "shaking" my old tv habit diverting from my regular tv variety to TV5's uniquely concocted mix of Filipino produced, directed, and acted tv dramas/ shows (with slight obvious concepts borrowed from the foreign "original", I don't know which is orig nowadays) with a splash of fun fun fun anime that I miss and kiddie cartoons, a pinch of news/magazine/public service programs, and added with korean/mexican/japan no dorama(s) to taste. Just to mention shows/segments that I like and critique (or bash *joke*) those I'm not too crazy about, I recalled some of them quickly in the following paragraphs:

Although I initially thought that Midnight DJ is a remake, I immediately liked that mix of light drama, comedy and the hefty amount of horror and suspense, which I actually dread. Of course, I love the animes! Anime wa saikou!!! Henge is good. But Shana is shounen. No fun. (No yaoi. *hihi* ) It being shounen has nothing to do with it being "no fun". The dubbing was awkward for me. No offense. However, everything else including Chalkworld is great! Lovin' Spongebob as always! On to korean/japanese doramas, Golden Bride was really an Asian hit but, as my liking for korean shows changes as fickle as the weather, I still don't know if I should watch it. It's about the love disease that spreads across races and borders and infects random seemingly unrelated people. It must have a nice plot. Su Jung and Waterboys will keep you seated on saturday nights infront of your tv. Love books is a great attempt to salvage primetime entertainment. I appreciate that since I just started watching NBSP starring Alex de Rossi who can really give a very subtle take on her roles but, at the same time, delivers an overwhelming warmth and reality with whoever she tries to portray.

Another thing to love is there "in-between shows" hosts. I think that's a great idea. Personally, when I watch TV5 on saturdays from 4 to 11pm. These "in-between" segments hold/stick/keep together all those shows, which feed the couch potato that I am. The idea is keeping the transistion seamless like a couture dress.

On the flip side, channel 21, which seemed to have a bad signal all the time, offers a hotpot of hollywood tv/talk/reality shows such as GG, Top Model, Beauty and the Geek, One tree hill (season1 pa lang ata), Tyra, Breaking up with Shannen Doherty, Entourage, The Late Show and my favorite comedy as of 12:02am, September 16, 2008, How I Met Your Mother (Barney! *flails*).

On the contrary, however, with what my sister thinks (that I have a colonial mentality/ that I only watch Grey's, etc. and despise Filipino dramas), I simply love Dyesebel and I love Betty La Fea. It is just that I have low tolerance with game/reality shows except for Takeshi's Castle and Game KNB?.

In brief, the point that I'm trying to arrive at is change is beautiful! We don't have to always watch the same shows for 25 or 50 years. The art behind entertainment tv should not always succumb to what would sell or what hits in the US or in other countries. We can absolutely develop quality shows alongside great internationall hit dramas. I wish there would come a time in my life that I can unthinkingly choose to watch Filipino shows--and only Filipino shows, which showcase diversity, innovation, and an international flare kindled by the Filipino human condition.

Chenes.

Happy Birthday, Jun-kun! You're aging beautifully! Don't let anyone remind you that you're once this cute little boy with bucked front teeth! HAHA. Tanjoubi omedetou!   I will forever be here for you even if you do decide to create something else or do something aside from what you enjoy doing now. Labo. Anyways, がんばれ！

P.S. Credits to whoever posted this photo in Junified. Thanks! Plus, I did something for Jun in my music section. Enjoy!

Entra En Mi Vida - Sin Bandera

Buenas noches,
Mucho gusto,
Eras una chica mas.
Despues de cinco minutos ya eras alguien especial.
Sin hablarme,
Sin tocarme,
Algo dentro se encendio.
En tus ojos se hacia tarde y me olvidaba del reloj.

Estos das a tu lado me enseñaron que en verdad
No hay tiempo determinado para comenzar al amar.
Siento algo tan profundo que no tiene explicacion,
No hay razon ni logica en mi corazon.

Entra en mi vida,
Te abro la puerta.
Se que en tus brazos ya no hablar noches desiertas.
Entra en mi vida,
Yo te lo ruego.
Te comencer por extrañar,
Pero empeciar a necesitarte luego.

Buenas noches,
Mucho gusto,
Ya no existe nadie mas.
Despues de este tiempo juntos,
No puedo volver atras.
Tu me hablaste,
Me tocaste y te volviste mi ilusion.
Quiero que seas dueña de mi corazon.

Entra en mi vida,
Te abro la puerta.
Se que en tus brazos ya no hablar noches desiertas.
Entra en mi vida,
Yo te lo ruego.
Te comencer por extrañar,
Pero empeciar a necesitarte luego.

Entra en mis horas,
Salvame ahora,
Abre tus brazos fuerte y djame entrar.

Entra en mi vida,
Te abro la puerta.
se que en tus brazos ya no hablar noches desiertas.
Entra en mi vida,
Yo te lo ruego.
Te comencer por extrañar,
Pero empeciar a necesitarte luego.

