:: Tears of the Moon ::

:: Friday, February 27, 2004 ::

Tell me something once, I'll get it. Beat it to death, and I get annoyed. It's something I learned from my dad. Well, not necessarily *learned*, but one of my dad's (and mom's) habits that I become annoyed with.

So, I was told off, right? That's alright. I'm ready to admit that. It's work related, and that's fine. But beat it to death good grief. What the hell? Did I do something criminal? No. I said yeah, I get it, I won't do it again, we're done, what's next? Let go of the damn thing and let's move on.

Gah. Just venting.

Thank goodness we made the deadlines. We managed to do 150% of whatever was required of us this week. We had last week's backlog (severe, severe backlog), plus we had to do the standard for this week. And by the end of yesterday, we had just a few leftovers to finish for today. Now all we have left to do is run the reports, then check email forms.

I am so relieved.

:: D said @ 12:49 PM [+] ::
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Went to the Jason Mraz concert with May and my sister. In the end he tossed guitar picks into the crowd and we got one! We got one!

:: D said @ 8:12 AM [+] ::
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HVD, people. Hope you had a good one.

As for me, Ye Cute kissed me on the forehead! I was at my station, talking to a customer on the phone, and he passed by and kissed me on the forehead. Not an air-kiss, but a real smack above my left eyebrow. Sigh. I feel like a teenager.

So, I hate Valentine's, right?

No, not really hate-hate, but I think it's a capitalist ploy to get people to spend on red ink and pay hideous amounts for flowers that'll wilt in three days. (I think flowers wilting symbolizes planned obsolesence in relationships, but that's just me) So it is for this reason that instead of joining the team in supposedly wearing red for V-day, I wore black. Black, having been my outfit for VD since college (right, May? Didn't we have a term for that-?) That, and because we were just too damn tired for the past two weeks that the usual people with energy to conceptualize and setup decorating (would be me, Ace, Kat, and the sups.. some of the agents) are on brain drain. All we want to do is go home and have a long weekend.

After the shift, withdrew money and went to the mall to buy Mags' birthday gift (this eight year old girl in our neighborhood who looks to me like a big sister, or a -God forbid- young aunt), and Theresa's.

On How We Got Tickets, and How Tere And I Ended Up Being Each Other's Dates

Chi and I planned to go to this thing called Thunder From Down Under, the buff version of the Full Monty, I have to say *giggles*. We thought it was for Sunday, but we got the tickets and it showed Valentine's Day. Theresa and I were planning to go out on Vday to watch a movie and have dinner in Libis (her birthday, and her first Vday in the past four years without her *coughbastardcough* boyfriend). So I told Tere, change of plans, we were going to the Full Monty instead. Chi had to run over to UP to give over her application papers for her MBA app, then she had two sets of best friends setting appointments with her on Saturday. The first was with her HS best friend Joy, who celebrates her bday on the 14th. Then her college best friends Butch and Liza wanted her to join a picnic at the ADMU grounds in the afternoon. I told Chi it was better if she did the thing with her friends instead because both of them wanted her there. She hasn't seen Joy in ages, and Butch and Liza rarely ask Chi to come to anything.

We had four tickets, and it looked like Tere's sister couldn't come with us, so it ended up that Tere and I going to the casino to watch them perform.

On Tere and I Being Late for The Thing But Arrived Just In Time

We arranged to meet 6.30 at the Cubao station. I arrived first and told her that I was wearing a blue blouse and jeans. Tere came two minutes after my text, telling me, "You said blue blouse, NOT *daring* blue blouse" and laughing. What? I was wearing a halter top tied at the nape of the neck with strings. It's bare back.. but since Tere has been an HS friend, she has never seen me dressed up like that before.

We got off the Magallanes MRT terminal to grab a taxi, but it took us a while, and we had to detour and reroute because we missed the turnoff. We arrived at the casino at nine-ten. It was supposed to start 9pm. We moved forward to the unoccupied seats ahead of us ten minutes into the show because apparently they didn't sell enough tickets and it'd be a waste to be soo far away from the stage.

Twas my first time to get to Casino Filipino. Man, that place is huge. Lots of slot machines and card tables. I was half expecting to be stopped at the gate and be questioned if I were legal when I realized.. doh, I am legal. (I'm old!)

Another thing I noticed is that while most of the people who came were women, almost a third of them were men! Lol. Apparently, a lot of gay men came to watch the show too. Gay friends and gay boyfriends came along to watch. Made for an interesting night. Disappointed to see some of the said gay men looked hot. Gah.

THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER!!

So, I really didn't know what to expect. From what Teena told me about their teaser show at Bed, they would grab a girl from the audience and give them a lap dance. And they would tease the audience while stripping. They would run the overhead, showing the Thunder guys' ad and already I was feeling giggly. They had buff bodies and long curly hair (most of them), the kind that you use for models on the cover paintings of cheesy romance novels. You know the kind.

