My December 14 post mentioned us going to a place somewhere in Quezon City wherein we celebrated the 101st birthday of the eldest sister of my grandfather. We received news this morning that she died in her sleep. We'll be going to the funeral parlor later to pay our last respects.
This led me to the thought of how I would want to die. I know these thoughts may be too premature considering I'm a bit too young to think of dying. But hey, it's a fact of life that we would all eventually have to face.
Some people would want to die early, while others would want to die late in life. It depends on how they perceive the world and their life. I would prefer to die late in life and hopefully, not violently. I want to live my life to the fullest so that when I eventually leave this world, I know I was able to accomplish my role in the scheme of things.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Monday, August 09, 2004
Deceptionally Cold
It's been really cold the past few days. It did not help that the book I've been reading (Dan Brown's Deception Point) is set in Antarctica.
I'm not really much of a "cold" person. That's why I don't think I'll be happy living in the US or other northern equator country. I really abhor the cold. I'd rather be warm and live in the tropics. Think of it this way. It's difficult to get warm when you're cold, whereas it's easy to get cold when you're warm. Just strip! :D
Others would say, "sanayan lang yan!" (you'll get used to it). I don't know though.
Oh yeah, Deception Point is ok. It still has the suspense that Dan Brown is famous for. Although I loved Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci Code more.
Anyway, am sleepy now. Need to be up early again tomorrow. Am hitching a ride with the sisters tomorrow. No doubt they will be waking me up early.
I'm not really much of a "cold" person. That's why I don't think I'll be happy living in the US or other northern equator country. I really abhor the cold. I'd rather be warm and live in the tropics. Think of it this way. It's difficult to get warm when you're cold, whereas it's easy to get cold when you're warm. Just strip! :D
Others would say, "sanayan lang yan!" (you'll get used to it). I don't know though.
Oh yeah, Deception Point is ok. It still has the suspense that Dan Brown is famous for. Although I loved Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci Code more.
Anyway, am sleepy now. Need to be up early again tomorrow. Am hitching a ride with the sisters tomorrow. No doubt they will be waking me up early.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!" - Alexander Pope
The SO discovered this movie a few months back. He's been harping for us to see it, even as far as finding the poem of Alexander Pope containing the said title and sending it to me. I had doubts back then since Jim Carrey in a serious role sounds...serious. But since I trust my SO's taste in movies, I acceded and we watched the film this afternoon.
I left the theater feeling so in love than I have ever been before. Maybe because I saw myself or my SO in Jim Carrey's (Joel) or Kate Winslet's (Clementine) characters. I don't know if it's the introversion of Joel or the extroversion of Clementine. Maybe because I loved the movie's premise wherein if the memories of a person has been erased, the feeling will always remain. Moreover if the love shared is the real kind of love.
It's actually an enjoyable movie. To quote one review I read: "Think of a bad memory, your most painful memory, your most painful memory involving a loved one, your most painful memory involving a lover. To what lengths would you go in order to expunge that memory? If you succeeded in expunging those most painful memories, would it make you happy? The preceding philosophical postulate is the basis for the latest in the all too brief list of films written by Charlie Kaufman, who gave us Being John Malkovich, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind and Adaptation. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind stars Jim Carey and Kate Winslet as Joel Barish and Clementine Kruzynski, a couple who, after a rocky relationship, decide to expunge one another from their respective memories in order to move on with their lives without the "getting over each other" period."
The timeline might be difficult to follow at first, but once you get the hang of it (watch out for Kate Winslet's hair), you can settle down and enjoy the scenery.
The SO discovered this movie a few months back. He's been harping for us to see it, even as far as finding the poem of Alexander Pope containing the said title and sending it to me. I had doubts back then since Jim Carrey in a serious role sounds...serious. But since I trust my SO's taste in movies, I acceded and we watched the film this afternoon.
I left the theater feeling so in love than I have ever been before. Maybe because I saw myself or my SO in Jim Carrey's (Joel) or Kate Winslet's (Clementine) characters. I don't know if it's the introversion of Joel or the extroversion of Clementine. Maybe because I loved the movie's premise wherein if the memories of a person has been erased, the feeling will always remain. Moreover if the love shared is the real kind of love.
It's actually an enjoyable movie. To quote one review I read: "Think of a bad memory, your most painful memory, your most painful memory involving a loved one, your most painful memory involving a lover. To what lengths would you go in order to expunge that memory? If you succeeded in expunging those most painful memories, would it make you happy? The preceding philosophical postulate is the basis for the latest in the all too brief list of films written by Charlie Kaufman, who gave us Being John Malkovich, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind and Adaptation. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind stars Jim Carey and Kate Winslet as Joel Barish and Clementine Kruzynski, a couple who, after a rocky relationship, decide to expunge one another from their respective memories in order to move on with their lives without the "getting over each other" period."
The timeline might be difficult to follow at first, but once you get the hang of it (watch out for Kate Winslet's hair), you can settle down and enjoy the scenery.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Sleep Hungry
I haven't been this sleepy hungry or deprived for quite a long time. I already drank one small cup of nescafe this morning. I'm still sleepy yet I would not want to drink another cup for fear that I might not be able to sleep tonight.
