HP6

I watched this in IMAX last weekend with a couple of friends from school. The 3d thing lasted for only 10 or 12 mins, i think. It was my first imax movie experience, to tell the truth, but certainly not my first 3d experience. I’ve gone to theme parks which offer pretty much the same thing.

The movie is pretty much ok. Not super spectacular, still not up to par with LotR. It’s always been the case that when a book is being translated into the big screen, you expect things to get compressed if not outright taken out of the picture. What matters is that the whole production team made a good enough job that the fans of the series still recognize the beloved series. And it’s a good thing that they didn’t bastardize the books — too much anyway. I haven’t gotten over the Queen of the Damned fiasco. Ugh. And from what i’ve heard, Eragon the novel was bastardized by Eragon the movie.

LotR is still pretty much it for me.

No classes.

Lost.

What am i doing? Instead of going to class, i skipped again. Instead of studying for my class tomorrow, i’m wasting time on facebook. Argh! I’m feeling a bit restless. And lazy. I just want to go home and read non-law related books, watch dvds, surf the web, or just plain play video games. Am i cut out for this career? Do i really like what i’m doing? It seems like i’m only doing this because of routine. And i shouldn’t be asking myself this question at this point in time. I mean, i’ve already spent so much time and effort (and money!) to be asking this of myself. I’m just a stone’s throw away from fourth year review classes.

I think i’m one of those people who just want to travel and shop. I do want to do something worthwhile with my life. But if given the choice, i would probably just want to live a life of leisure. Imagine being able to travel anywhere in the world, buy anything you want — just like that.

I am a shallow human being.

So what did i do today?

Granted, i woke up early (earlier than usual) because of my internship. But due to the massive heavy traffic, i decided not to attend (it was nearing 10am when i got anywhere near the office i intern at). I told myself, i’ll use the time to study for my class today. I went to this coffeeshop with the intention of studying. But then i lost myself in the bowels of cyberspace — facebook to be exact. And then it was time for me to eat lunch. After lunch i went and got myself a mani-spa. After that, i decided not to attent my class, i got caught in time for the color-coding traffic scheme. I told myself i’ll just study for my class tomorrow, it starts earlier than usual. It’s already past 7pm and i haven’t accomplished anything, except do jobs in Mafia Wars and go on a comment-spree. It’s now past the color-coding scheme and i can go home without any hassle from the PS3.

I’m thinking i might be on the path to the wrong profession.

I wish i were independently wealthy. Probably from inheritance or winning a big lotto pot. Like millions of dollars rich. I know it’s probably not the answer to all my problems, but it would solve most — if not all — my financial woes. I’m not deep in debt or anything, but it would be nice to be able to buy anything i want, go anywhere i want, just on a whim.

It’s not that i appreciate how hard my parents have been working. I really am thankful to them. But at the same time, there’s a pressure for me to do well, and finish everything so that i can land a good job, and earn good money. Nowadays, it’s money. Will there come a day when i will be able to tell myself, Enough. 

I’m also bothered by non-problems. Non-problems because they’re not real problems like world hunger or addiction or anything, they’re just things that i think i need to have or do or be. Like the fact that i’m overweight (i’m a size 16/18/20, US, depending when you catch me). And that i haven’t had a boyfriend since birth. Am i ever going to find a man who’ll love me for me? Will i like that man who’ll love me for me? I’m afraid that all the guys i’m attracted to are attracted to a different type of girl — someone thinner than me, who has a different skin color than i do (that i don’t have an issue with, i love my skin color), someone who is a different race than i am (i’m Asian btw), yada yada. Normally it doesn’t get to me. But sometimes i get lonely. And i think my weight and my singleness are connected to each other. If i lose weight, i’ll get a boyfriend. But do i really want one who’ll want me because of the way i look? And why am i even asking that when i set such a high standard myself? I mean, let’s face it, the first thing that a person notices is the way you look. That’s what attracts them. The personality comes after the initial attraction.

Why, oh why, do some people just seem to have it all?

I’ve been hiding behind the reasoning that i haven’t had a boyfriend ever because i’m focused on my studies when the fact is although they are some who’ve sent signals that they’re interested, i’m just not into them. And i can count these people with my two hands. What a load of bull.

