Happy Pills

Hello word, I'm a coke float junkie.

I've been living, no, thriving on it for the past three weeks. Sans scientific findings, ice cream and coca cola are a lethal mix. I swear, those drinks are burning a hole in my stomach.

It's my latest addiction; but in truth, it really is a substitute, isn't it? It is something to fill that void I've been vaguely territorial over for the past 24 years (vague much?). The fact that I cant mention it without getting cryptic reinforces the conclusion that I really need to get hold of these illusions I've been subconsciously pining over.

Ah, whatever...

I'm convinced, it's a substitute for the happy pill. Come to think of it, it is the happy fill, isn't it? I've never been partial to chocolates, nicotine or caffiene...so this is as close I have for a quick happy fix.

Yet like all substitutes, its effect doesnt last long. You really cant fool yourself for the real thing. So here I am at it again. Like a pompous moron overdue for a quarter-life crisis, here I am again, wallowing in self-pity. Put walking contradiction up in my resume, will you? It's high school all over again! Oi!

Speaking of High School, I saw Mr. Stipes again over my valentine week. I wanted to rant over the occasion, but my inner KJ gut told me otherwise. He huddles over that internet cafe like a nut. So I opted for disclosures on mute. Needless to say, my head spun for the entire week. Think how it would feel like to be actually within a meter radius around that guy. I shudder at the thought. I'm an old hag I tell you. My stalker-self hasn't kicked in yet and I'm already in freak mode. Whatever effect he has on me, it' s been, er, fabulous. Who needs coke floats when you have death-inducing infatuations?

Hmm.. I do?

Point B to Point A

I swear, I will find time to update this blog. There's nothing like shameless self-deprecation. I highly recommend it -- very theraputic. Puts you in zen mode.

Regressing... I had a fantastic weekend: deadening the mind with Hollywood crap for movies, and snacking on delish-gossip, theories on self-loathing and boys, spinsterhood ( or single-blessedness, as a dear friend puts it) and law-skul boys for options. Frankly, I've had a full week. I might stave off weekend plans for an entire month.

Seriously.

It's weird, but I easily get put-off by too much fun. It must be innate...in the genes, or something. But I get overwhelmed by too much activity. Whatever. Must be the Golden-Girl feeling its way out of me.


Nywayz, my dear friend Gae left this thought-provoking adage to explain the greatest mysteries of the universe: why we are still single.

It's very Cofucius. Funny, but wise.

She says, the reason why no guy has ever had the guts to talk to us is because: " He (potential guy) would not only worry what he'll feed us (on a date) but also whether the food we'll be eating will match the bag, the dress and the shoes we'll be wearing."

Though I've never taken myself to dress for a date, still, it get's you wondering.... maybe I am A, never B, but never knew it? Hmm... cryptic mode again.

Warm and Fuzzy Thoughts

It's been a week since I bought URBANDUB'S new album: EMBRACE. It's a killer. I've been listening to nothing but Urbandub all week and I've felt saner than ever. Wait, that's a weird way to put it. But yeah, it's gotten me through the drama for the past two weeks. I'm always ready to implode but it's managed to pull a few screws loose...and that's good.

But what am I saying? EMBRACE rocks!

First of Summer is like hot champorado on a warm Sunday afternoon. You're taken in with nothing but warm and fuzzy thoughts all over. I shriek like a fangirl everytime I hear it. Hehe... Dunno, but reminds me so much of those crazy 80's high-school flicks. No, Bagets is out of the question. hehe...

Frailty is for the tired soul. Alert the Armory is an Urbandub classic. A City of Sleeping Hearts is a revelation. Am liking the infusion of samples. Reveal the Remedy and When Heroes Die manage to throw those catchy punches in my head without me realizing it. I blurt out "Sell my soul, I'm a victim to the world tonight.." and "'Coz fate reveals the remedies" at about the same time I'm walking through the library door or waiting in line at the canteen or taking a piss in the middle of the night. It's addicting! The End Of Something is going to be the anthem for that post-break-up epic. The Arsonist and Endless, A Silent Whisper are nostalgic, reminds me of that void the world needs to fill. A safety in numbers is a strong contender, but not strong enough to cause palpitations. he.he... but I'll have a nth go, see how it feels.. All in all, I have a feeling this is going to be my anthem for the year.

