masquerade; paper faces on parade

Friday, December 30, 2005
books

i remember now, why i've been so reluctant to step into a bookshop... i think i have an affinity to books (ha-ha, nobody knew that!!!) but really... it's a magnetic sort of thing. they just... jump into my hands and stick there.

books that would not unglue themselves:

1. siglo: freedom
status: finished! :)
i loved the last story... impressive. andrew drilon's work. they were all very distinct and different and filipino:) SABS! IF YOU ARE READING THIS.... *AHEM AHEM* those stories were ALL ten pages!

2. perks of being a wallflower by steven chbosky
status: waiting to be reread
buy it!

3. inkheart (if that's the first one...) by cornelia funke
status: plasticked
i was reading some crummy circle of magic books because i had nothing better to do over the break (not that they're bad... they're just... not for my age group? hahaha... children's fantasy type) and i thought, since i was reading children's fantasy... i might as well buy a new, critically acclaimed book

4. norwegian wood by haruki murakami
status: read the first coupla pages
it's hard to shift from one style to another so quickly, sometimes. perks was very blunt and it makes norwegian seem overly ornate. i suppose i just have to get into the rythym of the thing... took me a while to get used to chbosky's style, but once i did, i didn't stop 'til 2 am. :)

books i want:
everything mentioned in perks! though i was really meaning to read on the road by jack kerouac anyway...
little nemo in slumberland, taschen edition (coming in the mail!)
siglo: the passion
the guide to reading sandman
fight club
the boxed set of the complete calvin and hobbes!!!
a nice selection of poetry

that's all i can think of right now. :)

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Saturday, December 24, 2005
christmas

I want to have a meaningful Christmas. What is Christmas? It's evolved - devolved into a giant moneymaking scheme for a bunch of hedonistic people in a consumeristic world. What is Christmas? A time to shop? To ask for... things? Things that you want? An excuse to acquire junk?

Christmas... oh dear bob, what has happened to Christmas? What has happened to Your birthday? Shouldn't Christmas be a time of powerful emotions rather than expected presents? Shouldn't presents just be manifestations of love? I'm finally beginning to understand the line, "the essence of gift giving is the GIVER not the gift." You buy presents because you love the people you buy them for - to show them they're appreciated, to make them happy. Gifts are just love in material form - past the price tags, the brands, the usefulness, the prettiness, if you scratch all that away, all that should remain is... love (at the risk of sounding like MME).

This year, I want to be able to show everyone I love how much I love them at Christmas. Expensive presents? Is my love to be measured in money? Do my feelings have a price tag? Certainly not. Or if they did, then no gift I could buy would be worthy of any of you. You mean much more to me than any trifle. Strip away the ribbons, the wrappings, the paper, the boxes, the plastic. Strip away the thread and cloth and wax and wood and what have you. Strip it away and remember that I love you.

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Friday, December 23, 2005
the woes of a photographer

my mom kind of scolded me for using three rolls of film last night (i actually didn't give her the fourth, even). "you do know that this is expensive, and you're just learning... blah blah... and film is expensive and developing is expensive..."

me: "yes, i know"
me in my mind: "it wouldn't be sooo expensive if you'd let me get the digital one to begin with..."

i want a tripod.

For thirty seconds, you aren’t to move- don’t move! Stay completely still, while the lens of my camera etches your imprint upon a glossy piece of film. For thirty seconds, the dim candlelight will scar the virgin surface of the film and leave it marked forevermore. Leave it marked forevermore. Thirty seconds is an eternity if you have to keep still.

You'll find the rest at where the madness overflows into roses.

nyaha. gnommic and mantic talaga.

p.s. long posts about water tubing and my bohemian birthday to follow soon.

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
sleepy musings

I’ve cocooned myself into my solitude, wrapped snugly in my comforter with its silken cotton feel, sinking into the warm spongy depths of my cupcake mattress and pillows. The airconditioning is cold, but that makes the bed more inviting and it drips of sleep and dreams. Afternoon light walks past my window; the blinds shut the rushing world out. The watery dusty sunlight dare not even venture past my green blinds, and I’m immersed in a pale half-light. I’m alone, and I’m waiting.

Time for lunch. Time to get up.

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Monday, December 19, 2005
cousins

cousins is midnight snacking (on doritos and melted cheese or anything in the fridge)
cousins is playing mah jong to maroon five
cousins is monopoly and tong-its and chess
cousins is being first wives or patrick and spongebob, even if you're a boy
cousins is riding on top of a speeding van and feeling your skin get all warpy
cousins is getting soaked and laughing your head off
cousins is wheel barrow races and disneyworld
cousins is matching but in different colors
cousins is rush christmas shopping
cousins is laughing at mindless movies
cousins is laughing at clever insults
cousins is laughing at mindless insults
cousins is mrs. push-bottom
cousins is singing rudolph the red-nosed reindeer at the top of your lungs complete with second voices
cousins is maki neil diego and me (and the rest:P)

