:: Tears of the Moon ::

:: Monday, March 15, 2004 ::

So, how was my Saturday shift? Saturday halfday, 11pm-3am. After the shift, stayed up until 6am. Slept at work from 6-9:30am at the sofas. Met up with the Fellowship girls to watch Hidalgo in Megamall.

Met up with May, Teena, Pao, Andie, Abby, Lot (our adopted FFellowship member). Cam dropped in and out while we were waiting at McDo. Met Reese for the first time. She's active at the HPH egroup, a group affiliated with another yahoogroup I'm in, TolkienPhilippines. She knows someone I know from TP, and I know her face is familiar, because she was active at the PhilCon. She was one of the Hogwarts students manning the HP booth.

Missed the first scheduled showing, having waited for Andie and Abby. It was Andie's 18th birthday (Happy happy, dudette!). Gaye and her sister watched ahead of us at the first showing. Ate at Pollo Loco (after having a chicken burger and float at McDo) and talked some more. The movie'd start at 1:40pm, and we had over two hours to kill. Turns out that Reese was also at the Incubus concert two nights prior. AND she was at the front row railing. The bitch. :D What an incredibly small world we live in. You literally can't screw up, because somebody somewhere out there knows someone who knows your friend, your mom, your relatives, your officemates..

Andie and Abby came in late. All was forgiven because it was Andie's birthday. Eighteenth! Happy birthday again, dudette.

The climbing walls phrase was discussed, and Pao gave a very apt description: "Uh, helping oneself?". Pao-babe, you rock. :rotflmao: Teena talked about The Incident; too bad Lot wasn't there to hear it. The Joshua Jackson recording was passed around for Abby, Reese and Andie to listen to (another round of squealing ensued).

Hidalgo

Okay, Hidalgo. As it is, well, it was a bit.. blah. I do have to commend Viggo Mortensen for being such a method actor and really studied a native American Indian dialect for some of the dialogue. There was a part there where he prayed to the 'spirits of the ancestors', and it looked like the desert version of the Army of the Dead. Even the dialect he was using sounded like two steps away from: "Haldir o Lorien, boe ammen veriad i dulu lin" (elvish, folks, elvish). May and the rest said that there were scenes reminiscent of The Last Samurai.


The rest of the day was okay. After the movie, May and I had to rush to mass. We were later joined by Reese and Teena. We walked to the Shang MRT station. Teena and Reese were heading South, while I was riding the North train. May just needed to cross through to the station to the other side of the highway to get home and study for finals. Better to be your cup than mine, dude. *hugs*


Had coffee with a really interesting guy. Didn't know if it constitutes a date. He did ask when I was free, I said which times. We set it. Met for coffee, talked about religion, politics, work. He then drove me to the jeepney terminal, and he went home to pick up his brother. According to my relationship gurus, the verdict: The girls say no, the guy says yes. Meaning, my girlfriends tell me to not stress it, blah blah. My guy friend says it was something, given that he took the time to go see me.

In any case, I'd just leave it as is. Thing is, I know he just recently broke up with his (very) longtime girlfriend. Remember what I said about it being a small world? In this case, it's extremely tiny. I know the girl from other sources, and I know the guy. Weird. Long and short of it, I had fun. And we didn't talk about The Relationship at all (well, I didn't probe) While talking about it with a friend, she had interrupted me three times during the course of the self-examination, asking me "Do you like the guy?" I couldn't give a straight answer. Hm. I wonder why that is. What I can say, though, is that he's freaking smart.

That sounds incredibly discriminatory, but please. Let me elaborate a bit here. Ask me if the guy's cute, I'd have to stop and reconsider. Sure, there are obvious drop-dead gorgeous guys out there, like Orlando Bloom, for instance. But in real-life terms, it's kinda hard to say. There's cute, but their intelligence is questionable. This is how it usually goes:

"Kitt, do you think (insert name here) is cute?"
Kitt thinks it over her mental checklist. "Hmm. Maybe, I dunno. He certainly has a good build." I do admire cuteness, but that's not what hooks me. What gets my attention is the first ten seconds of a reply to a question. Was it a smart reply? Did it have substance? Do we have things in common? Those are the things I look for in a person, boy or girl.

I have no patience for the inane "I love nature" statements. You know the kind: the person who says "I love nature" at me, I reply with, "Oh really? What do you do? Mountain climb? Hike? Are you part of some environmental group?" I'm not being snide. The point is, if you declare yourself as someone who likes something, stick to it. Don't use the phrase just to sound impressive. I use that example when my family and I watched the local version of The Bachelor and the dimwit "bachelor" (WHY the girls fell over that halfwit, I don't know) claimed he "loved" nature. He told the girl he "loved" nature, while looking across a man-made pond with captive swans swimming in a six-feet diameter pool.

You love nature, alright. Whatever.

All this by way of saying that I found the guy incredibly interesting. So, regardless of his looks, he's a plus in my book. The fact that he sorta looks nice, and a friend can vouch that he has beautiful brown eyes is a plus, I guess. But do I like him-? I don't know. Maybe obsessing about it this way will talk me into liking him, so I'm going to drop it.

Drop it.

:: D said @ 2:34 PM [+] ::
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Me: annoyed. And I'm going to work with this person in the future?

Holy crap.

WTF is it that you have a big fucking stick up your ass?

I dunno. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's you. Right now I can't fathom having a harmonious relationship with you in the future.

I'm a pretty laid back person. I know that. Everyone knows that. I'm pretty cool with it. Sometimes it works for me, other times it doesn't. But don't go bringing your storm cloud with you when you're around me and expect me to fold under your supposed bitchiness. I fight back. And today, I have to rant about it.