Maybe someday i’ll look back on this post and laugh because i’ve met someone, maybe not. But right at this moment, i’m feeling rather lonely. I don’t want to end up a spinster, bitter, someone who never experience dlife and what love is. But from the looks of things, that’s where i’m headed. And that’s one thing i’m afraid of.

Dreaming of yoghurt. And other things.

Yes, i’m a fast food whore. My friends can attest to that. Don’t get me wrong, i also love eating at fine dining restos. But there really is something to be said about instant gratification. And my favorite meat is chicken, so all those chicken fast food restos find a loyal customer in me (even if the contributed to my gaining weight since college freshmen).

More recently, KFC came out with this new product called Cheezy BBQ Meltz. Yuuuuum! Idk if it’s one of their “healthier” meals (because even if it has tomatoes and the toasted pita-ish bread, it has cheese in it), and quite frankly, i don’t care (although i should). I know that i like how it tastes, especially when it’s hot.

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Why don’t we have Red Mango in Glorietta or Mall of Asia? We need them here! Even though it’s raining and the weather’s cold, anytime is Red Mango time. I’m wishing for a good helping of original yoghurt, with peaches, blueberries, and crushed grahams.

Rainy morning.

Woke up to a rainy monday morning. I really didn’t want to get out of bed but i had to go to the office (i intern during mornings). Usual routine then i drove off. What happened? Heavy traffic due to the rain (and flooding). I ended up not going to my internship because it’s waaaaaaay too late already. I was stuck in traffic for like 2 hours or so. All alternate routes are clogged with cars.

I knew i should’ve just stayed in bed.

Is one’s virginity still desired?

Okay, my last blog got me to thinking, is a woman’s virginity still preferred by men? I’m sure feminists around the world would get angry over this. But it’s really a genuine question.

Independence.

No, this isn’t a blog about July 4th.

I mentioned in my last blog that my parents were out of town this weekend. I just spoke to them on the phone, they’re on their way back. Yes, i’m 26 years old and i still live with my parents. Where i’m from, it’s nothing to frown upon. It’s the norm. And yes, you guessed it. I live in Asia.

I like it whenever they go away for a time and leave me all alone in the house. Well, as alone as i can be with my brother and our helpers. But since i am eldest they leave things up to me. And i find that i like that sense of freedom and independence. Since they are generous enough to fund all my expenses, i try to respect their rules. Although i find it unreasonable sometimes, because i am 26 already. They still treat me like i’m in high school sometimes — curfews, allowances, and sometimes scolding me for watching tv instead of studying, or for sleeping late (hey, i study until dawn, i think i’m allowed to sleep late, thank you very much). And i hate that they — and by that i mean my controlling mother — critisize my clothes, the way i dress, my weight. I’m taller than the average asian (i’m 5′6″) and chubbier too (like i’d tell you my weight). So almost all my friends are smaller than i am. But if i were living in a western country, i’d probably be the norm.

Anyway, sometimes i just want to graduate and get a good job that pays well just so i can leave home and set up things on my own. I mean, we could probably afford to invest on a condo unit, but i don’t think my parents would allow me (i hate that word, allow). I’m getting envious of friends whose houses are far from the city that they have to get condos of their own. Me, i live within the Metro and i have my own car. A new one at that, so i shouldn’t really complain. But it sucks that although i have a car, i can’t really go out just because i want to without asking for permission — another word that i hate. 

I do have friends though who, although they also live with their parents, can just come and go as they please. I call these the “cool, modern” parents. My parents are conservative. Not strict conservative, just enough to annoy the hell out of me. I mean, i have counsins who got married at an early age just because they got pregnant. And some who just got pregnant while in high school. I seldom drink, I don’t smoke, i have no plans of doing drugs, and i’m not having sex (yes, I’m a virgin — their doing with that conservative upbringing, with a little bit of Catholic school influence). And probably because i never met i anyone i liked enough to lose my virginity to. Remember, i’ve never been drunk my whole life. And with the way things are going –  as in, busy with law school, no night outs — i don’t think that will change in the near future.

Falling off the proverbial wagon.

Another week went by and i still haven’t found my rhythm yet. I’m still not in my studying mood, although i know i don’t have the luxury of trying to find it. Exams are just around the corner, not to mention recitations everyday. Am i getting burned out? I’ve been studying for probably 20 years out of my 26 years of living. Sometimes i find myself asking, is this really what i want to do. So far the answer is still yes.

