A movie rarely gets me feeling something intense after watching it. Only a few comes to mind right now; Schindler's List, Sense and Sensibility, Braveheart, and much much more recently (like a few minutes ago), El Crimen del Padre Amaro (The Crime of Father Amaro). It was too real for my own good. It was very much familiar. It was too Filipino to be a Mexican movie.
I usually hold my emotions when I watch intense movies. For El Crimen, it was no different. No matter how much I am visually stimulated by the movie, I was still quite in control. An experience, that's what El Crimen was all about. It's just like the first time you've fancied a clergy man.
I'm no saint, I've had my share of Amelita's experience. Sex with the religious. God knows why I'm writing this down. This is probably why this movie felt so close to home. Although I did not feel love, I did feel so much for my past, the experience. Too real.
Monday, August 11, 2003
Friday, August 08, 2003
Thank God... I'm so glad to know that Chip & Reichen of The Amazing Race 4 are in the last three teams. We all love Reichen but Chip Arndt looks so adorable in this video. Cute!!!
Thursday, August 07, 2003
Since my dear friend Angelomilco started this whole bag thing, I too want to make it known, that this is what I've been dying to have for the last few months. Damn Jack Spade knows bags!!!
My version of Carson Kressley's (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) bio...
Bocceli was born in 1978 and received his first piece of couture at the humble and tender age of 2. He slowly learned that he was a gifted child by realizing that plaid and stripes never go together and pleats make your butt look huge. He developed his keen fashion sense on the playground, mixing and matching outfits of all the children in his head and daydreaming of a world where everyone knew it was a cardinal sin to wear white after Labor Day. This constant daydreaming caused him to excel in the fashion world but still made him the first boy chosen in gym class.
In his professional life, Bocceli is an closet stylist who spent many years working with local fashionistas, specializing in the design aspect of women's evening wear. He also aided in fashion styling for his current company's dress code.
Bocceli was born in 1978 and received his first piece of couture at the humble and tender age of 2. He slowly learned that he was a gifted child by realizing that plaid and stripes never go together and pleats make your butt look huge. He developed his keen fashion sense on the playground, mixing and matching outfits of all the children in his head and daydreaming of a world where everyone knew it was a cardinal sin to wear white after Labor Day. This constant daydreaming caused him to excel in the fashion world but still made him the first boy chosen in gym class.
In his professional life, Bocceli is an closet stylist who spent many years working with local fashionistas, specializing in the design aspect of women's evening wear. He also aided in fashion styling for his current company's dress code.
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
Car-ma
It's been a few weeks now and I'm still anxious about getting a car for myself. You see, lately, the car I have been using for years has been hogged by my mom (well, she did buy it).
Since my mom started working again, now for an all-girls school as an administrative assistant, I have been going to work through the kindness of my dad. The daily (weekday) routine has been, mom leaves the house at around 6ish. I wake up around 7AM and prepare for my day. Dad comes in around 8ish. We leave around half past 8 to reach the office 9 - 9:30AM. I have been doing this routine for almost a month now. It's really getting to me.
I know, I know... why can't I just take public transportation to go to work. Sad and annoying thing is, I don't want to. I'm prissy that way. I can already hear people screaming "shame on you" from miles away. I honestly don't know why that is.
Given my usual financial situation, I don't think I can afford to get a new car in the next few months. I really wish that wasn't the case. I can't stand my dad feeling tired everyday for having to be my mom and I's "driver". Sometimes I just try to look at it this way, at least if he's driving, he'll have less time at home = less time hearing my mom nag all day.
Financial management will again be the focus of my daily life, at least for the next couple or so months. I desperately need to get a car. A friend mentioned that her friend is selling their 2000 Civic A/T at P380K ($7K). Not bad. All I'd need to do is look for the following: P38K ($700) for downpayment of the loan, and P20K ($400) for car insurance. Hmmmm.
Money matters sometimes burst my "daily fun" bubble. They always creap into your fun day just about the same time you are starting to have fun in your day. I am too annoyed. BUGGER!!!
It's been a few weeks now and I'm still anxious about getting a car for myself. You see, lately, the car I have been using for years has been hogged by my mom (well, she did buy it).
Since my mom started working again, now for an all-girls school as an administrative assistant, I have been going to work through the kindness of my dad. The daily (weekday) routine has been, mom leaves the house at around 6ish. I wake up around 7AM and prepare for my day. Dad comes in around 8ish. We leave around half past 8 to reach the office 9 - 9:30AM. I have been doing this routine for almost a month now. It's really getting to me.