And I didn't know what to expect from the crowd. Because judging from experience, the Filipino audience is a frustratingly reserved and polite live audience. Hardly ever hooting, cheering, yelling, dancing, waving their arms, jumping when someone comes up on stage. They would much rather sit on their chairs and watch the show. Don't they know it drives performers nuts when the audience seemingly doesn't respond? I was prepared to feel embarrassed at a possibly non-reaction over buff men stripping onstage.

They came on! They pulled women from the audience (not me! Argh!)! They all did lap dances. I must say, I've never seen anything quite like it. And, man were they all built. All those muscles, abs, pecs.. I think they've ruined me for other men . And holy cow, were their buns tight. Not an ounce of flab anywhere. Somewhere in their solos they would strip to their g-strings (boy, were they tiny!) and dance.

Eek! Let me tell you about their g-strings (or thongs? I could never get them quite right). They were strings with a scrap of fabric to cover the crotch area. Strings riding high on their butts. They would pull them down a bit, the girls (and gays!) would scream, pull them up, drag them slowly down again, and.. not show anything!

LMAO.

In Which Kit and Tere Got Pictures!

I swore that I'd get pictures. Tere has a camera phone and we wanted to use them while the show was still on. I must say that once the performance starts, our eyes were glued to the stage.

At the end of it, though, they offered pictures to be taken with the boys, for a fee. P600 for a picture, which sucks, but considering the tickets to begin with were free for us, we just split the payment and took a picture with them, with me sitting on the cutie that I liked.

I swear he was patting my butt while we posed for the picture. Tere said her guy was rubbing her thigh. LMAO LMAO LMAO. I've been awake 24 hours at that point, so I was already a bit kooky (kookier than I usually am), and I noticed that the guy I was sitting on had nipple rings on both nipples. Ouch. And I had to exclaim, "Wow. Did they hurt?" My guy said yeah and he grinned. The guy Tere was sitting on turned to us and said that he cried like a girl. LMAO. I would've wanted to ask more but the handlers told us to smile at the camera. So he put his arms around me, I put my bag on the floor and I smiled. Click.

Me, sitting on a topless, buff, cute guy. Amidst six other topless, buff, cute guys, and my best friend! On Valentine's Day! This certainly tops any other VD I've ever had so far. After the picture, I turned to my guy and said thanks, and Happy Valentines. They greeted us back, and my guy (I think his name's Keith? I'm not sure) asked me for a kiss. Kissed him on the cheek. Tere did the same to hers, and we walked away with the Polaroid thrust at us.

We got off the stage, and I snapped pictures with Theresa's phone of the guys taking pictures with other people, of them moving around the stage.. I hope I got clear enough pictures to have their faces on it. We have one copy, so Tere's going to scan the Polaroid, and send it to me by mail. I also snapped off a picture of the Polaroid on Theresa's phone, so she could send it to me, through her sister's phone to mine via SMS. So, we have one official pic of the two of us with those guys, and a couple of them off Theresa's phone, walking around the stage post-show. Still topless. ;)

The Official Story

We've always been able to go around the question, "What's the show about?" from our parents. "It's a show at Casino Filipino." "It's a group of Australian guys.." Mom asked me a direct question on the way out, "What is the show, really?" I answered, "It's a male performance show by Australians." Theresa added that it's a cultural experience (uh-huh). Apparently, her dad freaked when he found out what it was, exactly, so she told him she'd be going to Libis with me instead of the show. I don't think my parents would freak but it's still funny.

Now I'm partly relieved and annoyed that I wasn't given a lapdance. *snicker* We should've sat near the aisle, then. Hehe.

:: D said @ 1:08 PM [+] ::
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I've known this band (rather, this particular song) for quite some time now. And I can't believe I haven't said anything about the incredible-ness of these lyrics.

Not to mention the way it's sung.

I've heard good comments on their website, and I have to agree. Their website's really nice. Go visit.

I love, love the refrain. Once you listen to the music with the lyrics, you'll get what I mean.

Normal Life
July For Kings

I stood under ohio's skies
I could see the open fields for miles
I thought "what the hell am I doing back here again?"
but now I'm trying to reassemble the things I kept and
the pictures fade but I hope to resurrect
the things that kept me sane back then

in the backyard playing on the swingset
dark green shoes off you can get your feet wet
mom and dad sat quiet in the sunroom
sundown, big moon, big sky.

now I just want to live a normal life
get a fast car and a pretty wife
we could have children of our own
settle down here until they're grown
we could buy a house out on the beach
and just die there, out of reach
do you want to live
do you want to live
do you want to live a normal life with me

live
a normal life with me

for years I cursed these dead end streets
no where to go, no one to meet
we only talked about the crazy woman down the road
but everything makes much more sense now
someday I'll have my own house
I'll make enough to make it easier to pay the phone bill

in the backyard playing on the swingset
dark green shoes off you can get your feet wet
my wife and i will sit quiet in the sunroom
sundown, big moon, big sky.

