Pick Flick: Paano Kita Iibigin

Paano Kita Iibigin
Piolo Pascual, Regine Velasquez

Got to watch the movie last night with my sister and my cousin. The movie was okay. So-so. I don't really like Regine Velasquez but I like her movies.

The story unfolded quite quickly. I reckon Regine and Piolo's love developed pretty fast. Regine's character, as was described by one of the characters in the movie, is stupid, tanga. She's that woman who never learn from her mistakes.

I, myself, wouldn't buy her "magre-resign nako" stint. Not when she's wearing that sheer-y dress with only a thong panty for an underwear... sans bra! Actually, it was already getting irksome when she does her scenes sans bra. It's hard not to notice her breasts just hanging there when she's wearing flowy, sheer fabrics.

Basta, okay lang. I wouldn't say that it's a waste of money. Like what I said, it's a so-so
movie.

Looking back, it's not good pala.

callejearse

I have been busy these past few days accompanying my cousin to job applications and mall tours. Since she doesn't really know how to go around Manila, I accompanied her to where she wants and needs to go. Alongside the job applications, we managed to squeeze in some mall-hopping. Or is it the other way around? Alongside mall-hopping, we managed to squeeze in some job applications. Hahaha. In two days, we were able to go to Virra Mall, RP, Divi Mall, 168 Mall, Glorietta, Megamall and Galleria. For two days, we were walking from sun-up to sun-down, until the soles and toes of my feet were blackened by the pollution of Metro Manila.

And since we have a guest over, which is my cousin, we did a lot of eating. Everyday, I felt as if I was on the verge of bursting due to excessive food intake. Also, Manang Marimi treated me to lots of fast food yummies. I've never felt so full for a long time until now. Among the restaurants/fast foods that we've eaten in, my favourite was A Veneto. I love A Veneto because of their spaghettis with loads of mozzarella on it. But yesterday I was slightly disappointed when they ordered a garlic-sauce spaghetti. Anyway, my current favourite is.... caramel apple! Accompanying my cousin was fun for me and at the same time, it freed me from my duties and responsibilities for a wee bit. For her, it was time away from the life she has lived for ten years. We're cajoling her to extend her vacation here in Manila so she could send out more applications and maybe try to re-organize her life. She's not liking the way her life is turning out to be and I believe it will never be too late to sort everything out. But first, she has to go some place far from where she lives right now, far from heartache whether caused by romantic affairs or familial conflicts.

Also, I've been feeling a little bit under the weather. I don't know whether it was caused by the erratic weather or too much intake of sweets. It started out with a sore throat then my whole body ached then the colds. I am still not totally well, justifying why I didn't go to work today. Hahaha.

Yesterday, just minutes away from the movie's start, we decided to go to St. Francis Square for some bargain shopping. My cousin bought blouses for her and for her mom. And I bought new DVDs. Now, I can add Witch Yoo Hee, Ma Wang, Heroes and Felicity to my collection. Finally, I can watch Felicity. Long have I been wanting to watch this series. Hopefully, I can find copies of My So-Called Life some time soon.

I have realized that when I watch sad, angst-y series/movies, I start to imbibe its mood. I want to steer clear of movies/series with such themes but then again I might be missing on some of the good stuff. Like what my cousin told me about watching Korean series... As someone who's suffering from a break-up, she's currently into hard core drama series. She said that sometimes, it's not such a good idea to watch these dramas since they give you false hopes because these dramas tend to exaggerate. So I told her that she should learn to separate fiction from reality. Maybe she's vulnerable at this time but it's also important to tell her that these stuff that happen on dramas don't happen in real life. She says it's too good to be true. Then maybe it is.

Something I got from a blog...

Now this is interesting... the rules are as follows!

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favourite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

Cook gave her sweets; the butler taught her to play chess.; Aaron the head coachman, taught her to play whist, and years later he taught her to use a pistol should the occasion ever occur when she needed to protect herself.

That sentence above was lifted from Judith McNaught's Almost Heaven, which is not my book but my sister's. I'm not really a fan of romance novels.

Buhhhh-reak

I've taken a break from my a-Chuzzle-a-day and scrap-kit-downloading habit for the day. Today, I decided to... blog-hop.

Blog hopping was my original net-related time-waster. Being a chismosa that I am, I love reading about other people's lives. Who cares if I don't even know them. Basta I enjoy reading their entries and I get to experience things vicariously, why not?