I know, I know... why can't I just take public transportation to go to work. Sad and annoying thing is, I don't want to. I'm prissy that way. I can already hear people screaming "shame on you" from miles away. I honestly don't know why that is.
Given my usual financial situation, I don't think I can afford to get a new car in the next few months. I really wish that wasn't the case. I can't stand my dad feeling tired everyday for having to be my mom and I's "driver". Sometimes I just try to look at it this way, at least if he's driving, he'll have less time at home = less time hearing my mom nag all day.
Financial management will again be the focus of my daily life, at least for the next couple or so months. I desperately need to get a car. A friend mentioned that her friend is selling their 2000 Civic A/T at P380K ($7K). Not bad. All I'd need to do is look for the following: P38K ($700) for downpayment of the loan, and P20K ($400) for car insurance. Hmmmm.
Money matters sometimes burst my "daily fun" bubble. They always creap into your fun day just about the same time you are starting to have fun in your day. I am too annoyed. BUGGER!!!
Monday, August 04, 2003
The weekend that was... too stressful.
Friday was Honk! night. My friend Rony was the musical director for the Manila Production of this amusing musical (music written by George Stiles book and lyrics by Anthony Drewe). The songs were all too fun that there would be times I'd be catching myself humming along one note after the other. It has a very straight forward story so it wasn't too intense for my already aching head (mostly from the week's work). After the show I headed off to Malate to meet up with friends at Cafe Breton. Stayed there for hours chatting the night... morning away. Checked out the new places from the outside. I realized that it really had been a while since I last went there (I think I was with Jagard that time). It was fun seeing the peeps after a year. We then took a cab heading home. I was feeling groggy. I still had enough sense to give Jagard a ring before heading to sleep.
Saturday. Forget it. I don't even wanna go there. I miss my baby!!!
Sunday. Church in Greenhills got filled up with people again as they knew the group would sing again for first Sunday mass. It's nice to sing again after a month of hiatus. Miss belting. :) After mass, I had to pick up my folks from the house (since they didn't go with me earlier). We headed to our relatives place. Fifteen minutes after, the loud high pitched voices reminscent of my childhood days once again irritated my ears. God can these women talk. Women. Got to hang out with my cousins (there were only three of us that time since the others had classes, on a Sunday! -- soon to be lawyers). After lunch, we decided to go to the nearby Starbucks to chat. That was quite interesting how free flowing our conversation was. Thing is, moments like that are rare since I'm not very comfortable with these guys as much as I am with my friends. Mostly because I have not yet come out to them (I honestly don't know if I ever will). Anyway, yesterday afternoon was tolerable. Enjoyable. Fun even. Wish I had more of those.
P.S. update my photo journal... it's kinda fun doing it. :)
Friday was Honk! night. My friend Rony was the musical director for the Manila Production of this amusing musical (music written by George Stiles book and lyrics by Anthony Drewe). The songs were all too fun that there would be times I'd be catching myself humming along one note after the other. It has a very straight forward story so it wasn't too intense for my already aching head (mostly from the week's work). After the show I headed off to Malate to meet up with friends at Cafe Breton. Stayed there for hours chatting the night... morning away. Checked out the new places from the outside. I realized that it really had been a while since I last went there (I think I was with Jagard that time). It was fun seeing the peeps after a year. We then took a cab heading home. I was feeling groggy. I still had enough sense to give Jagard a ring before heading to sleep.
Saturday. Forget it. I don't even wanna go there. I miss my baby!!!
Sunday. Church in Greenhills got filled up with people again as they knew the group would sing again for first Sunday mass. It's nice to sing again after a month of hiatus. Miss belting. :) After mass, I had to pick up my folks from the house (since they didn't go with me earlier). We headed to our relatives place. Fifteen minutes after, the loud high pitched voices reminscent of my childhood days once again irritated my ears. God can these women talk. Women. Got to hang out with my cousins (there were only three of us that time since the others had classes, on a Sunday! -- soon to be lawyers). After lunch, we decided to go to the nearby Starbucks to chat. That was quite interesting how free flowing our conversation was. Thing is, moments like that are rare since I'm not very comfortable with these guys as much as I am with my friends. Mostly because I have not yet come out to them (I honestly don't know if I ever will). Anyway, yesterday afternoon was tolerable. Enjoyable. Fun even. Wish I had more of those.
P.S. update my photo journal... it's kinda fun doing it. :)
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