Flying first class.

What is it with behinds today? I saw someone's butt crack for the nth time. It happens often, actually. This person must wear a belt. I also saw the underwear of one of the women in the jeep. It was a purple thong. Wahaha couldn't help smiling in the jeep.

Plus, a person was smoking while exiting the gas station. What the eff is wrong with you?

It's always nice to start the year with with a nice film, or a nice read, or any nice something. Yesterday, I've contemplated which movie  I shall watch, because starting a year with a good film is just awesome and because this choice might decide whether this year will have streak of good films to watch. Last year, the first movie I watched was Kandahar (2001)--a nice movie set in Afghanistan. This has proven to be a good choice. I've watched really good films last year, like Departures (2007), Doubt (2008), Last Supper No. 3 (2009), Whisper of the Heart (1995) et al. Also, I started my 2009 reading list with International Economics by Appleyard. Needless to say, I haven't read much good books last year.

Knowing the consequences of this choice, I've asked a  for suggestions. Oprah suggested Precious which is biased. We all know who produced that movie, Oprah. My best friend was watching Coraline, but I wouldn't want to be labeled as gaya-gaya. My sister suggested Dead na si Lolo, which she bought a DVD copy of. She told me I should start being happy and surround myself with happy stuff. I find it funny that she used the word stuff. The most amusing suggestion, however, was leslie79's HSM 3. Fine, she originally suggested Trainspotting, but her idea of a happy movie is HSM. I'll watch all of the suggested films except for HSM 3 because, well, that is movie (not a film) I grew out of. So after a day of thinking, I've decided to watch My Sister's Keeper. I just cannot resist the idea of suing your parents.


To me the film is a definition of drama. There weren't too much pathetic use of sound effects to make you feel imploding emotions as if they were real. And the actors in this film can act. Abegail Breslin was great. In fairness, she can do drama. Even the ones who played supporting roles were phenomenal. This film's so underrated. The plot's also really nice. Although, there are a bunch of cliches it worked. Because, well, cliches work well if you use them properly.  Moreover, my shallow knowledge of law cases, care of law and econ, proved to be helpful in appreciating the film. I recommend My Sister's Keeper; it's a tear jerker. I consumed a pack of tissue throughout the film. The film was able to communicate to me in various levels, and that's why it deserves a blog entry.

I might read Jodi Picoult's novel, which the screenplay was based from. You too should watch it and/or read it, if you haven't. This is a film worth the two hours you spent watching it, and  few more hours contemplating over it.

Post script. However, if you're a fan of melodrama don't watch this film. You can go watch Katorse instead.

• I'm doing my Econ 198 paper. Well more of cramming it, actually. I cannot sleep peacefully tonight until I finish reading a chapter of my required readings.
• I'm completely bothered by the fact that I cannot use my Staedtler pens on my Moleskine planner because it will smudge on the page and I will die if that happens because I have an obsessive compulsive disorder.
• I am thinking about how I'll survive next weekend. Kill me now.
• I was about to get a Formspring but then I realized, nobody would even care to ask me questions! Hahahaha! I don't even know if my Tumblr exists (well of course I am being hyperbolic)
• I'm completely in doubt if Ne-Yo will really have a concert on the 9th because why the hell is it not publicized? They better clear it up because I'm planning to watch the goddamn concert! Haha!
• I want to revive my LiveJournal account! Hooray!
• I am at Tumblr taking a break from all the other things that I'm thinking of.

Just to ease the heartburn 198 is causing me, tomorrow I'd be sitting my ass on Brewing Point, hoping it would not be a failed attempt to write this paper (which is btw due on Wednesday).

Anyway, CIJS my LJ New Year's resolution is to create more non-private, non-exclusive entries (aka my locked entries/feelings) as much as possible.

Give me good vibes, people. Come on!

I don't want to remember some stuff anymore haha. The only thing worth knowing this year for me: Making the most of what you have and where you are in. :)

Happy new year, mortals! Let us make 2010 full of smiles.

( My year in a meme. )

I will become more responsible and less emo.

Hello, 2010. Be nice. :)

I like her. I've been liking her for more than two years now.

I really really really like her. I don't know why. It's like I woke up one day and just realized how beautiful and smart she is, and wondered why the fuck is she even single. People say she's a little anal-- and she is, but there's so much more to her. Man, she actually thinks! And not a lot of people think nowadays. Moreover, I find it funny that a few people have been in and out of my life, making me partially demented but at the end of the day she's still the one I want.  It's like I want to find bits of her in them and fail. Wow, ang kapal ko naman at taas na ng standards ko.
One day, I'll finally be good enough for her.

I feel so stupid at times.

2009 is an overly dramatic year. And it's just not me, almost everyone I know seems to claim that this year's a struggle. 2009 sucked the positivism out of me.
The future's  not so bright anymore. Sometimes I'd like to think that the future's going to be fine. And that the best college education this country has to fucking offer is a safety net, and that I'll not be regarded as someone inadequate, moreover moronic. I know that I'm not a genius boy with wash board abs and to kill for jawline, but sometimes somehow I just feel so fucking stupid and fugly.

Maya Pl. Langot's Mental Telepathy is the bomb.
I encountered this poem through a novel I was reading.

Mental Telepathy

You speak within me,
I answer in silence
And the night devours my
Sleep in your silence.

I don't perfectly understand what the poem means in its deepest sense. I like it. It's cool. Just like GT Los Banos' character, I wonder if two people could really communicate without speaking.

I want someone new to talk to.

I'm so looking forward to 2010. 2009 was screwed up.

I have a love/hate relationship with spending money.

24th
I am not very religious. Being consistent with that, I am not particularly fond of celebrating Christmas. I find it overrated, and my family knows that. ( Noche Buena )

25th
I woke up around 11 am on Christmas day to the sound of my whole family singing howling over the most stocked karaoke songs  on earth. By noon some of my maternal relatives dropped by our house for the yearly reunion, which my second eldest sister and I always conveniently find an excuse not to attend. But for this particular reunion, since they decided to hold it in our house, we find ourselves chatting with our cousins over pasta, kakanin, vodka, chocolate, and anything that can possibly be barbecued--chicken, pork, fish, gizzards et al.

For the rest of the afternoon, I found myself going out of my room taking hourly food binges before I resume reading. This is my form of retaliation from the painful song Nobody  which has been sang and danced with for almost 50 (yes, with the zero) times the whole day. That song pains me up until this very moment.

When everyone left, I thought I'd finally have my quiet time. Christmas is for mediation people! Hello?! But no, it was the helpers' turn to massacre the karaoke with all greatest hits of the 90s. You all want to enjoy yourselves, fine by me. I'd not be Scrooge this year. So I just turned TV on,  put it in full volume, and pretend I was watching. After an hour or so, I gave up. I went to my room, shut out all the noise, and thought about the year that was.

I fell asleep.

26th

While eating breakfast, I heard my favorite holiday soundbite from my mother and sister.

Mother: My head hurts. May hangover ata ako.
Sister: Ayan kasi inom ng inom.

I thought, what the fuck?

I barely remember what I did on the 26th. Oh, it's because I didn't do anything. The family went out. I preferred to stay in the house, so did my father. Sometimes I think I'm more like him. It scares me though, I don't like him that much.

PS. I hope you had a meaningful Christmas, Christians.