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Sunday, December 18, 2005
a little night music

there's something about typing in these hours
that makes the world seem unreal
i feel like none of this exists and i'm dreaming

it's the magic of the morning
surreality reigns
i believe that our minds are much more malleable at this time
being so close to dreams

maybe that's why it was taken so well. :P

dood_c*: just say it dear girl and be done with it.
evilest_genius*: but why?
evilest_genius: what would the point be?
dood_c: does everything need a point???
evilest_genius: nooooooooo
evilest_genius: but
evilest_genius: in a world where nothing has to have a point
evilest_genius: then everything should be happy
evilest_genius: and it's not necessarily happy to say it either
evilest_genius: for, aside from doing things for pleasure or for duty, what other reasons exist?
evilest_genius: so... NOW
evilest_genius: what's your take?
dood_c: damn, you do put up a VERY good argument..
evilest_genius: why, thank you
dood_c: you're welcome..

*names withheld to protect the identities of the above

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the cousins

maki's 15 and she's like bridget in sisterhood of the travelling pants. VERY much like bridget...
neil's 14, taller than me :( and the nicest one among the four of us
diego's 14, really short, and he and i make beso when we see each other (he's not gay... i hope not...)

note: diego speaks in all sincerity

diego: do you watch one tree hill?
me: that's such a gay show! (what's it about?)
maki: i read online that in the last season, the two brothers fall in love with each other
diego: you mean they're LESBIANS???

i laid all my christmas gifts out on the bed and asked diego, "based on these, which girl would you want to date?"
diego: what? huh? you mean that's all they're wearing???
(NOTE: i got someone a bag only, etc...)

neil comes in
me: hey neil! i have a question!
diego attempts to ask it ahead: "neil! pretend you were a-
me: he IS a boy!!!
maki: ...not like yooou...

we'll never get sick of each other. :P oooh yeah! i have my mah jong mates!!!:D

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Saturday, December 17, 2005
argh

why do parents have to be so unreasonable?

what if i don't want to have my birthday in tita ria's house? what if i want to have it on mikki's rooftop? what's so wrong with that?

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Friday, December 16, 2005
bohemian rhapsodies

i suddenly have the urge to emerge from the cocoon of my drab life and put on painted wings of gossamer. i want to swim into a sea of bright beads and citrus soaked threads.

literally.

i miss my bohemian manifesto..

i don't want to take a bath, (but maki won't let me) lest it tamper with my rediscovery of the elements. a little dirt is not bad, it's earthy. sweat isn't so bad, it's... hm. ;)

so, after my bath, maybe i'll grab the eyeshadow and play a bit. turn my eyes into monet's waterlillies and then some.. some... da vinci's starry night. rouge my lips up until they bleed scarlet and roses. clothe myself in poppy fields and rain. and toss on my orange espadrilles ;) pile on garlands of beads and ornate fancy accessories that tinkle when i move.

yes, maybe that'll help. maybe..

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random notes

yellow post-it
sigh. work with what is given? and win!

pink post-it
don't leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeave meeee! :( MEEE! don't leave ME! what am i going to do when you won't be here to hold my hand anymore??

pink post-it # 2
thanks for being my happy thought. ;) let's make new year and celebrate with sandwiches and ice

green post-it
i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry. don't ask me why. i still love you, i think. i'm sorry i haven't been a better friend.

post it with ziggy and hearts
COME BAAACK TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!! I LOVELOVELOVE you! and i MISSMISSMISS you! they don't deserve you over there

slightly crumpled one-fourth
i miss you terribly...
why no...

*hahaha... you probably know which one y0u are.

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i flew solo this morning

for those of you who don't know, i'm in mindanao right now. (no pun intended!)

i flew solo today

i LOVELOVELOVE saying that!:D

my dad dropped me off at the airport even before the sun had woken up, and i checked in, got my boarding pass, and boarded all by my lonesome - i'm a big girl now! hahahahaha!:P

when people ask me how my flight was, my answer is usually: "i don't know, i slept through it." i figured my seatmate was the chatty type, and i wasn't really up to being polite so early in the morning, so i just slept it off. i was right; when i woke up, he tried to make polite conversation, asking me if i lived "here" (do i look mindanao-an???) and stuff... darn. he was on my deaf ear... tried to be as polite as possible back... he was pretty nice - he got my bag down from the overhead compartment for me.

why are my cousins taller than me??? the injustice! good thing i brought my espadrilles (as a safety precaution, nonetheless).

got a little christmas shopping underway. i thought i was in the shopping mood, but now i'm into the groove. all it takes is a good shopping buddy. :)

incident: i was in a department store, asking about a bag (for pair!) and i thought i couldn't understand what the lady was saying because i was deaf... only later did i realize that she was speaking bisaya! haha, so maybe deafness isn't THAT bad a problem... :P

urgh. missed the cocktail party. :( how was it, friends?

