1. Go to Boracay 2. Finish Theme Hospital 3. Re-read Anne of Green Gables 4. Watch entire series of Heroes, Arrested Development and CSI 5. Go on the Binondo food tour and/or walking tour 6. Renew passport 7. Go to Manaoag 8. Go ukay shopping 9. Find a job
So I'm at an internet cafe right now checking on my usual haunts. There's supposed to be a storm but it's dry as ever here in quezon city (i guess no one received the memo).
Anyway, I'm having my hair cut again in a few minutes. I've gotten used to seeing my neck these past few months so I doubt that I'll be letting it grow ridiculously long ever again (or at least that's what I tell myself now).
I'm supposed to be studying but somehow going through my banking reviewer just makes me feel nauseous. Hopefully after I've gone through some glossies while having my hair chopped off, I'll be in a chirpier mood.
There's a middle-aged lady behind me speaking in Bisaya instructing someone over the phone how to use and access her email. My guess is that she's talking with another middle-aged woman.
Lady: Chat is different from email. Do you know your password?
Good luck na lang po mam. ****
My brother and his family in Hongkong Disneyland. Look at my niece, sleeping in the happiest place on earth! Sacrilege! :p
I know it's still too early to say goodbye, but somehow I just can't help but feel sentimental about leaving my dorm room, my home away from home these past few months.
In a bizaare twist of fate, my current dorm is right beside my very first dorm back in college (and also along the same street is my seccond dorm! I just can't seem to leave B. Gonzales behind huh?) giving me a sense of coming full circle to the very first days of my higher education up to the very last days of my higher-higher education.
Much more than missing the actual four corners of my room (our room pala because I have a roommate), I'm going to miss the lifestyle that I've come to associate with it.
There's the food delivery for only Php35 a meal (what I do is I order two days worth of food at one time, then just heat them up accordingly), a well-equipped kitchen with everything a dormer needs (read:microwave oven and big pantry space for storing munchies in), relative peace and quiet (when the Chinese delegation next door isn't having their usual pow-wow sessions that is. They're always such a happy group that it's difficult to get annoyed at them), my own study area where I can fully digest the intricacies and nuances of the law (kunwari...) and my own space where things don't mysteriously disappear for once in my life.
I like how everything is just walking distance from here. I only ride a trike when I have to go out in the middle of the day or when I'm carrying a lot of things. Otherwise, I walk everywhere. To the bank, the restaurants, to the bookstore, to the grocery. Everywhere.
That's the problem that the dirty south lacks right there. It's as complete as Katipunan but it's not pedestrian friendly. There are just too many cars. And the water pressure here is amazing! That's something that the south will probably never have.
I have this recurring fantasy of living in one of those townhomes proliferating inside the village and then either working in Ortigas or Makati (LRT and MRT baby!) or working at home as a professional blogger (my ultimate dream). My dream scenario does not involve a car though because I'm a pedestrian at heart who greatly enjoys power walking. Of course, those townhomes cost an arm and leg (might as well toss in your liver too) so it remains a rose-colored dream for now and in the near and not so near future.
But yeah, it would be nice to live in this part of the woods.
If you become the victim of some lazy and good-for-nothing government employees, don't just silently curse their smug attitudes or bitch about them with your friends. Rather, empower yourself by writing to their boss (as what Tracy did) and watch with glee while their asses get whooped back into shape.
I would have loved to be a fly on the wall while the CSC employees got shouted at :p
i just watched rattatouile (sp?) and though it has a nice story and was set in paris and everyone had nothing but good things to say about it, i still waited for almost 2 weeks before seeing it and only watched it this evening because G didn't want to watch simpsons (grrr....). seriously, how can you make a movie glorifying rats?!
yeah i know, that's a very shallow way of looking at it since it has such themes as following your dreams, knowing what you are and not limiting yourself to what others perceive you to be, and other equally laudable messages. but still, that's a rat touching your food! it's just so wrong on many levels.
rats carry all sorts of diseases and there they were working an entire gourmet kitchen. sure they washed their hands (even took a bath) before preparing the food, but they're still the bubonic plague personified (errr...ratified?) and that's so not cute.
i would cringe everytime the entire rat family would come on screen, it was purportedly to help out another family member in need (there's another great theme there, family) but all i could think of was: Rats!! Eeeek!!!
when they showed the store window filled with the dead rats i found myself saying: Buti nga sa inyo in a heartbeat.
i'm reminded of that movie with Jerry O'connel and his cockroach infested apartment. they made the roaches dance, sing and cultivate a lifelong friendship with jerry o'connel. the movie tried vainly to show a more appealing side of cockroaches (if they have any) and miserably failed. which is not to say that pixar failed in their latest venture, they've more than established their reputation for fabulousness in the realm of animation which tugs at the heartstrings and this rat movie was no exception.
i'll have to admit though that i did enjoy the movie, and looking at remy (the rat cook) became easier as the movie progressed but the rat colony was a different story. that was really disgusting.