I'm still thinking whether or not I'll go to the plaza right now to tend to the business. My back and legs ache whenever I stay there. I sit on that non-ergonomic chair for hours, with the air conditioning directed to my legs. Plus, I want to do my VISION BOARD today. What's a vision board? It's like a bulletin board where you put pictures and notes of your dreams and things you want to achieve. It's something I got from The Secret. I haven't finished reading the book yet but I've made progress. Maybe tonight, if the lazy bug wouldn't bite me, I would.

I'm really excited to watch Christina Aguilera's concert on July 6th! I still don't have a ticket but I know I'll be able to get one... How? I just don't have an idea. I am currently strapped for cash but somehow I know I'll get my hands on those most-coveted tickets. I can feel it coming... But if during the last minute I still don't have THE ticket, maybe I'll buy one instead. I'm still waiting for the powers of the universe to mail a front-row ticket in front of my doorstep. Or the mailbox. Or better yet, thru LBC.

Change of Career?

As I was having breakfast with the parental units, the topic of studying computer whatever came into the picture. I knew it was coming when mommy mentioned her friend's daughters, who are now in Spain as computer programmers or something to that effect, in passing, on our way to visit Auntie Doris last Sunday. Actually, it wasn't "in passing," we just refused to talk about the topic further. Kumbaga, walang pumatol sa hirit niya.

Mommy is planning to put up an internet cafe for me. It wasn't my idea. It was hers, all hers. But we're thinking why not make it a 4-door or n-door apartment instead. That way it would be easier to manage and there will be no need for overhead or operating expenses. You don't have to pay for the person who would man the shop. You don't have to pay for electricity, water, etc. But knowing my mother, she wants anything complicated; Ergo...

In relation with this project of hers, she wants me to manage the internet cafe, too, alongside the nail spa. As a result, she wants me to take up something that will educate me about computers such as troubleshooting, etc. But I told her that what she wants me to do isn't easy and there goes again her comments such as "Madali lang yun, ikaw pa?" Ahhh... ehh... Parang hindi yata. I just find it somewhat annoying that she says that matter-of-factly, without batting an eyelash, as if she knew for herself. She wants me to learn programming, too. As if it's an easy thing to do.

Before, they wanted me to become a lawyer. Then when it was clear that my career path (or the nonexistence thereof) wasn't going anywhere near it, they tried suggesting taking up a second course, which is nursing. And now, this!

I know my parents only want what's best for us but do we really have to do this? Do we really have to sell ourselves short just to be able to work abroad? There's nothing wrong with being a nurse or what-have-yous, but if it isn't what I dream to do, why settle for it just because it pays the bills?

Playing Tourist Guide

Played hooky from work yesterday. Actually, it wasn't really hooky-hooky since I asked permission from my father if I could accompany my cousin, Manang Marimi, to Baclaran Church. I played tourist guide/entertainer for her during the day but I wasn't a good guide since I, myself, didn't know how to get from one point to the other. We survived by asking a gazillion people for directions.

I met with Manang Marimi at the Taft Central Exchange Mall in Gil Puyat. It was my first time to enter the mall yesterday. It was Tutuban-ish, but I didn't really like the vibe inside. After a trip to the bathroom, which is surprisingly clean, and after purchasing a fuchsia pink case for my phone, we got in the LRT heading for Baclaran station.

It was my first time to get off at Baclaran station. We just followed all the arrows saying "Safest Way to Baclaran Redemptorist Church." So, there is an un-safe way? Hmmm... Actually, the "safest" way didn't seem safe to me. What more the "un-safe" way? That, I wouldn't want to find out.

I know I've been to Baclaran already since my mommy did her marketing days there when she still had a boutique. Maybe I was too young at that time to remember what Baclaran was like. Now, Baclaran is very similar to Divisora but seems like a much scarier place. It's dirrrty, just like Divisoria but dirrrtierrr. As in. And people there are much scarier.

But Baclaran church was a haven in the middle of chaos. It was a big, nice church. I tried kneeling down to pray but after a few seconds, opted to sit down instead because it was painful. The pews weren't padded and made of hard wood. My cousin said that I do it as a sacrifice to God but I know God would understand.

After Baclaran, we headed to Robinsons Place Ermita. Ahhh, RP. I have fond memories of RP. We used to spend R&R moments there back in college. We used to have sightings of our mascot there. We spent the remaining hours there just talking about anything, waiting for Ate Che. Ate Che treated us to Piadina. Then we brought Manang Marimi home.

I am wishing luck to Manang Marimi who is on her way to Saipan right now to take the NCLEX test for nurses.

What to do? What to do?

Hilong Talilong.

Ganyan ang state of mind ko ngayon.