Tin the Optimist

My head is harboring all these ideas for new years resolutions all week. I have cheeky Philippine daytime television to thank (or not) for that. The incessant list of new years resolutions day time talk shows have coughed up for the past seven days have finally been pounded into my brain. So okay, I've finally made up my mind to make one. Not just because its the new year, but because I seriously need it. For my sanity.

Here it goes.

So okay, I think... I need to be positive at all times. Shocking, ain't it? Ok, not at all times, just for most of the year. Not Barney the Blimey Dinosaur positive-positive. Just Forrest Gump-positive. And by that no, I won't be going oblivious for that feat. I think I need to mellow a bit with the complaining. No one seems to like it. The dark cloud above the head routine is getting too old these days. I've been growing frown lines! And it's not just because of the fact that I'm turning senile at any moment.

I'll have it a go, and try it for size. See how it works.

It's here. 2006. And my head is spinning.

I have boatloads of things to do and I'm virtually paralyzed by the thought.
Definitely not a good way to start the year.

out from the cave

Hello Planet Earth!

I'm out from hibernation.

Hehe... Here we go..

*Cryptic self is at it again. :-)

Potterized: My Goblet of Fire Rants, er, Review

I just watched GOF yesterday. And to sum it up, yes, it was good, not exactly the best movie in the HP franchise, but still, up to par with HP standards--- that is, up there with WOW! Bloody-brilliant fantastic!

I was fairly disappointed with the technical stuff though. Watching the movie, I couldn't point out what was exactly wrong with it. Bad editing? Direction, perhaps? Whatever it was, the movie felt rushed. Even with over two hours of film-time, you could feel something missing. I know that it would have been impossible to stretch it to four hours (mind you, I wouldn't have any problem with that) but still, they could have done better with it.

They took out a lot of scenes though. I would have loved Hermoine and her SPEW, but I know, it isn't really integral to harry's demise in the movie. And sadly, no Dobby and Winky. I also expected a lot of frenzy over the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It was a bit sad to see it almost as an afterthought.

They could have done better with the riff between Harry and Ron. Let's just say that their fight really didn't register with the audience. Harry should have thrown that pin over Ron's forehead!


And for the shippy side--- a few notes:

a) movie Cho and movie Harry do NOT have chemistry. They looked brother-and-sister to me. And mind you, I wasn't the only one thinking about the lack of sparks. The non-HP people who saw it with me thought so too. I wonder how this plays out in the OOTP movie.

b) the tension between Ron and Hermoine wasnt really there. For a minute, I thought the fight between them in the Yule Ball could pass for a shippy moment , but it fell into more like two siblings fighting over candy (and that's not just my H/Hr bias talking).

c) Yes people. Your eyes do not deceive you. Dan and Emma really do have chemistry. The bridge scene was squee-worthy(not an actual word, but popular shippy parlance nonetheless). Me thinks it really wasn't a Harry-Hermoine thing. More like a Dan-Emma episode, if you ask me. heehee...The Harry-Hermoine scenes were fleeting however. A word of caution: Don't blink too fast. You might miss them. I think a lot of the scenes HP fans have been privy to for the past few months were deleted or 'tamed' because of HBP. It would have been fun to see those deleted scenes though. But the audience consensus that night was: they could still something brewing between Harry and Hermoine. It didn't help that they kept panning Hermoine's face after every tormented-Harry bit to indicate something otherwise, er, platonic.

The film had it's good points. The special effects were fantastic. Voldemort looked sinister. At one point, he looked like Hannibal Lecter. Needless to say, the graveyard scene was spooky. And oh, Cedric was, uhmm, luscious! heehee....