This weekday my parents went to  my grandmother’s home in the province. It’s her 90th birthday and i’m a bit bummed out because i wasn’t able to go. I don’t want to think of her passing but i’m afraid i won’t be able to see her before it. But then deep inside, i think if i really wanted to go i would have pushed the issue with my parents. Lately i just find myself not bothering with things.

And lately i’ve been spending a lot. 

And i know i shouldn’t. I should be saving. Things are pretty good right now, financially. Although it wouldn’t hurt to save for a rainy, that’s for sure. But i can’t seem to help myself. Before, i wasn’t a big spender on clothes, shoes, whatever. I used to spend money on books. Now i just download e-books and spend on other things. Even though i told myself a few days ago — Wednesday to be exact –  that it would be sometime before i spend another dime on clothes.

Does this make me a typical girl/woman now? I wasn’t like this, even in college. Talk about a late bloomer.

But i find that it is true, what they say, about retail therapy. Finding that pair of shoes or getting a good bargain on that dress makes me feel good. And somehow, it’s a shallow form of contentment. Things make sense whenever i shop. I forget my problems, my mind is focused on that moment. The movie Confessions of a Shopaholic now makes sense to me. It might be a streatch but i find myself relating to that girl in Devil Wears Prada, when she was suddenly immersed in the fashion world, as if waking up from a deep sleep.

Red Mango.

I mentioned this in my earlier post but i think it deserves a post all on its own. 

I have found my new love, and it’s without any guilt. I live at the South so i had to travel about 45 mins to an hour just to try this — when can we expect this to come to Greenbelt or Glorietta? My friends have been raving about it. Fro-yo is good but this is so much better. I tried the medium size, with blueberries, peaches, and grahams for toppings. Yuuuuuuum!

Next time i’ll take pictures. It’s an excellent way to rest tired feet from endless walking (read: shopping). Good bye Haagen Daz, you really were delicious, but i’ve found the perfect replacement for you.

Just because it’s on sale doesn’t mean i should buy it, right?

So today i went over to Shangri-La to meet with my friend. We were chatting last night and she mentioned that she’s looking for a dress and/or a belt to wear on her gimik this coming Saturday. So naturally i told her Zara is having a sale and suggested that she check it out. She knew that i didn’t have any class on Wednesdays and asked if i wanted to go with. Naturally i said yes. Lol.

We ended up going to Mega also, just so i could go to their dept store. I’m looking for a pair of Chinese slippers/shoes to gift my Inay on her 90th birthday. My parents already got her this Cheongsam and i suggested i look for a pair of shoes to go with that. Sad to say, we weren’t able to find any. We ended up buying things for ourselves. And eating at Red Mango of course! I found a new fave snack, without the guilt.

Now that i got home, i’m feeling a bit guilty for buying all those stuff. I mean, over the weekend, i already bought a pair of gladiator sandals, black tank top, and tunic/dress, all from Zara. Did i mention they’re having a sale? And then a couple of weeks before that i bought a black maxi dress from Gap (not on sale, what was i thinking?) and a spanking new red wallet (sale from Mango). Not to mention the 2 LVs i bought a month before.

I’m feeling slighty guilty over my new purchases, although i got them cheap. A pair of skinny jean (my first pair ever, can you believe it?), black patent heels from Charles and Keith (not on sale but i’ve been meaning to buy a new pair since last March), and a pair of black leggings (also from the dept store)… But then i went back to Zara Glorietta to get that other tunic/dress i tried on yesterday. I thought it was P1,350 so imagine my surprise and delight when i went to pay for it the lady said it was only P745. Cheap! Almost 50% off.

I have got to stop this spending spree i’m in. I can’t seem to help myself. Ever seen that movie Confessions of a Shopaholic? I feel kinda like her, although i pay in cash. And it’s not that i’ve always been a big spender. It’s just that lately i seem to have woken up and discovered the beauty of fashion. I mean, if you met me when i was in high school or college, my main interest (in spending) were video games, books, hobby collection. I guess my friend was right, i might just have been a late bloomer.

Why is it that when we buy stuff we feel good, but afterwards we feel a bit guilty? I do find retail therapy therapeutic. It soothes my nerves and gets my mind off things related to school. It gives me a huge dose of endorphins. But then i get the proverbial low. Mostly because i think i shouldn’t have endulged.

Ah well, i might be a victim of fashion but i’m not a fashion victim.