I'm here again at the DLSU RCBC campus. Although not in the library. I found a small nook in one of the hallways here and connected my laptop to the LAN. Really nice although I would prefer the library where the lighting is better and I could leave my stuff without worrying over them. Whereas here, everything's so exposed. At least I can get some shut-eye here (I hope). Unfortunately, somebody beat me to my usual spot at the library. I had to go somewhere to look for another connection. Maybe later, I'll check if the place is available again.
I'm so looking forward to the weekend. I don't have class on Saturday so I can sleep as late as I want. Although I think the SO has classes so I have to wait for him. That's two more days of waiting until this kalbaryo is over. Even my officemates noticed that I've been very quiet for the past three days. Usually, I take some time off to talk to them and ask how they are. But now, I would sit in my chair and decide like crazy until I reach my daily quota.
I'm here again at the DLSU RCBC campus. Although not in the library. I found a small nook in one of the hallways here and connected my laptop to the LAN. Really nice although I would prefer the library where the lighting is better and I could leave my stuff without worrying over them. Whereas here, everything's so exposed. At least I can get some shut-eye here (I hope). Unfortunately, somebody beat me to my usual spot at the library. I had to go somewhere to look for another connection. Maybe later, I'll check if the place is available again.
I'm so looking forward to the weekend. I don't have class on Saturday so I can sleep as late as I want. Although I think the SO has classes so I have to wait for him. That's two more days of waiting until this kalbaryo is over. Even my officemates noticed that I've been very quiet for the past three days. Usually, I take some time off to talk to them and ask how they are. But now, I would sit in my chair and decide like crazy until I reach my daily quota.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Walking in Sunshine
I literally walked in sunshine today and it was not a very good experience.
No, I'm not disavowing the pleasure of my existence. It's just that I had the (mis)fortune of re-experiencing EDSA in the middle of the afternoon.
As part of our case report tomorrow, a couple of my groupmates and I commuted to the SEC office in Mandaluyong to interview some people and collect some reports as well. Since neither of us has ever been to the place, we asked for directions and opted to take the MRT instead of my usual taxi. My officemates suggested that we get down at the Ortigas station and walk to the SEC office instead of getting down at Santolan. Since I was familiar with the area, I followed their suggestion.
We got off the Ortigas station at around quarter to 3. I froze in my tracks when I first glimpsed the length of EDSA that we had to traverse in order to reach our destination. According to my vague memory, the SEC Office was right under the Ortigas flyover. And the flyover looked so far! So there we were, walking along EDSA with the hot afternoon sun beating down our sweat-soaked backs.
Good thing my groupmate was not one of those maarte kinds (heck, if she was maarte, we would not be commuting in the first place!). We valiantly trudged along. Braving the pollution, impolite commuters and the hot sun. We arrived at the SEC Office with 5 minutes to spare. We hurriedly looked for a restroom where we were able to freshen up and face our interviewee not looking like we were dragged out of a DSWD van. (I saw a pink DSWD van drive along EDSA, picking up homeless people and street kids. Wow. Didn't know we had that. Our government is doing something with our money. Hah!).
It's been a long time since I sweated sweat that was not exercise-induced. Sweat excreted while walking along a busy street in mid-afternoon. That kind of sweat. I'm talking about the nitty gritty, soaked-through-your-shirt kind of sweat. I guess I've been spoiled with our office aircon and my daily hatid-sundo c/o my brother and/or SO. When I told my siblings about my EDSA experience, they said that I should experience that from time to time since they experience it everyday.
Nevertheless, I'm not looking for a repeat experience. When in doubt, take a cab (with a companion, of course).
No, I'm not disavowing the pleasure of my existence. It's just that I had the (mis)fortune of re-experiencing EDSA in the middle of the afternoon.
As part of our case report tomorrow, a couple of my groupmates and I commuted to the SEC office in Mandaluyong to interview some people and collect some reports as well. Since neither of us has ever been to the place, we asked for directions and opted to take the MRT instead of my usual taxi. My officemates suggested that we get down at the Ortigas station and walk to the SEC office instead of getting down at Santolan. Since I was familiar with the area, I followed their suggestion.
We got off the Ortigas station at around quarter to 3. I froze in my tracks when I first glimpsed the length of EDSA that we had to traverse in order to reach our destination. According to my vague memory, the SEC Office was right under the Ortigas flyover. And the flyover looked so far! So there we were, walking along EDSA with the hot afternoon sun beating down our sweat-soaked backs.
Good thing my groupmate was not one of those maarte kinds (heck, if she was maarte, we would not be commuting in the first place!). We valiantly trudged along. Braving the pollution, impolite commuters and the hot sun. We arrived at the SEC Office with 5 minutes to spare. We hurriedly looked for a restroom where we were able to freshen up and face our interviewee not looking like we were dragged out of a DSWD van. (I saw a pink DSWD van drive along EDSA, picking up homeless people and street kids. Wow. Didn't know we had that. Our government is doing something with our money. Hah!).