Yeah, so I was loud. I admit that. And yeah, it bothers you. You and your crew. The look on your face just irks me, you know? Use your 'annoyed/pleading' face for when it really matters. Don't make it your everyday face. I'm too used to it, and when you turn that face on me, some switch in me just turned on.

It just turned on.

:: D said @ 10:09 AM [+] ::
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You may want to check this out. Read the story and turn green with envy.

You know those stories you hear about the guy spending a whole lot of money on you to ride a plane, go to some place blindfolded, arrive at a church and get proposed to?

Yep.

It's real.

:: D said @ 10:04 AM [+] ::
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Made me laugh. Thanks to the folks at Bored.com

Famous last words


"It's a dud! It's a dud! It's a du...".

"Don't touch the red button!"

Gee, that's a cute tattoo.

It's fireproof.

What does this button do?

So, you're a cannibal.

Are you sure the power is off?

Pull the pin and count to what?

Which wire was I supposed to cut?

I wonder where the mother bear is.

I've seen this done on TV.

These are the good kind of mushrooms. .

I'll hold it and you light the fuse.

You look just like Charles Manson

Let it down slowly.

OK, I'll go ahead and make your day.

This doesn't taste right.

I can make this light before it changes

I can do that with my eyes closed

look ma! no hands!

Hey that's not a violin.

Don't be so superstitious.

Now watch this.

:: D said @ 1:36 PM [+] ::
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I have the sneaking suspicion that the parentals are checking out what I read. Mom, in her boredom, has taken to borrowing books off my shelf to read in her downtime.

A shelf full of Nora Roberts and Judith McNaught, classics, Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. Mom chose the romance novels, so fine.

What got me to thinking weird?

Last night, as I was reading the new acquisition (this incredible historical suspense by Greg Iles on WW2), Dad came over and sat by my bed, with the intro, "So, Mom's been reading your books.." To which, I put the bookmark to mark my place, closed the book, and looked at him patiently (or not so patiently), with the expression, "Ookaay, what's this about that you can't wait to tell me in a later/tomorrow/another day?" He seemed to get the point, because he backed off, saying some blahblah about me going to bed, he sees that I was reading, etc etc.

Which brings me to the suspicion that they're worried about what I read.

Sheesh. I think it's the romance novels that did it. Mom wouldn't have worried (not to mention touched) the LOTR and the Harry Potters, also the Greek mythology and the origami books that I have. She'd have grabbed the romance novels and checked them out.

So I'm thinking it's the sex. It's probably the sex.

I'm sitting here, typing this and I'm rolling my eyes.

Mom, Dad. I'm twenty-three years old. I'm a sane, healthy, intelligent girl. Are you wondering if I'm wondering about sex? Are you worried that I might try it out? Are you thinking that I have? I am way past the Sex Talk. And, given that I have friends who are parents themselves and/or are married, I think I'd know by now what happens when one has sex.

I find it funny, in retrospect. They had a scare over me way back when I started reading 'mature' material at twelve. I'm betting Mom was worried about me reading too much Reincarnation and Paranormal stuff. But it got me to where I am right now, right? Did it make me a New Ager? Did I become Wiccan because I studied witches through library books when I was in elementary?

As I type this, I saw Mom check out the blurb for the book I just finished (the Greg Iles one, called Black Cross. I've never been so engrossed in years). I chuckle at my own paranoia. And then I roll my eyes over the memory of Dad hesitantly trying to break a question at me last night.

Spill it out. What are you worried about? Your daughter getting too curious that she tries it out herself? Give me some credit, wouldja please.

It probably drives me family nuts when I play the same song over and over and over in the player when I'm in a mood. I like to ride it, you see. But in deference to their sanity, I put on the earphones. If only my phone supports mp3s, I'd've plugged one or two songs there that I could play over and over depending on my mood for the day.

:: D said @ 10:23 PM [+] ::
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Playing the song over and over on my WinMedia always makes me feel great. If I could sing one song for the rest of my life, this would be it: Awit ng Paghahangad. Really. The angels ought to be singing it, it's so good.

In the spirit of Lent, I've resolved to visit Fr P every Monday during my off day. We haven't formally set the regular appointment yet (like we did before), but I guess since I've been seeing him on and off for the past it's pretty much a foregone conclusion that I will, you know? I couldn't make it for the last retreat (the slots were full), so I've signed myself up for the next schedule one, in June (to which, I've already told my sup about my leave. Funny, I think I'm the only person in the office who declares her absences months ahead of schedule.)

Dropped by to see Bright, and ask about how the campaign was going. You know, the Presidential campaign. Bright certainly seems rushed and harassed. She said she lost a couple of pounds. Their schedule looks hectic, although given a choice, I'd jump at the chance to be part of the campaign crew. We had breakfast together, I dropped her off at her office. Got me a stack of flyers, pocket calendars and a campaign cap! She got me a cap they only reserve for staff, so I feel quite lucky.

Damn. I hope, really hope, that there are enough registered smart voters come election time. FPJ running is definitely a joke. It's so bad it's not even funny. Everyone I know in his ticket is either (1)an actor, (2)the mistress of an actor, (3)a trapo (traditional politician- the term "trapo" in Filipino literally means "rag", so it's a double meaning), or (4)a person known for being corrupt. I've sworn to myself that no matter what happens, I shall remain optimistic up until the day of the elections. Today is exactly 62 days from election day. I refuse to believe that the poor and destitute of this country will again vote for a halfwit action star with no government experience.

But then again, they did get Estrada to win, so who knows? Are Filipinos masochistic by nature?

I don't know. I just want Roco to win.

:: D said @ 9:22 PM [+] ::
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