Te comencer por extrañar,
Pero empeciar a necesitarte luego.

P.S. Here's Sin Bandera performing this song. Credits to the person who uploaded it in youtube. Thanks! Accordingly, I sarcastically dedicate this song to you. I never thought I'd meet a person who could lie to me as much as you have in this short span of time I've known you. Congratulations! I pray you find peace. As for the title of this post, I implore God to save me that I may not have to hurt you or bury you deep into earth! Get out of my life! ^___^

Sunflower

 

If there's one thing I never said to you

Is that I like you

Never did we talk, that is, to say, you never did fancy a conversation with me,

And with political impediments, I cannot hold any one of the many magical postures a girl can do 

To straighten my throat and give you even a cough of hint  

That you were dear to me.  Still

I am grateful, King Arthur.

 

However, here is my true love, my Haley and everything that he stood for in my life

You are the most wonderful creation with what such pathetic imagination I have produced 

Cheers to all the nights you've sat beside me in that dark room

That dingy red sofa

Infront of the ever static couch box we seem to enjoy watching every night

Lighting both our faces as we bask in the darkness

In the escape of my thoughts and the silence of your heart

I've always thought that you spent living hours with me

Your subconcious into mine

Wanting to be one with me. The long white spiraling staircase high right above us 

To another world

Arms held out to reach 

We jumped high yet we dived and sank. 

And found that path to my Da Vincinian country Oh --

The colors like waves!

Skies, the trees, the high grasses and bright sunflowers

Swaying with us more like children in a perfect world

There's a small boat in the calm pond and the sea above it

Do you remember?  I asked you why are you so quiet

And stared giggling oblivious to the fisherman above

Thousand words raced spiraling into an infinity of white ever sinking stairs 

Because this dreamworld

Chance is the creator

But the dream eventually ends

The sunflower still faces her Sun

Her Lover

And I, the most coy of all Mimosa pudica L's in this world would always fold with your

One friendly touch.

 

 

  

 

 

I blog again. Atlast. But it won't be for long. Maybe this will be my last post and I'd never breathe livejournal air anymore. ( Maybe. )

Amazingly though planned, my weekend turned out great! Not sure whether I'd be having one of those in the next few months or YEARS! Since I should be working like a ant and pay debts for a few years before I can save up for myself (of course, graduation is near), vacation would be like a writing something on water or delusional dreams of meeting matsujun that would never happen unless he's straight and unpopular. ^___~ WTF!

Guess what we did this past day and two nights at Laguna? Nothing...the activity that I'm very eager doing; dreaming of it every single moment of my waking life. Well, it seems like we cheated a little here and there because we did eat A LOT and drink A LOT and had SO MUCH fun! My adjectives have never been so poetic, vivid, abstract and beautiful! It's 1:12AM. Yeah. It was fun [period here] No need for a grandiose chunk of narrative for doing NOTHING, ne?

One interesting mental note for today: Arashi sure looks attractive even for young and old housewives. My assertion may have gone beyond what I've experienced today but, only when a research study addressing this matter gets published, then, I SHALL edit and delete this entire paragraph from this post! XDDDDD

Sweet dreams~! Arashi, Arashi for dream!!! WAH.

I wish I could really REALLY wrap the whole year and give it away. BUT, thinking that it might not be all pleasant or appealing, nothing extraordinary and eccentric, my year 2007 may not worth anything to anyone.

( What happened? )

My father's birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday Pa! Yey~! That's about my Christmas wish!

( More on the farce today )

'tis it is thursday a week of my sembreak has already been comsummated with random useless and should i say unproductive activities i rediscovered my love for downloading and watching movies i think i didn't really loose it but now it has become the only thing i do all day besides sleeping waking up chatting making random conversations with my mom watching dramas and eat bulaga on tv pondering still pondering unconsciously using "..." to end every sentence all the time i feel that i need to write something more to support a sentence but instead i just write "..." and think "let him think what i meant with that" it sucks but now i think i just do that because i honestly don't know what to say anymore maybe i don't want other people to think i'm empty that i don't really suffer much but i don't enjoy either that belonging to neither contrast reduced my feelings to a thin line that separates happy and sad love and hate who said there's really a gray area what is pity is it sadness or disdain we don't really know what will happen in the future ne i am afraid someone said every action starts with a step how inconvenient it is to step on a land mine and when you only got one leg how would you suppose to get there unless you crawl or hop maybe it's easier to step on a stronger land mine and let the explosion fly you there trajectory physics and a lot of guts or stupidity team rocket style

To sum it up, here's Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart:

"Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart..."


( Days before SEMBREAK (Part 1) )

I hate you.
Careless, stubborn and cold.
You refuse to see me.

I miss you.
I asked you to wait.
Nothing changed.

I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.

I love you.