Edward’s Top Ten

It wouldn’t be complete without Edward’s of course. Still from the same source.

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10. I have a private island. Wanna see it?

9. “Pardon me Miss. I…uhh..hello? Dang it! She fainted again. Why can’t I stop dazzling people?”

8. Cullen. Edward Cullen.

7. Hi, I’m Edward. I can be the super hero or the bad guy.

6. I play the field. And it looks like I just hit a home run with you.

5. “I’m an addict. Will you be my heroin?”

4. “Have you been drinking? Or do I intoxicate you?”

3. Hi. The voices in my head just told me to come talk to you.

2. “My sister can see the future. Let me give you a clue, it’s Me + You.”

1. Am I dead? Because I think I just met an angel.

Jacob’s Best

Another top ten list, this time on Jacob’s Top Ten Best Pick Up Lines. From the same source.

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10. “Wanna see my reservation?”

9. “Will you be the mother of my puppies?”

8. “I give a whole new meaning to ‘Animal Attraction’”

7. “Wanna play a game? You can be Little Red Riding Hood and I’ll be the Big Bad Wolf.”

6. “So…how do you feel about dogs?”

5. “You look imprintable…I mean uhh..impeccable in that outfit”

4. “Hey baby, need a mechanic for that finely tuned body?”

3. “You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?”

2. “I can go from furry to naked in 1.3 seconds”

1. “You know what they say, right? Once you go Black you never go back.”

Top Ten - Jasper’s Best Pick Up Lines

While surfing the web for new photos of New Moon (can’t wait!), i came across this site and eventually found several funny articles. I decided to share my new finds. The first of which is a list of Jasper’s (possible) Best Pick Up Lines. I’ll post more articles/lists as i find them. Enjoy!

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10. You seem a little tense. Would you like a chill pill or just a hit of me?

9. How are you feeling? Oh, wait, don’t tell me … let me guess.

8. I must really be dead, Angel, ‘cause this has to be heaven!

7. It’s not my fault I fell in love. Your emotions are what tripped me.

6. Your lips may say no, but your endorphins say yes.

5. I can feel the love tonight … wanna share?

4. My name is Jasper…but you can call me Dr. Feelgood.

3. I know exactly how you feel. Wanna know how I feel?

2. So…did you ever hear the saying ‘everything’s bigger in Texas’?

1. Hey, Darlin’, do you want to see my battle scars?

What makes a good writer?

Just because one has written a lot of blog entries does not mean that one is a good writer. 

I came across a note posted on a site. Her sorority sister compliments her, saying that she is one of the few good writers in the school i go to. Now i personally know her and would be the first person to say that she has written a good number of notes and blogs about anything under the sun. But there seems to be a misnomer that just because you have opinions and you write about them and share them to the world means you’re a good writer. It just means you’re a writer. Period. I’ve read her stuff over time and man, she just fills her blogs with big words which i don’t think she knows is appropriate to use in that particular sentence. She disguises her bad grasp of grammar with unnecessary highfalutin words. Unattractive. And she has the nerve to agree.

So what makes a good writer? Definitely not bad grammar.

Nothing to do.

I’ve been so lazy lately. I’ve been interning for this office for s couple of weeks now. At first i was really excited because that’s where i wold eventually like to work. But then i find myself feeling meh. The excitement was gone. It was a bit boring actually, i haven’t done anything but type, answer the phone, and surf the web. So far i feel like my expectations haven’t been met. Maybe i should just give it time, i‘ve only been there for several weeks. 

One sign that i find it boring is that i don’t look forward to going there. I’ve been finding excuses not to go to the office. Which is really baaaaaad. They are the ones giving me the grade in the end.

Flying.

Kudos to my brother for his first solo flight. I’m very happy for you. Just make sure you’re always careful, ok? I can’t help worry about you. I can’t help it, i’m your older sister.

Beginning.

I don’t know why i started another blog. God knows i have plenty of other blogsites, which i don’t really update that often. For some reason i just felt the need to start again.

Lately i find myself editing my blogs to suit my audience, i. e. my friends and family. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. But sometimes i find myself editing stuff to make it sound wittier than i originally made it. I write for my school’s journal. And every writer knows that you have to suit your articles for your target audience. But maybe that’s my problem. This time, i’ll lose myself in the anonymity of cyberspace.

This time, i think i’ll write for myself.