Bloodstains

They say blood is thicker than water, but then I realize, there are times when you’d prefer water over blood when your so-called “family” inflicts deep wounds into your skin.

And even if these wounds heal, traces of the trauma are still there….bloodstains and all.

ICU

This blog is fighting to survive. And it badly needs rehabilitation.

But it will come to life soon.

Really really soon.

Lost and Found

The internet never cease to amaze me. Ok, if you find it too cliche-ic, sue me. At least I found something to blog about before this li’l ‘ol turf gets buried to the eternal ho-hum world.

Aside from providing the information you need with just a few mouse clicks here and there, you get to find your long lost old chums in elementary and high school years, or you find yourself being hunted by some ghosts from your past. And I mean these “ghosts” whom the last time you remembered seeing them was when you wanted to hit them with a hefty thwack on their face. Ok, it’s a bit of an exaggeration but the thing is, you never thought that an ex-flame would find you again, of all places – thru Facebook. If I am to give credit to Facebook, it’s how it re-connects people who wanted to get re-connected; likewise, I discredit it for enabling people to track you down by a few kilobytes’ run or so. 

Anyway, after finding a number of people from my adolescent years and realizing that ex-flames sometimes do rise up from the dead, I’ve discovered a handful of recurring behavior that I find quite odd :

 

• I’d mentally measure the poundage they’ve gained through the years by simply scanning their photos. If my estimate is more than my extra weight, well hell ya, I am relieved. At least, there’s more of them who are plus-sized than me. 
• I’d take note if they have changed their surnames or not. Well, why not? It’s an assurance that I am not the only single woman standing in this world! Like, welcome to the club dearie!
• Sometimes, I would silently comment how much older they looked than their age. So I admit, I can be shrewd at times. So sue me again.
• Oh and I’d scan “the-ex’s”  profile for pictures of the wife. I get curious to see the one whom they ended up with. Then I see only imperfections – too fat, too dark, too old….hah! I’m prettier as always…hahahaha! Bitterness. tsk.

Tsk.tsk.tsk.  Me-is-bad. Me-is-rude. Me-is-bitter. 

Hey, I’m sure you’ve acted this way before. C’mon.

The Month that WAS

December as always, is the busiest month of the year. And having an eleven-day off from work helped me manage a whole caboodle of affairs in my hands and somehow kept my stress levels to a manageable (if not minimum) stage.

My holidays this year seemed to be the most special thus far. First, my cousin and her family flew in from Canada after 14 years to celebrate their silver wedding anniversary here. And I, until now, is in awe how all five of them were able to fit like sardines in my tiny room, not to mention all of their suitcases and stuff.

Second, organizing their silver wedding affair is not a joke. Though the event was planned one year ahead, things crop up at the last minute and trivialities such as missing misalletes and misplaced wedding rings could turn your head upside down. But after some bloopers and minor glitches, the event went out well. Maybe I could set up my own events organizer office in the future.

Third, spending the holidays in Boracay was a first. Boracay welcomed us with big waves and heavy rains while the sun decided to shy away from the over-crowded beach during the whole course of our stay. Despite all these, this brief Boracay escapade was a blast.

Then there’s the countless Christmas parties and family reunions you have to attend to, staying until the wee hours of the morning and waking up a couple of hours later to attend the traditional simbang gabi. Then add up a number of driving errands for your balikbayan visitors after office hours, all these are squeezed in to your daily December life. At times like these, energizer drinks are my best friends, if not for these wonder drinks, I don’t think I could pull it off or my physical body would have given up long before the Christmas eve strikes.

So there. It’s the first day of work, remnants of the holidays are written all over my face, but things are slowly getting back to normal. Reality is gradually creeping back to my system and before I know it, I’m back to my feet again.

Cheers! 

Proud to be Pinoy

Notwithstanding the fact that he’s become unpopular to me because of a whole lot of free loaders and opportunists taking advantage of his fame and fortune in his acquiescence…

Moments like these make you stand out and be proud of your race. 

Long live Pacman who once again brought pride and glory to this seemingly “hopeless” country.

Mabuhay ang Pinoy.

Book First, Movie Later

So finally, the wait is over. Majority of the metropolis is raving about Twilight, the movie. And because I am one, self-confessed Edward and Bella lunatic, oops I mean, fanatic, I dashed to the mall 48 hours after the first day of showing. So yeah, while I’m still at it, I’d take this time to write about it and finally break this long-extended blog leave. Forgive me though, my creative juices are still dripping at a minimum level, so please bear with me folks. 

Watching the movie after having read (and re-read the book a couple times over) is, actually not a good idea. And since that part of my left brain lusts for some accurate visual entertainment, to my dismay, the movie failed to seduce the reader’s keen sense of detail. 

Well what do you expect? All 498 pages of the book cramped into a two hour silver screen version. So just imagine watching a Cliff notes version of the book. All chapters summarized into one, organized story line. Most details where changed, some parts altered and deleted, but just the same, it ended with the way it should. Edward and Bella together, still, more vampire hunts ahead. 

But to be fair with the movie producers and the director, vampire chase-scenes and other out-of-this-human-league vampire qualities are brilliantly delivered in the movie. That’s A for effort. And yeah, Robert Pattinson did Edward Cullen justice, so does Kristen Stewart to Isabella Swan. The movie theater is filled with rustling shrieks of admiration, as these two beings perfectly personified a drop-dead-gorgeous-and potentially-dangerous immortal, head over heels in-love with a Phoenix-bred lass who was somewhat perceived to be a bit jaded.

So a few things I’ve learned when watching a movie that I enjoyed reading:

• don’t expect all the scenes to be as accurate as it was vs. the book.
• the movie won’t turn out the way you imagined it to be. Some may be better than your imagination, while the others are better left within the confines of your creative mind.
• it is not THAT bad to watch the movie though, it helps to know other people’s perception of the book. And then you realize how distorted your brain works as the movie turns out to be a mismatch of your imagination.

Now the disclaimer : This is not a film review, I am not a film critic. This post is brought about by simply watching Twilight. And I will remain an Edward and Bella fan. 

Though I have this nagging impression that the director didn’t actually read the book….tsk. Hahaha.

Peace!

Some Good Things

They don’t really last.

For the past months, I thought I was sailing on calmer seas. Or rather, I was making a steady uphill climb. One. Step. At. A. Time.  This is something that I have worked for (and is still working on) since the beginning of the year. Somehow, there’s a glimmer of hope. That finally, after each careful step, I was finally on my way to reach that goal that I’ve been wanting to reach. 

Then it happened. A deluge of events suddenly pulled me back to where I started. I knew there’s a catch to all these. That sooner or later an anti-climax would tow me out of this temporary euphoria. And I was right. The sudden impact was indescribable, yet I couldn’t feel anything that I’d rather see myself crying than feeling dangerously numb. 

Yes, I think I’m back to square one, it will take doubled hard work before I could be near that purpose again.

Sigh.  

But anyway, I know I have to move on again….and find at least a flicker of thin hope that everything will be fine again.

Sigh. Some good things – never really last.