It's been a long time since I sweated sweat that was not exercise-induced. Sweat excreted while walking along a busy street in mid-afternoon. That kind of sweat. I'm talking about the nitty gritty, soaked-through-your-shirt kind of sweat. I guess I've been spoiled with our office aircon and my daily hatid-sundo c/o my brother and/or SO. When I told my siblings about my EDSA experience, they said that I should experience that from time to time since they experience it everyday.
Nevertheless, I'm not looking for a repeat experience. When in doubt, take a cab (with a companion, of course).
Monday, August 02, 2004
Whiling the Afternoon Away
I'm here at the library of DLSU-RCBC. I've been here since 3 pm and I haven't done anything constructive since then. I brought my laptop with me and I connected it to the internet LAN. I'm supposed to stay here until our group meeting tonight and looks like I'll be able to do that. As long as there's internet, I can keep myself amused. Although I'm supposed to do my BUSLAW paper and not chat. Actually, come to think of it, I won't be able to chat since there's an existing firewall which prevents the users from chatting. I'm still happy here in the my little corner in the library. All I need is coffee and water and I'll be fine.
This is going to be a long and bloody week for me. We have a major case in our law subject to be presented on Thursday (my groupmates and I are pressured to get a 4.0). Other than that, there's another case which we're also supposed to submit on the same day wherein the original decision is 26 pages long! That's three times the length of our ordinary cases! I'm so glad that there's no classes on Saturday (although there's a make-up this Friday). Oh, I got a 9/10 for my Eco report last week. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a good grade this term.
Did I mention that my department went bowling a few days back? I think it was last Tuesday. I was not able to join in the fun and was a mere spectator. I had fun cheering everyone and hopefully, I'll be able to get enough practice for the next event -- whenever that may be.
I'm so sleepy. Unfortunately, there's no hidden corner here in the library where I can catch some shut-eye. Hmmmm....
This is going to be a long and bloody week for me. We have a major case in our law subject to be presented on Thursday (my groupmates and I are pressured to get a 4.0). Other than that, there's another case which we're also supposed to submit on the same day wherein the original decision is 26 pages long! That's three times the length of our ordinary cases! I'm so glad that there's no classes on Saturday (although there's a make-up this Friday). Oh, I got a 9/10 for my Eco report last week. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a good grade this term.
Did I mention that my department went bowling a few days back? I think it was last Tuesday. I was not able to join in the fun and was a mere spectator. I had fun cheering everyone and hopefully, I'll be able to get enough practice for the next event -- whenever that may be.
I'm so sleepy. Unfortunately, there's no hidden corner here in the library where I can catch some shut-eye. Hmmmm....
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Imeldifically Imelda
I had second thoughts watching Imelda since I'm not much into documentaries. But since the SO loves watching art films (e.g. Zaoitchi, et al), I went along and wondered whether I should've lobbied for "Ella Enchanted". But since I was curious on whether the film really deserved the "Best Cinematography" Award and also to see why Imelda asked for a TRO, might as well watch it.
I was prepared to be bored. I mean, I've always known Imelda to be imeldific, so what else do I need to know about her? But I found myself being surprisingly entertained.
The film presented Imelda in a different light. I haven't laughed that hard over a film in a long time. Usually, it's just half-laughs or forced smiles. But four hours after leaving the cinema, I still chuckle out loud whenever I remember her quips and the testimonies of Fr. James Reuter and others. You will definitely get more than her shoes.
Based on the film, one could say that Imelda is child-like or even naive. But then it could be all an act. Imelda is obsessed with beauty. Specifically, her beauty. Her philosophy is that God is love, love is beauty, therefore, God is beauty. She even harbors the thought that when she dies, God will embrace her and welcome her to heaven (feel free to think otherwise).
It was also the first time that I learned that Imelda survived an "assassination" attempt wherein a man in a suit came at her with a jungle bolo. I was laughing when she narrated this experience. She still managed to "joke" about it although when she first said it, I really thought she was serious!
After leaving the theater, you would not know whether to love her or hate her. One thing's for sure, Imelda Marcos is definitely one of a kind.
I was prepared to be bored. I mean, I've always known Imelda to be imeldific, so what else do I need to know about her? But I found myself being surprisingly entertained.
The film presented Imelda in a different light. I haven't laughed that hard over a film in a long time. Usually, it's just half-laughs or forced smiles. But four hours after leaving the cinema, I still chuckle out loud whenever I remember her quips and the testimonies of Fr. James Reuter and others. You will definitely get more than her shoes.
Based on the film, one could say that Imelda is child-like or even naive. But then it could be all an act. Imelda is obsessed with beauty. Specifically, her beauty. Her philosophy is that God is love, love is beauty, therefore, God is beauty. She even harbors the thought that when she dies, God will embrace her and welcome her to heaven (feel free to think otherwise).
It was also the first time that I learned that Imelda survived an "assassination" attempt wherein a man in a suit came at her with a jungle bolo. I was laughing when she narrated this experience. She still managed to "joke" about it although when she first said it, I really thought she was serious!
After leaving the theater, you would not know whether to love her or hate her. One thing's for sure, Imelda Marcos is definitely one of a kind.
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