french fries & a soda drink

Yesterday I spent the day out with my former colleague Marea.

That’s her…

She likes dogs.

So anyway, we went and watched The Crappening The Happening by M. Night Shyamalan (of The Sixth Sense acclaim), and starring Mark Wahlberg. There’s no doubt about it, it definitely could have been better. It’s too bad, M. Night Shyamalan’s style was evident, and the film seriuosly had a lot of promise. I loved how from the very beginning of the movie, something already happens. It kept the audience intrigued. But man, did the acting suck. If they hired better actors whose faces have wider ranges of expression, maybe this movie wouldn’t have ended up so lame. It was very hard to take it seriously when you half-expected the lead to go ape-sh*t and say, “Dude, I’m like so freaking stoned right now?” Wahlberg really can’t pull off smart, mature characters, and he proves it well in this movie. The others didn’t do any better. The female lead whose name escapes me right now was just plain weird in the general sense. And I’m not sure how appropriate that really was for the movie. I’m not even sure why she was even cast.

This movie should’ve been creepy, I mean, what would you do if you suddenly realize that everyone around you had stopped moving, and then starts to walk backwards, before killing themselves in various forms of stupid? But instead we got this crap and ended up laughing our butts off. And how corny was it that the moral of this story is that we need to love each other as well as the environment more? Or that it even had a moral lesson? The whole ”love is the answer to everything” crap is so cliche anyway. In a nutshell, this movie was hilarioius, and is one of the top contenders in the best comedy of the year category, and not the scary suspense-thriller it was created to be.

New week, new me, new LSS song!!

I’ve been listening to the latest Ne-Yo song Closer on my iPod everytime I go out. If the people thought I looked pretty stupid bopping my head to music only I could hear, they must’ve been affronted with the unmistakable spring in my step as I strolled down streets and along the malls! It’s proabably not so much the fact that I’m “almost” dancing to inaudible music that’s making them steer-clear-from-the-crazy-person, but my horrible dancing. I can’t dance, so to do it when you’re not really supposed to should’ve been mortifying. But I just can’t stop, I just can’t stop…

Ne-Yo | Closer

(more…)

1) No venting.

2) No whining.

3) No bitching.

4) No trash-talking behind people’s backs.

5) Stop caring so much.

6) Definitely get a job.

Here’s what I learned over the weekend.

One. The turning wheel thingy on Schultz, my SLR camera, is in fact not decorative, but has actual photographic purpose. Check out the drastic improvements in my shots!  

P.S. Thanks for the crash lesson, Gladys. You’ve restored my faith in my camera and my continuously deteriorating skills.

Two. Not all strip shows last all night.

Three. If you don’t ask, people won’t tell you anything.

Four. People in my circle still have no aversion towards sensitivity. For example, none of my friends seem to get that my most hated feeling in the world is being left out. It’s still a dog-eat-dog world on my side of the planet, and we’re very unapologetic about it.

Five. I have to develop an eating disorder within the next three days.

Makati City. A clear haven for urbane sophisticates, dare I even say, not unlike myself. With everything practically within an arm’s reach, it’s no wonder more and more people are falling in love with this place. I myself have more than once proclaimed how Makati is my Manhattan. Not surprisingly, many agreed.

But… I find that Makati is fast losing its luster. I’m no longer blinded by the bright lights. My ears have more than just adjusted to the noisy din of the busy corporate streets, they’re now just numb. The hustle and bustle of the everyday jostling crowd has merely become commonplace you sometimes even wish to escape from.

Escape.

I’ve been telling myself how I crave it for days, weeks even. It’s probably become my favorite word now. I need it. Maybe I even want it more.

“He’s hardly a man at all. Just a collection of bodily habits, eating, breathing, relieving himself, muttering in his sleep… Don’t you see how he’s been reduced to nothing?”

- Clara van den Meer, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister (Gregory Maguire)

I used to think that Makati will make all my dreams come true. But now I’m not so sure. In a nutshell, Makati’s been unwarrantly cruel to me. I’m nowhere near defining myself, or realizing what I want to become when and if I grow up. If anything, I feel more and more lost in the suddenly seeming exponential crowds of this city than I’ve ever felt before. I’m more invisible than I’ve ever been. I’m fading down to nothing. I’m figuratively slipping away into my very own demise.

The reality is that there’s nothing grounding me here, and if fate would throw me a bone and some opportunity were to whisk me away to a foreign land, I would gladly accept. Makati has especially been unkind to me in the employment department. And the same could be said with my social and love lives. To say otherwise would be a fat stinking lie.

Makati has failed me.