I can't help but face this now... our dog, Chewy, is probably dying. He curls up in a corner now, blind, rattled, weak and deaf and just lifts up his head to drink and to eat a few measly bites of his meal.
I don't want to write yet about what Chewy means to me. I'm just saddened by the fact that at his last moments, I don't even have the courage to hug him and to pet him and care for him. I can only stand there in front of him and whisper soothing but useless words of comfort, trying to alleviate some unknown fears he might be having of what's happening to him.
I don't want to write yet, because I'll never be ready to say goodbye to a faithful friend. Someone who loves me unconditionally, even if it means fighting till the end because that how I would want him to go.
I'll never be ready but if it's time, I don't want him to suffer a moment longer.
I'll say goodbye then.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
The World of Magic and Its Hero
I cannot NOT do a review today, since I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire twice yesterday. Once, in Glorietta with my family during the first screening around lunch time, and the second time with Liza at SM City. So, I can't complain really, I love seeing it twice. I might have to drag another friend to see it again.
I really liked this movie. The problem with being a Potter fan is that I am so in love with the story and the book and the characters in the book that it's hard not to complain about the movie version. The first two ones, (Chris Columbus really sucks as Director of the second movie) are cheesy and like fairy tales version of JK Rowling's bestselling book. I cringed when everybody stood up and clapped their hands to Hagrid near the end of Chamber of Secrets. Eww.
The third one was definitely an improvement. Cuaron gave us the real view of the Magical World without making it look dreamy and romantic eventhough there's a Dark Lord lurking in there. But Cuaron is a bit melodramatic and is very fond of wide-shots and I don't like of me not getting a Daniel Radcliffe close up anywhere in the entire Prisoner of Azkaban movie.
Now, this fourth movie installment, is just right. It mixes up the right ingredients - a VERY good script, all the important scenes are there, wide-shots, and close-ups, with a steady stream of good humor (that is really part and parcel of JK Rowling's Harry Potter books) thrown in. It is just right, and that makes it, by far, the best in this series of movies.
And I like that Harry was in fact the Hero, with all of the conflicts and tribulations that heroes often have in their lives. The sneering, the jeering of the crowd, and the choice between doing what's right (saving Cedric, although the Cup is just a stone's throw away) and what's easy.
I love Harry Potter the book. I love Harry in those books. JK Rowling created a whole new world for dreamers like me. But for the first time in how many years, I can now say that I love the movie. My hat's off to the actors (who are getting better as they get older, although Emma is still a little overacting) Mike Newell and the Production team (especially the scriptwriters!). They did a really good job on this.
*By the way, you all get to see what a Pensieve looks like, and it doesn't look like -this- Pensieve. Tee hee. That Pensieve gives a whole new meaning to 'keeping memories'.
**And I got another surprise yesterday. Liza gave me the Love Actually soundtrack. Yahoo! I can now drown myself listening to Beach Boys' God Only Knows.
I really liked this movie. The problem with being a Potter fan is that I am so in love with the story and the book and the characters in the book that it's hard not to complain about the movie version. The first two ones, (Chris Columbus really sucks as Director of the second movie) are cheesy and like fairy tales version of JK Rowling's bestselling book. I cringed when everybody stood up and clapped their hands to Hagrid near the end of Chamber of Secrets. Eww.
The third one was definitely an improvement. Cuaron gave us the real view of the Magical World without making it look dreamy and romantic eventhough there's a Dark Lord lurking in there. But Cuaron is a bit melodramatic and is very fond of wide-shots and I don't like of me not getting a Daniel Radcliffe close up anywhere in the entire Prisoner of Azkaban movie.
Now, this fourth movie installment, is just right. It mixes up the right ingredients - a VERY good script, all the important scenes are there, wide-shots, and close-ups, with a steady stream of good humor (that is really part and parcel of JK Rowling's Harry Potter books) thrown in. It is just right, and that makes it, by far, the best in this series of movies.
And I like that Harry was in fact the Hero, with all of the conflicts and tribulations that heroes often have in their lives. The sneering, the jeering of the crowd, and the choice between doing what's right (saving Cedric, although the Cup is just a stone's throw away) and what's easy.
I love Harry Potter the book. I love Harry in those books. JK Rowling created a whole new world for dreamers like me. But for the first time in how many years, I can now say that I love the movie. My hat's off to the actors (who are getting better as they get older, although Emma is still a little overacting) Mike Newell and the Production team (especially the scriptwriters!). They did a really good job on this.