I just want to live a normal life
get a fast car and a pretty wife
we could have children of our own
settle down here until they're grown
we could buy a house out on the beach
and just die there, out of reach
do you want to live
do you want to live
do you want to live a normal life

I'll watch the kids until you get home
4:58 and you're on the phone
coming back from work on friday
wide-awake in the american dream
I'll make the bed, you feed the cat
could it really be as simple as that? (yeah)
do you want to live
do you want to live
do you want to live a normal life with me

do you want to live a normal life with me

now I just want to live a normal life
get a fast car and a pretty wife
we could have children of our own
settle down here until they're grown

I just want to live a normal life
get a fast car and a pretty wife
we could have children of our own
settle down here until they're grown
we could buy a house out on the beach
and just die there, out of reach
do you want to live
do you want to live
do you want to live a normal life
do you want to live
do you want to live
do you want to live a normal life
do you want to live
do you want to live a normal life with me?

Guitars, etc
Incidentally, I can play a decent, sing-able version of Texas' Put Your Arms Around Me, John Mayer's Love Song for No One, Vertical Horizon's I'm Still Here, Sheryl Crow's I Shall Believe, Sarah McLachlan's I Will Remember You and Plumb's Real. At last. At least now I can say I have half a playlist to go with. ;)

Bry's been telling me that I ought to learn girlie songs, because apparently all I want to play are 'guy' songs. When I asked what the hell he meant, he said it sounds funny to hear John Mayer and Jason Mraz's lyrics in a girl. *rolleyes* I was about to whap him until he said girls singing girl songs are sexy. (Yes, he actually used the word) My fifteen year old brother, people. Very adorable kid.

:: D said @ 6:43 PM [+] ::
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Today is the birthday of the man who conceptualized fractal geometry.

Happy birthday, Gaston Julia. Yes, I'm a layman (or laywoman), but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate math giants. Not to mention the incredible beauty of these figures.

And look at the cuuute Google image today:



Fractals!

:: D said @ 5:50 PM [+] ::
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And to revive the Jake love,


Kate Moennig. Hot as a girl, also hot as a guy. How many people can you say can be androgynously attractive? I wanna be Kate Moennig.

:: D said @ 8:03 PM [+] ::
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I'll tell you a secret.

I don't get poetry.

No, I don't mean that I'm a complete dunce over it, just that I don't get the ones without rhyme or meter and talk in fifteen layers of existence.

I guess I have to be on a set frame of mind to do so.

Although I admire those who do. For really, it's incredible that they see something I don't.

It's like math, I guess, that you either have to have an instinct on, or you'd have to study the parameters of (for years) to finally understand what the writer is saying. Either way, you have to have a love for it.

Because I read a Roswell fic and two characters share a love for this particular poem by e.e. cummings. I've read it, reread it, and for the life of me, I can't seem to grasp it.

I guess there's a lyric to poetry, a music and language that I don't understand. It makes me sad to not have gotten the gene required to appreciate it. I can learn Sindarin elvish, can understand Shakespeare's jokes, but I don't get freeform poetry. Go figure.

:: D said @ 3:10 PM [+] ::
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Got a bit of writing in, which is a relief. As with what happens with this story, the one I need to finish is being a bitch, while the one I had in mind for right after's a breeze. Which leaves me between a rock and a hard place: I have to finish the thing in a few weeks. Ten pages, Verdana 8.

Kat commented last Saturday that I was incredibly talented. I don't know. I would much rather think that I have a lot of interests, and I act on them. Like, for example, I find origami interesting. So, I buy books. I wanted to make a Hogwarts robe, so I bought myself a portable sewing kit.

For all my craft shit, I didn't work on actual hand drawing or painting. Which is a shame, considering that given time, I know I could've made it. Something that I've always been frustrated on.

There was a point in my childhood that I was both: I could write and speak, and I could draw and be moody. Given the opportunities available to me at the time, I chose to keep on reading, and call on my artistic abilities only occassionally.

So I ended up being articulate, with an occassional artistic streak. I sometimes wish I'd have taken the time to draw, etc, like May does with her pencils. I know I could've been a respectable coloring person had I taken the chance.

But given that I didn't, I turned the desire to crafts. So I ended up with small teddy bears (by small, I mean 2 1/2 inch bears), pillowcases, origami boxes, the occassional poster in craypas, and the Hogwarts robe. And cross-stitching the Hogwarts banners. Nice giftwrap, pop-out cards. Not bad, considering. It's a hell of a lot more creative, I think.

:: D said @ 2:53 PM [+] ::
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