The Holiday
Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and surprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Movie 4
The Messengers
There is evidence to suggest that children are highly susceptible to paranormal phenomena. They see what adults cannot. They believe what adults deny. And they are trying to warn us.
There is evidence to suggest that children are highly susceptible to paranormal phenomena. They see what adults cannot. They believe what adults deny. And they are trying to warn us.
Gentleman or Player?
Someone who...
... intently listens to you while you are talking a.k.a. stares at you?
... opens the doors for you?
... pulls a seat for for you?
... asks you if you are cold and offers you his jacket?
... guides you while you cross the street by putting his hand on your waist area?
... holds your hand while you are leisurely walking?
... gives you compliments on how you look et al?
... kisses you before you part ways?
... intently listens to you while you are talking a.k.a. stares at you?
... opens the doors for you?
... pulls a seat for for you?
... asks you if you are cold and offers you his jacket?
... guides you while you cross the street by putting his hand on your waist area?
... holds your hand while you are leisurely walking?
... gives you compliments on how you look et al?
... kisses you before you part ways?
Thursday, February 08, 2007
On Deaths
Death is a part of life. Death is our constant companion…our ally. One should accept the existence of death because at the end of the road, nobody can escape loss of life. Thus, there should be a constant awareness that one’s time is only borrowed.
With this knowledge, one should make the best use of their time and live life to the fullest. One could only live life to the fullest when one has accepted the reality of death. When one shy away from death, one deprives one’s self the passion to enjoy life and love with clarity.
Love anything that lives then eventually it dies. Trust anyone and there is a chance of pain and hurt. Depend on someone and that person may let you down. A full life is full of ache. Then again, the only alternative is not to live fully or not to live at all.
Therefore, one must accept death as one’s companion. Take risks. Live life to the fullest before it runs out.
With this knowledge, one should make the best use of their time and live life to the fullest. One could only live life to the fullest when one has accepted the reality of death. When one shy away from death, one deprives one’s self the passion to enjoy life and love with clarity.
Love anything that lives then eventually it dies. Trust anyone and there is a chance of pain and hurt. Depend on someone and that person may let you down. A full life is full of ache. Then again, the only alternative is not to live fully or not to live at all.
Therefore, one must accept death as one’s companion. Take risks. Live life to the fullest before it runs out.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Sneaky
I dressed for bed with the whole matching pj’s get up. When I was relatively positive that my folks were asleep, I changed my attire – black pants, stripped shirt and jacket since it has been chilly lately. My sister, who I share a room, was still awake. I told her… quiet please as I arranged my pillows that pretended to be me beneath the comforter. Good thing we were kaconchaba this time. Then I slowly tiptoed my way downstairs, unlocked the door and closed the gate as gently as possible.
We did not have any concise destination where to hangout. Being me, anywhere and anything would be acceptable. First choice was Jack’$ L0ft in Wilson. However, I was not certain if the restaurant was still open at 1 in the morning. He suggested Ea@tw00d. On our way, we passed by El Puebl0 and wondered if S!de Bar was still open so that we would not have to go farther from my house. It was, however the venue was too deafening for conversations.
In the end, we found ourselves in J@ck’s L0ft 3astwood yet again. Too bad our ideal seats were already occupied. We eyed an alternate spot but it was already reserved! Damn! Anyway, we just exchanged stories over Super Dry and some fries in one corner. In the middle of our conversation, the group who was in our ideal seats left. We told the waitress that we are going to transfer there after we ordered. But guess what she said? The area closes at 2AM. Um, hello, if it was already closed, then how come we are still here and you haven’t asked for our last orders yet? Oh well. Next time we would get a reservation! We decided to leave when the music died, the lights turned on and the crew started to clean up. Yes, we got the hint, alright. He almost slipped as they begun to mop the floor. Good thing he did not lose his balance or else… hello more battle scars!
Hand in hand, we made our way to $elene. What can I say; he is really someone who thinks he is famous. Every time, with no fail, someone goes up to him and engage in a small chat. I doubt if I’d recognize any of them if ever we cross each other’s paths because I honestly cannot remember any of his friends he has introduced me. My bad.
In view of the fact that our discussion was interrupted, we took a road trip to his usual hangout place. Surprisingly there were a handful of his friends there. This time around I think I’ll remember them after all their boyish side comments and car talk. Oh, and who could forget about the trade car that was almost backed up on. How about the never ending gags of this chinicks of his friend?
At around 5 we decided to leave. It was getting “late” and I think he couldn’t take the scene anymore. Before he dropped me off, we passed by our common friend’s office and had a little chitchat.
So there, typical goodbyes but this time I did not have to do my usual doorbell. I opened the gate gently…crept in the house in darkness… climbed up the stairs… changed back to my pj’s… jumped in my bed… and pretended nothing happened.
We did not have any concise destination where to hangout. Being me, anywhere and anything would be acceptable. First choice was Jack’$ L0ft in Wilson. However, I was not certain if the restaurant was still open at 1 in the morning. He suggested Ea@tw00d. On our way, we passed by El Puebl0 and wondered if S!de Bar was still open so that we would not have to go farther from my house. It was, however the venue was too deafening for conversations.
In the end, we found ourselves in J@ck’s L0ft 3astwood yet again. Too bad our ideal seats were already occupied. We eyed an alternate spot but it was already reserved! Damn! Anyway, we just exchanged stories over Super Dry and some fries in one corner. In the middle of our conversation, the group who was in our ideal seats left. We told the waitress that we are going to transfer there after we ordered. But guess what she said? The area closes at 2AM. Um, hello, if it was already closed, then how come we are still here and you haven’t asked for our last orders yet? Oh well. Next time we would get a reservation! We decided to leave when the music died, the lights turned on and the crew started to clean up. Yes, we got the hint, alright. He almost slipped as they begun to mop the floor. Good thing he did not lose his balance or else… hello more battle scars!
Hand in hand, we made our way to $elene. What can I say; he is really someone who thinks he is famous. Every time, with no fail, someone goes up to him and engage in a small chat. I doubt if I’d recognize any of them if ever we cross each other’s paths because I honestly cannot remember any of his friends he has introduced me. My bad.
In view of the fact that our discussion was interrupted, we took a road trip to his usual hangout place. Surprisingly there were a handful of his friends there. This time around I think I’ll remember them after all their boyish side comments and car talk. Oh, and who could forget about the trade car that was almost backed up on. How about the never ending gags of this chinicks of his friend?
At around 5 we decided to leave. It was getting “late” and I think he couldn’t take the scene anymore. Before he dropped me off, we passed by our common friend’s office and had a little chitchat.
So there, typical goodbyes but this time I did not have to do my usual doorbell. I opened the gate gently…crept in the house in darkness… climbed up the stairs… changed back to my pj’s… jumped in my bed… and pretended nothing happened.
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