*By the way, you all get to see what a Pensieve looks like, and it doesn't look like -this- Pensieve. Tee hee. That Pensieve gives a whole new meaning to 'keeping memories'.
**And I got another surprise yesterday. Liza gave me the Love Actually soundtrack. Yahoo! I can now drown myself listening to Beach Boys' God Only Knows.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Music from the Past
I keep putting off things I have to do for days, like arranging stuff in my room which are haphazardly cluttered on my floor, or arranging the photos in the album, or taking care of my letters to schools I want to do my practicum, but no, I'm constantly online, reading Brian fiction or on my bed, singing and listening to old songs.
I love my sister's wedding cds these days. Listening to "All You Need Is Love" of the Beatles, makes me think of Love Actually. (I'm now pestering my sister to download the songs "Love is All Around" and "God Only Knows" to complete my Love Actually repertoire.) Then, "At Last" and "Beyond the Sea" if that's the title of that song from Finding Nemo.
And last night, I keep singing "Flower Girl" out loud, reminds me of movies where they show kids playing on flower beds.
There are, of course, my host of favorite old love songs. "Somebody Warm Like Me", "Cherish" and the songs I mentioned above. I'm now looking for the lyrics of "God Only Knows" so I can post it below:
God Only Knows
Beach Boys
I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I’ll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I’d be without you
If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
If you should ever leave me
Well life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
*The last scene in Love Actually was Heathrow Airport, showing "Love" all around, with people hugging and kissing each other, while the song keeps repeating "God only knows what I'd be without..." and I love it. Gives me all those warm, fuzzy, happy feeling I seldom get really.
I love my sister's wedding cds these days. Listening to "All You Need Is Love" of the Beatles, makes me think of Love Actually. (I'm now pestering my sister to download the songs "Love is All Around" and "God Only Knows" to complete my Love Actually repertoire.) Then, "At Last" and "Beyond the Sea" if that's the title of that song from Finding Nemo.
And last night, I keep singing "Flower Girl" out loud, reminds me of movies where they show kids playing on flower beds.
There are, of course, my host of favorite old love songs. "Somebody Warm Like Me", "Cherish" and the songs I mentioned above. I'm now looking for the lyrics of "God Only Knows" so I can post it below:
God Only Knows
Beach Boys
I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I’ll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I’d be without you
If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
If you should ever leave me
Well life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
*The last scene in Love Actually was Heathrow Airport, showing "Love" all around, with people hugging and kissing each other, while the song keeps repeating "God only knows what I'd be without..." and I love it. Gives me all those warm, fuzzy, happy feeling I seldom get really.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Life List
Since I was sixteen or seventeen, I've already made dozens of Life List that well, consists of things I dream of doing in my life and achieving and getting and learning. Well, a decade had passed and I'm nowhere near close to checking at least half of it.
As Pare and I asininely talked about on the drive to Tagaytay, our great adventure of Life does not have to begin when we get married to our great loves or have a family or when we're 30. Who made up these rules anyway, so why not begin now when I'm 29 and I know better and can list grandiose dreams and reach-for-the-stars life goals? Well, why not? I'm dreaming of things to do in the future, why do it halfway?
So here's my 100 Things Must-Do List - A Life List.
(I'll post another 100 things on next entry because it's different, yet part of this one. Does that make sense? In my convoluted and warped sense of logic, it does.)
As Pare and I asininely talked about on the drive to Tagaytay, our great adventure of Life does not have to begin when we get married to our great loves or have a family or when we're 30. Who made up these rules anyway, so why not begin now when I'm 29 and I know better and can list grandiose dreams and reach-for-the-stars life goals? Well, why not? I'm dreaming of things to do in the future, why do it halfway?
So here's my 100 Things Must-Do List - A Life List.
(I'll post another 100 things on next entry because it's different, yet part of this one. Does that make sense? In my convoluted and warped sense of logic, it does.)
Work in a foreign country (dream: New York!!)
