Monday, November 24, 2008

So This is How They Travel

Saturday morning I woke up early to catch this bus. Digiprint has so lovingly loaned us the bus used by their basketball players so we can go to Subic in style. I know it's supposed to be special, but I had no idea.



It had three lines of single seats only, so you don't have to worry about your seatmate drooling all over you. It had ample leg room (it was built for tall people) so no cramping.


At the back there was a couch and two tables, where we ate our takeout breakfasts and played card games. I didn't play because I'm stupid in card games.


The couch was very comfortable. Someone slept very soundly.


It was a like a living room, only better because we're going some place with friends. To take pictures.


This is Lomomanila before the trolls. Group picture by Eazy.


Thank you Digiprint/LBC, and Pammy for the Zoobic Adventure.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Don't Touch my Stuff

I have this weird thing about touching. While I'm all for hugging my friends and family, I can't stand being touched by a stranger (except if he's good looking). Whenever someone holds on to me at the MRT I shoot that person a take-your-hands-off-me-or-die look. My hackles stand up and I count to ten before I push the person away. I don't care if you skid down to the last car of the train, just don't use me as your anchor. They put stuff for that, use it.

Same thing with my personal stuff. When I was still living with them, my siblings get yelled at whenever they use my things without permission. I won't touch other people's things without their knowledge, so it should go both ways. Privacy should be respected. (And people who hack emails deserve to live with the rats in the sewer.)

Last night I came home to my room almost clutter-free. I wondered where Igor stuffed my kalat when I saw my trash bin. I almost fainted at the sight of my camera boxes lined up for throwing. I opened my wardrobe and she rearranged everything, with my kikay things on one side and my clothes on another. It's as if she was so disgusted with how I live that she did a favor to humanity by cleaning my room to prevent new life forms from emerging.

I didn't get angry, I know she meant well. After all, I think she wants to be an interior designer someday as I come home everyday to a different living room arrangement. She even knows how to do that knot thing for the curtains that make it look like we're domesticated. I just told her to put my things back to where they were before, so I know where I can find my broken watch from 1999.

Come Aboard!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Domination

Last night I sort of hung out with boys in their boys' house full of boy things. Even the dog was a boy dog.

Come to think of it, I've never really been to a house where the occupants were all male. It's surprisingly...clean. Sorry, I watch too much movies to conclude that all boys are slobs. This house also looks like a Marvel museum. The Justice League and their villains stare at me from all corners, and Doc Oc hangs perilously from a computer table. I wanted to play with them, maybe stage a full assault on the heroes, but I was afraid that if I touched them an arm would fall off and they would all beat me with their drumsticks.

Yes, I was in the midst of rockstars. I'm not even using it as a metaphor. They are literally rockstars, with albums and music videos and an adoring public. I stick out like a frog in a dollhouse. I wonder what would happen if I replaced all hero figures with a Barbie doll, and all villains with a troll. That's probably the time they would all beat me with drumsticks and guitars.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Thank You, Havaianas

The winner of the Havaianas contest (I'll find the link later) was taken back to the beach of his story, and that was Anawangin. Thank you, Havaianas, for letting us in on the fun.


Camara Island

Anawangin Beach

Coke Bolipata's Mini Theater

Havaianas on the beach

Hold my Attention

I have this ongoing "drama" that I let myself wallow in, probably because I haven't yet met my life drama quota for 2008. I always say that I have this inborn talent of being numb on command, that if it gets too touchy-feely for me I just turn my back and look for other things to wallow in.

Now I'm completely off the drugs and I just cut the drama short. It's never productive to indulge in what ifs and what could have beens, because no one can do anything about the past. If there exists someone or something that could hold my attention 100% for more than six months then I'll make sure it gets canonized or at least get a star at the Eastwood grounds.

This is the main thing that's making me lean towards singlehood forever. What if in the heat of the moment I decide to get married, then realize that I will be waking up with the same person for the rest of my life? It freaks me out, that concept of forever. Not that I'm discouraging you guys to get married or committing, but I don't know if it's for me. I didn't even last two weeks in that Project 365 thing, and I can't get a dog because I'm afraid I'll come home one day to it's cold, dead body.

NOTE: If you're Dennis Trillo, Milo Ventimiglia, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, or The Starbucks Guy, the above is so not true. I would totally commit.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

An Ode to Friendster

In 2003 I signed up on Friendster, one of the pioneering and most popular social networking sites then. It was (I think) the first to come up with the concept of connecting people by degrees. Yeah, there was the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, but then the creators of Friendster took it up a notch and applied it to the common people.

It was the in thing back then, even celebrities and the who’s who signed up. People post pictures and add friends like crazy, and one can write “testimonials” about their friends. Testimonials are personal accounts about that person, how he/she’s so funny and smart and pretty and the works. However, people had this concept that if you don’t have testimonials, you’re a loser. So they beg for one, which in my book warrants them a bullet in the head.

Testimonials aside, it was cool to see how many degrees apart I am from say, Vinci Montaner (shut up). It was a graphical representation of how small the world really is, that the people you know now also know the people from another part of your life. Gradually, I found old friends and classmates and even teachers through Friendster.