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Thursday, December 15, 2005
movies

i need a date for memoirs of a geisha and for da vinci code... POPO (ahem ahem) is supposed to come with me to see rent. (ahem ahem)

i really really want to see them!!!

da vinci code = tom hanks and audrey tautou, and yes, i love them both. sigh, forrest gump, sigh, the terminal, sigh amelie... and a very long engagement......... :)

memoirs of a geisha = the trailer's so cool, and the pictures too... and there's something that draws you to "the first megablockbuster hollywood movie with an all-asian cast." i loved the book too, if it counts. :)

rent = five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes... you gotta love rent!

any takers?:)

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Monday, December 12, 2005
decisions

bora or oxford?

little nemo in slumberland or a digicam?

or ?

*http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/3822863009/qid=1134740004/sr=8-20/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i5_xgl14/103-6444937-1653402?n=507846&s=books&v=glance
check that out for little nemo :)

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Sunday, December 11, 2005
the best one hundred pesos of my life

Yesterday my dinner turned into roses. Roses, lilies, and a few sprigs of babies’ breath, to be exact. My caramel sundae? A red ribbon and some sheets of pink tissue. Delicious, don’t you think?

It was quite a scene from Love Actually, really (Nenen pointed this out).

Snape: “What is THAT?!”
Mr. Bean: “Hoh-lly, suh”
Snape: “I don’t want any bloody HOH-LLY!”

Without a doubt, that was the best spent one hundred pesos of my life. Last night was a dream. Sitting barefoot at a posh zen table (in a private room!), eating sushi with chopsticks, and laughing at… *ahem* with my closest friends, all decked out in silly finery and smiles. That was on Katya’s parents.

Commercial break: Katya’s parents can be so cool! Maybe it’s because when they’re out with us, they’re never in a rush to leave; you wonder, in fact, who’s having more fun, you or them. It’s as if their first date never ended. In translation: they leave us to our own insignificant devices and immerse themselves in each other. It’s cute. :)

Then, to Cold Rock.

I’ve found the sundae. THE sundae.

No words

Without a doubt, the most potent stuff on earth. Dangerous stuff, it is.

First, we had two banana splits (on Pair’s parents!) Truly, the ingredients of fantasy… doesn’t everyone wish they could just point at the flavors and toppings, and watch as your commands are obeyed and the ice cream comes together into a magical concoction of flavors, sauces, gummi bears, chocolate bits, nougat, marshmallows, cookie dough, and everything else you ever wished you could pile onto a sundae?

But I mislead. That – THOSE – they were not THE sundae. They were delicious, but they were not THE sundae.

The sundae was magic. First we pooled our money together, Jo-Fri style. Then we decided on vanilla. Then, we decided on gummi bears, cookie dough, frozen strawberries, rocky road, violet crumble, mnms and pound cake… I think. Then… then, we watched mesmerized as the ice cream guy swirled our four scoops of vanilla into a nest on the frozen counter, poured our carefully chosen toppings into the center, and proceeded to MASH MASH MASH at everything. All the employees gathered around to watch. Dexterously, he pounded away at everything, slicing, mixing, folding- WITHOUT turning everything into tasteless too-sweet sludge. A round of applause was granted to him when he victoriously scooped the mass into the cup and handed it to us, with six spoons, no less (one extra! It’s always good to have an extra spoon ;).

At this point we were still innocent. We had not yet discovered the wonder of THE sundae. The first spoonful was unforgettable. The second was indescribable. By the third, when the surprises continued, we were spellbound.

Without a doubt the best one hundred pesos of my life.

“I went to bed last night wondering if God could be so unfair that he would make you buy me two sundaes.” I think I’d cry.

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a photograph

The man and the lady stood in the sepia colored photograph

The man had a mustache that curled upwards, pinstriped pants (bottle green, like a beetle, but you couldn’t tell from the picture), and a slightly creased left cuff

The woman’s bottom was enlarged by the pouf of her skirt and a parasol shaded the baby smooth curls of caramel on her head

The man and woman both curved their lips upward and showed their teeth

People used the word “happy” when describing them

He’d loved her once, when her hair was long, and her feet were light from dancing

She’d loved him once, when his breath smelled of sweet words

He’d loved her

He’d loved her and held her, rocking her gently under the gaze of the stars

They were the envy of the lonely moon

She’d loved him

She’d watch his back disappear into the trees, watch his wolfish saunter, so sure of himself, watch him from up in her gable window, and her breath would catch, her heart would flutter, would beat with the rhythm of his syncophated patent leather steps

She’d loved him once, when his breath smelled of sweet words - not alcohol and cigars, and lipstick that wasn’t hers

The man and the lady stood in the sepia colored photograph

Perfect, but for a detail that photographs, fortunately, cannot capture

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cherry tootsie pop gelatin red gummi bear bikini

in order to fit into the bikini of my dreams, i have to get FATTER.

there is something seriously wrong with this picture.

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Friday, December 09, 2005
why?

to die?

to fly?

in a frenzy of daff-dandiddlions??

sigh.

my head hurts

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