Volunteer
Learn pole-dancing or erotic dancing
Ride an elephant in Thailand
Ride a camel in Egypt to see the Great Pyramids
Go on an African Safari
Ride a boat through the Amazon
Go on a Zodiac ride to Antarctica and see the penguins
Hot, public French Kiss in any country
Snorkel/ Dive in the Great Barrier Reef
Try to experience multiple orgasm or have Tantric Sex
Own a business, even a small one and be my own boss
Own a car, drive it to freedom
Learn a foreign language (French or Spanish) and use it
Bungee Jumping and/or Skydiving
Trek the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu
Whale watching in Australia/New Zealand
Tubing in New Zealand
Open sea diving in the Red Sea
Learn how to play an instrument (violin or guitar)
Watch the Northern Lights
Drive in the Autobahn
Own a house/ condo
Drive right-hand in London
Ride the London Underground
Attend an Olympic event
Be an extra in a film/movie
Make love in a public place (and not get caught)
Be an audience in a TV show
Plant a tree and nourish it
Learn how to cook or bake
Ride the Trans-Siberian Express
Write a book and try to get it published
Dance / Sing under the Rain
Attend the Mardi Gras (if there will still be any)
Shower under a waterfall
Sleep under the stars
Earn a Master’s Degree
Attend the Carnaval in Rio
Raft through the Grand Canyon
Watch a play in Broadway in New York
Take an English Literature Course
Earn an open sea diving certificate
Wear a 2pc bikini on a beach and be proud of it
Kiss a stranger
Sail the Mekong River, Laos
Ride a hot-air balloon (pref. In Burgundy, France)
Gamble in Vegas
Take a pilgrimage through the Holy Land
Run a Marathon
Go on a trip to the Sahara Desert
Overcome another fear. And then, another.
Ride the helicopter over a great city
Ride a boat through the Underground River
Ride a jeep through the Serengeti
Ride the gondola through the Grand Canal
Sail through the Caribbean
Camp out in the wilderness
Drink beer in Germany’s Oktoberfest
Take a cruise and forget everything else
Attend the Salzburg Festival
Kiss the Blarney Stone
Attend the Maastricht European Fine Art Fair
Watch an Opera in La Scala Opera House
Walk to the inner Ifugao villages in Banaue Terraces
Indulge, and buy, authentic Swiss chocolate
Taste German Sausages in Germany, or Hungarian Sausage in Hungary
Play in Santa’s Village in Lapland, Finland
Check in The Ice Hotel, Sweden
Buy lamp and carpet in Morocco or Egypt
Experience weightlessness
Lounge under an umbrella in a beach in Zanzibar
Bob in The Dead Sea
Listen to classical music in Vienna
Talk casually to someone famous (Hollywood actor, celebrity, sports legend)
Take a tourist trip to Mecca, Saudi Arabia
Eat Chinese food in China
Horseback riding in Mongolia
Treat someone to an erotic massage
Kiss a lover in front of the Taj Mahal
Meet the Pope
Meet a famous author (JK Rowling, Neil Gaiman, Paulo Coelho)
Buy rugs in a bazaar in Istanbul, Turkey
Lie back for a Thai Massage, Thailand
Teach a class, a course
BE a mentor to someone
Take the boat trip to Niagara Falls
Road trip to Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte from Manila
Have my portrait done
Learn self-defense or martial arts
Take a sleigh ride
Swim with a dolphin
Memorize famous quotes and insert it in conversations
Go skinny-dipping
Win a contest/competition
Have a baby
Go rapelling
Have and raise my own family
Fall passionately and madly in love with someone who loves books, travels, art, and food as much as I do
Marry my True Love
Gah. This list is not in any order or form, so I pray that last one will not actually BE the last one.
Sunday, November 6, 2005
It's another To Do List
There are some things on my mind that I've been meaning to do:
1. Make a scrapbook of my 29th year. The year that I promised myself will be different from all the others. I still don't know what I mean, I just wanted it to be different. (Wee! It started with the Singapore, Malaysia trip and going on a road trip with my friends. So I guess it's already different.)
2. Today, I told myself to start reading on my back-log books. Starting with the book that we got from Uncle in Backpackers Hostel in Singapore, Paulo Coelho's The Devil and Ms. Prym. Next, I wanted to read my newly bought book, Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors. I said I won't be tempted to watch Brian in action in QAF or turn on my PC and surf. Alas, I have only read 3 pages so far of Smoke and Mirrors (it was promising to be another wonderful Gaiman experience, even if it's only 3 pages) when Gale Harold (more tempting than a Gaiman masterpiece) beckons me to watch him again, and I turned on my PC after watching.