It was a great tool for staying connected with them and being updated with their lives. Who got engaged, married, had kids, traveled to New York, or met a celebrity – it’s all there in the pictures. Eventually they added more features like bulletin boards, blogs and other applications. And eventually, I got sick of it.

First, there was the layout. It looked like that since I signed up 5 years ago. Sure, they moved things around and improved views and stuff, but in general IT’S THE SAME BORING LAYOUT SINCE IT WAS BORN. It sucked then and it still sucks now. Familiarity breeds contempt. Do the math.

Then there’s that universal law that the more people surround you, the more crap you get. It’s true. To be fair, I don’t get crap from most of the people from my friends list, but crap is crap and seriously, how many surveys can you really answer in this lifetime? And also, the bulletin board is for announcements, important stuff. Surveys and rants and raves, you put them in blogs. Like this one. You don’t force feed people with “what was the last thing you ate” and your choice between “beach or mountain” because nobody really freaking cares.

After all that’s been said, I still can’t bring myself to delete my account. It’s my umbilical cord to my sort of past, and I want to know if they give birth to mutants or marry one so I can gloat about being single. Meanwhile you can find me over at Facebook.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Not Only Zebras Have Stripes

Because I do have a lot on my legs. But I'm so pooped right now so I'm heading straight home, but maybe tomorrow I'll tell you all about the trip.

It was good to get out of the city over the weekend (and you can't crack some half-assed joke about me always being out of the city because that's not true I was here the weekend before). We saw some of the finest abs of Manila camping out at the same resort as ours. One of them was so fine I could've given him my "forever".

Ok, I stole that line from Monina.

We ate, ate, ate, visited an old house, ate, ate, ate, drank, danced, slept, ate, hiked, swam, ate, ate, ate, swam, ate, drank, slept, went home. Yep, that pretty much sums it all up. If I see the sun tomorrow then I'll upload pictures on Flickr.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Anyone Up There?

Yesterday this girl problem took up so much of my energy that I had to take the morning off. (Digression: want to scare a man? Just tell him it's a girl thing and he's off running.) As I was getting ready for work, I watched Dave Letterman currently on his Top 10, "Stupid Things Americans Say to the British". I love Letterman, I used to watch him every night on that channel on free TV. Some days the show is boring, but most of it I like.

Turned out his next guest was Paris Hilton. It was a little disorienting to hear her speak since I mostly see her on Dlisted and PerezHilton and GFY being made fun of. She was promoting her new movie and her reality show BFF. She must be either really stupid or incredibly naive, because Dave never stopped making fun of her and she just sits there looking blank. She couldn't even banter, so I'm standing up for my belief that wit takes intelligence, and that you can never buy brain cells.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Halloween Hangover

It's been 4 days since Halloween and the pictures are online. Sometimes I think we're looking at the wrong concept for Halloween parties. Yeah, ghouls and vampires are scary, but how many of us have actually seen one? Who knows if vampires actually wear a cape? Or that witches really do ride brooms?

Scary movies hardly ever scare me. Ok, they startle me but I don't lose sleep over it, especially those with creatures that bite/eat/nibble on people. The movie Mirrors (starring Kiefer Sutherland) almost did it if not for the screaming banshee that appeared towards the end. For me to be scared, I have to be able to relate it to what I have seen, heard and felt. That's why I find the movies Sixth Sense and The Others still scary even on repeat, it's a total mindfuck. Our imagination is what really scares us.

So what would be considered horrifying? Make-believe videos of our loved ones dying, maybe. Or announcing your vital stats, weight and BMI in a microphone during a party. Probably owning up to every lie you've ever made in your lifetime. Admitting your attraction to someone can be horrifying, especially if you went around telling people that you'd die first before you found the person attractive.

It sure beats the best costume in the room, but it doesn't make much of a party atmosphere.

Lomomanila scares:


and eats:

Monday, November 03, 2008

It's Only Funny If It's Happening to Someone Else

I shouldn't have mocked people with the silly problems with such glee, because the universe likes to play dirty tricks on mocking people. I now give you the authority to laugh at me, but I'm not getting ice cream and trooping to my friends' houses to eat my way out of this. My friends are not home and I don't really like ice cream that much. Instead, I will finally use the gym clothes I stocked here, although I think they date back to 2006.

I'm creating a playlist for the treadmill and I don't know what to put in it, probably no Rachael Yamagata and Rilo Kiley or Moonpools because that would just make me want to curl up inside my bedroom and play 7 Wonders. It's a very tempting option but I always oversleep. There are more important things to do in life than just sleep. Like read my bookpile, cleanup my files, organize my charger drawer, and contemplate joining Cinemalomo this year.


PS: I want to tell you all about Lomomanila's Halloween party but I'm too lazy to find other synonyms for "fun", "rocking", "awesome costumes" and whatnot. Joker and Batman met though. I went as a witch (with a capital B) with spiders on my head as a tribute to Dennis Trillo's new series, which I will not watch at all. Yeah yeah, I'm a bad girlfriend but seriously I think the cringe factor is high on this one. Why can't he just act on proper movies and telenovelas since he can very well do so?