3. Re-construct my Life List. The list of things I want to do, to have, to experience, to visit, to learn, to read and everything else, in my Life. It needs some finetuning and I need reminding.
4. Make a travel journal. I think online journals are good, blogger is the best, but I like to post some of the tickets, and other stuff you get from travelling. Not that I'll be travelling much more anytime soon (maybe when I'm 35 or something -- with the debt I've acquired recently) but you know, I like a travel journal, just in case. And there's always hope that I can travel next year to some amazing places in the Philippines. Let me check my Life List first.
5. Must make new mantras soon! Very soon! Something along the lines of "Will not settle! Will not settle! and Don't strangle relatives when they keep bugging you about being single at almost 30.
6. Mundane stuff: get 2 public SPED school names, and 2 private SPED school names for my 200 hours practicum.
7. Search the internet and ask around if I can find a job in Singapore, with only 2 semesters of practicum as experience.
Whew. I'd better get back to surfing. Tee hee. And then, read some fanfiction, and then watch some more Brian Kinney, and then get my afternoon nap (my days with afternoon naps are numbered as practicum semester is coming!), and later on tonight, read Smoke and Mirrors. Gaiman is best read at night, anyway, when dreams, fantasies and realities all come together.
So....catch you later.
1. Make a scrapbook of my 29th year. The year that I promised myself will be different from all the others. I still don't know what I mean, I just wanted it to be different. (Wee! It started with the Singapore, Malaysia trip and going on a road trip with my friends. So I guess it's already different.)
2. Today, I told myself to start reading on my back-log books. Starting with the book that we got from Uncle in Backpackers Hostel in Singapore, Paulo Coelho's The Devil and Ms. Prym. Next, I wanted to read my newly bought book, Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors. I said I won't be tempted to watch Brian in action in QAF or turn on my PC and surf. Alas, I have only read 3 pages so far of Smoke and Mirrors (it was promising to be another wonderful Gaiman experience, even if it's only 3 pages) when Gale Harold (more tempting than a Gaiman masterpiece) beckons me to watch him again, and I turned on my PC after watching.
3. Re-construct my Life List. The list of things I want to do, to have, to experience, to visit, to learn, to read and everything else, in my Life. It needs some finetuning and I need reminding.
4. Make a travel journal. I think online journals are good, blogger is the best, but I like to post some of the tickets, and other stuff you get from travelling. Not that I'll be travelling much more anytime soon (maybe when I'm 35 or something -- with the debt I've acquired recently) but you know, I like a travel journal, just in case. And there's always hope that I can travel next year to some amazing places in the Philippines. Let me check my Life List first.
5. Must make new mantras soon! Very soon! Something along the lines of "Will not settle! Will not settle! and Don't strangle relatives when they keep bugging you about being single at almost 30.
6. Mundane stuff: get 2 public SPED school names, and 2 private SPED school names for my 200 hours practicum.
7. Search the internet and ask around if I can find a job in Singapore, with only 2 semesters of practicum as experience.
Whew. I'd better get back to surfing. Tee hee. And then, read some fanfiction, and then watch some more Brian Kinney, and then get my afternoon nap (my days with afternoon naps are numbered as practicum semester is coming!), and later on tonight, read Smoke and Mirrors. Gaiman is best read at night, anyway, when dreams, fantasies and realities all come together.
So....catch you later.
Saturday, November 5, 2005
The Reason Behind Journals
I'm reading an unconventional fanfiction that's like Gryffin and Sabine only the author did not use letters, but journals, or diaries, to be a little more girly. And it just occurred to me that in my 29 years, I had never, ever managed to keep a journal. I tried, like 12 times or so, and then, after 6 or so entries, I'm done. I can't even write decently (my handwriting go from good to worse in 6 entries) on it and I can't construct grammatically correct sentences. Well, what the heck,right, it's my journal and I'm the only one who gets to read it.
Oh well, now I'm wishing I have a beautiful travel journal to keep track of my photographs (which I'm wishing I have been steadily shooting), places I've been to, good restaurants, how much it costs (this is quite important), what to eat, where to go, and how to get to places. And all the other exciting times of my life (which is non-existent, maybe that's why I haven't been able to keep a journal, nothing really to write down).
I saw a travel journal in Powerbooks a long time ago, but it was 800+ pesos so no way. It has leather bindings, has a space at the top for date, lines for what you wanted to say, bottom left, it has a space for the ff:
Restaurants: ____________________
Food: __________________________
Comments: _____________________
_______________________________
And at the bottom right, there's just a big square for a space for photograph. Travel journal made easy. I think I'm going to make my own...Gah, I'll tell you all about it if I'm successful, I can't even manage to attend to and do all my school requirements, now I wanted to make my own travel journal.
If I have a journal, I'll write one of the worst blind dates in history. Last Friday night, it finally happened to me. I was quite lucky in dates, I almost always managed to get past the horrific expectations, and into at least civil, though sometimes boring conversations, to at most, having a great time. But last Friday, I went into this date with someone who my cousin introduced me to. He seems a decent enough guy, when we were exchanging texts messages, although there are already warning bells in my head for some of his remarks and replies, but I, desperate old maid that I am, ignored them, and brushed them aside. Sheesh, I'm never going to ignore my intuitions again. This guy turns out to be an arrogant creep. Keeps asking me to go to Tagaytay with him, using my car!
Thank you but no. (What kind of a jerk asks a girl out, keeps persuading her to go out of town, using her car and she will drive?!? Sometimes, the severity of the stupidity and the amount of gall some guys have can still leave me at a loss for words. Ang kapal talaga. No other words for it.) I've heard of horror blind date stories, and I'm not quite relieved that now I can make a contribution.
Just a tip to all the guys: You do not drink before a date, because for one, we girls can smell the alcohol on you a mile away, number two, you slur when you talk, and number three, it does not gives you additional courage to face your blind date, it only makes you look stupid and inconsiderate. Second tip: You do not ask a girl out to a faraway place, and tell her she has to drive and bring her car.
Grrrr....and this guy has the nerve to act like it's all my fault that the date went straight to hell because I couldn't give in to what he wants.
Glad Liza went on a blind date last night and it was great. The guy was polite, and kind and considerate, and just pushing it a little, trying to get lucky on a first date, all what a guy's supposed to be doing. Those things I can handle. Creeps and jerks who thinks they're doing all the right things when they are horrible, those I can live my life not knowing they existed.
Of course, I can't help but lecture Liza a bit for drinking too much on a first date alone with a blind date. So not the safe thing to do. One lesson in UP that I learned, girls should only get drunk with friends, guy friends and people who you trust. The golden rule my drunk dormmates pounded into our naive college girl brains. And my guy friends said that guys, no matter how nice they appear to be, will always try. It's up to us girls to make the rules. You don't want to end up with your naked picture spread around the internet the next day without knowing what happened, right? Next time, I'll try not to lecture a friend though. Just can't help it when I'm concerned, though.
Talked to my friend, Hedda, early evening last night too. I'm glad she told me her stories, as I've been feeling a little out of touch with my Kodak friends. Her, and Sarah, Stephen, and Yayin, and Joanne. I made a mistake telling her that I get tired just hearing her stories. What I mean to say is that if I were her, I'd probably asked and wrote God some lengthy notes bearing questions about what lessons to be gained from these experiences, because I need to learn them fast so no need to throw them to me one more time. I didn't mean to sound like an inconsiderate friend, who doesn't want to listen, when I really am glad of her telling me all these. Geez, sometimes, my mouth gets so far ahead of me that I can barely recognize what comes out of it sometimes.
Anyway, Liza's date gives me hope. That there are still guys out there who knows what to do. Actually, who can be a decent human being. And Hedda's story gave me caution, and just like her, I think I won't settle for anything less, however much they tell us that we should not be picky at this age.
I think I should make a journal. That's a lot to write about...
Oh well, now I'm wishing I have a beautiful travel journal to keep track of my photographs (which I'm wishing I have been steadily shooting), places I've been to, good restaurants, how much it costs (this is quite important), what to eat, where to go, and how to get to places. And all the other exciting times of my life (which is non-existent, maybe that's why I haven't been able to keep a journal, nothing really to write down).
I saw a travel journal in Powerbooks a long time ago, but it was 800+ pesos so no way. It has leather bindings, has a space at the top for date, lines for what you wanted to say, bottom left, it has a space for the ff:
Restaurants: ____________________
Food: __________________________
Comments: _____________________
_______________________________
And at the bottom right, there's just a big square for a space for photograph. Travel journal made easy. I think I'm going to make my own...Gah, I'll tell you all about it if I'm successful, I can't even manage to attend to and do all my school requirements, now I wanted to make my own travel journal.
If I have a journal, I'll write one of the worst blind dates in history. Last Friday night, it finally happened to me. I was quite lucky in dates, I almost always managed to get past the horrific expectations, and into at least civil, though sometimes boring conversations, to at most, having a great time. But last Friday, I went into this date with someone who my cousin introduced me to. He seems a decent enough guy, when we were exchanging texts messages, although there are already warning bells in my head for some of his remarks and replies, but I, desperate old maid that I am, ignored them, and brushed them aside. Sheesh, I'm never going to ignore my intuitions again. This guy turns out to be an arrogant creep. Keeps asking me to go to Tagaytay with him, using my car!
Thank you but no. (What kind of a jerk asks a girl out, keeps persuading her to go out of town, using her car and she will drive?!? Sometimes, the severity of the stupidity and the amount of gall some guys have can still leave me at a loss for words. Ang kapal talaga. No other words for it.) I've heard of horror blind date stories, and I'm not quite relieved that now I can make a contribution.
Just a tip to all the guys: You do not drink before a date, because for one, we girls can smell the alcohol on you a mile away, number two, you slur when you talk, and number three, it does not gives you additional courage to face your blind date, it only makes you look stupid and inconsiderate. Second tip: You do not ask a girl out to a faraway place, and tell her she has to drive and bring her car.
Grrrr....and this guy has the nerve to act like it's all my fault that the date went straight to hell because I couldn't give in to what he wants.
Glad Liza went on a blind date last night and it was great. The guy was polite, and kind and considerate, and just pushing it a little, trying to get lucky on a first date, all what a guy's supposed to be doing. Those things I can handle. Creeps and jerks who thinks they're doing all the right things when they are horrible, those I can live my life not knowing they existed.
Of course, I can't help but lecture Liza a bit for drinking too much on a first date alone with a blind date. So not the safe thing to do. One lesson in UP that I learned, girls should only get drunk with friends, guy friends and people who you trust. The golden rule my drunk dormmates pounded into our naive college girl brains. And my guy friends said that guys, no matter how nice they appear to be, will always try. It's up to us girls to make the rules. You don't want to end up with your naked picture spread around the internet the next day without knowing what happened, right? Next time, I'll try not to lecture a friend though. Just can't help it when I'm concerned, though.
Talked to my friend, Hedda, early evening last night too. I'm glad she told me her stories, as I've been feeling a little out of touch with my Kodak friends. Her, and Sarah, Stephen, and Yayin, and Joanne. I made a mistake telling her that I get tired just hearing her stories. What I mean to say is that if I were her, I'd probably asked and wrote God some lengthy notes bearing questions about what lessons to be gained from these experiences, because I need to learn them fast so no need to throw them to me one more time. I didn't mean to sound like an inconsiderate friend, who doesn't want to listen, when I really am glad of her telling me all these. Geez, sometimes, my mouth gets so far ahead of me that I can barely recognize what comes out of it sometimes.
Anyway, Liza's date gives me hope. That there are still guys out there who knows what to do. Actually, who can be a decent human being. And Hedda's story gave me caution, and just like her, I think I won't settle for anything less, however much they tell us that we should not be picky at this age.
I think I should make a journal. That's a lot to write about...
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
Road Trip 2
So another road trip with Pare and Liza, this time. I was itching to get in touch with my photography again, as I've been meaning to do for sometime, ever since I met Ayeen and her digital SLR. I don't have a digital SLR, I still have my Nikon SLR from way back and he's been stuck in my drawer since the onslaught of digicams.
I missed taking great pictures, and during the road trip to Tagaytay, I was asking Pare to help me get back in shape. I mostly shoot wide frame, and landscapes before, but I wanted to try close ups with compositions. I sucked.
So I need to practice more. I need to show something extraordinary out of ordinary things. Different angles and point of views of boring old stuff...
Maybe I still can.
I missed taking great pictures, and during the road trip to Tagaytay, I was asking Pare to help me get back in shape. I mostly shoot wide frame, and landscapes before, but I wanted to try close ups with compositions. I sucked.
So I need to practice more. I need to show something extraordinary out of ordinary things. Different angles and point of views of boring old stuff...
Maybe I still can.
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