there's gotta be more to life than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me

If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen.
Don't effin' blame the chef!

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Floi's Afraid of Mumu

Mumu - n. Filipino slang for ghost.

Cayio told me this urban legend about the old rural building in UPLB while we were sitting in front of the bonfire in Galera. I was so terrified that I fell off the bench and almost ran through the beach had he not managed to grab my arm. This happened in front of Cayio's Zoology classmates and I was wearing a skirt. Talk about embarassment.

In revenge, I would tell that story to anyone every chance I get. I already got Clint and Lara. Boy, how I'd smile in spite of myself everytime their reactions come into my mind.

Last Sunday night, Romeo was in the staff house and I told him the story. Last night, Lara told me that because of the story, Romeo had nightmares. He dreamt of Angel, the rambunctious little girl next door. That child makes Dennis the Menace look like an angel. Romeo saw Angel walking towards him and when she was close enough, she morphed into a frightening old lady.

Lara said that the same happened to her as well. Though not because of my story, she had been having nightmares about Angel which became frequent when she transferred to our present room. (She had the back room before I moved in.)

We turned out the lights and I was almost drifting off to sleep when I suddenly felt thirsty. I turned on the lights and opened the door and when I was standing at the top of the stairs, I was suddenly overwhelmed with fear. I went back running to the room and tagged Lara along. When we were both standing at the top of the stairs, I casually mentioned that since Angel hails from the Visayas, maybe she has witchcraft powers. That statement sent Lara and I running back to the room. We called for Clint in the next room and I asked him if he could go downstairs and get me a glass of water. Perhaps he only didn't tell but he was also afraid because he refused to go by himself. I eventually brushed my thirst off and went back to bed.

My bed is positioned perpendicular to the bedroom door. In fact, it is in the middle of the bedroom door and the veranda door. My head is by the veranda door and my foot is by the bedroom door. Clint said it was bad to have the bed positioned as is. Feng Shui something something. I'm not very superstitious nor spiritual and for good reason because if it were my bed in the wrong position, why is Lara the one having the nightmares?

Lara and I ended up talking about Gracie's perception of bad vibes in the house. That's why she doesn't want to move in. Well, I'm very sensitive to supernatural forces and I haven't exerienced anything odd yet. Lara and I agreed to sleep with the light on and we were only comforted after we talked about our ex-OJT Camay cutie Vincent. Bigaon ko! o^_^o

*.* as if! @ 10:56:00 AM • • RBJ

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Today Like Any Other

I have liberated myself from the stress brought by public transportation. Hmmm... not quite but less. Every morning, I only need to take a 10-minute FX ride to get to work. I get exercise and sunshine as I walk from the apartment to Shaw Blvd. I do feel and look healthier now. This morning, without a smaller bill, I gave the driver a hundred-peso bill for the P10.00 fare. As the van approached Governor's Place, I still have not received my change. I reminded the driver and he said he had already given it. Then, this girl wearing uniform of a university in Mendiola took out her wallet and gave me the change. She also paid a hundred-peso bill. I could imagine her embarassment as her cheeks turned scarlet. There is a scarcity of honest people these days. She knew the fare to Mendiola is P25.00 but she kept the change for P10.00 fare. Tsk tsk. She put the name of her beloved alma mater on the line for fifteen pesos. Sigh.

My 3660 is no better than a landline telephone now. The battery or the power supply echos is malfunctioning, thus, going empty after six hours of standby time. I have to keep it plugged when I'm in a call, otherwise it would die after a minute or two. I have to replace Bob Marley singing Waiting in Vain with Beep Once for message alert because if I don't, battery only lasts for an hour. Oh well. Three more days. Three more days and I'm getting myself an XDA. An O2 maybe. Wheee.

Ack. It isn't even lunch time yet and the black sheep in my staff has already managed to raise my blood pressure. Let's see. Memo again? I could get used to this. Bring on the leather-wearing ass-whipping bun-haired kick ass womyn of the office. He has to learn to identify the jolly clown Floi from the vicious boss Floi. God, I pray he does soon.

My nail polish are chipped and I couldn't care more. Me no likey. It shows how overworked I am that I can't even sit down to remove it. It doesn't help that I tip-top-type on my keyboard 90 percent of my day and I have no choice but be annoyed by it.

I'm still loaded with work but I reckon it'll ease up by next week. I know Russ tagged me that seven thingy and I promise I'll do it as soon as I've cleared all the hurdles in front of me. [Geesh. That sounds eerily familiar.] Blogging isn't a luxury for me. It's a necessity. This is my only means of release. Please bear with me.

*.* as if! @ 10:58:00 AM • • RBJ

Monday, August 29, 2005

I Am Womyn

"You work so hard not to be seen as a sex object.
Before long, you're not seen at all."

- Constance Harraway
The Life of David Gale

Complaint? Not.

*.* as if! @ 12:43:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Me and Me

After watching the Prom episode of Smallville last night, there's nothing more I want to do now than to slowdance. It has been far too long. I am not entirely certain but I think the last time was actually in the brods' induction ball three years ago. Yes, that's it. Astro and I almost didn't go because we had a silly fight earlier that day. It was such a magical night. Until the brods and I burned some weed in the men's washroom. I think that was the very first time I palpitated. Tsk tsk! Booze and hemp combined is a major no-no. Haaay... Memoirs.

I remember my own Prom dances. During Junior Prom, my crushie Lloyd of my life asked me to dance after he was crowned Senior Prom King. During Senior Prom, I cried on Godfrey's shoulder as I watched my crushie Arturo dance with Mimay during OUR song. Well, it was the song we always sang as seatmates, anyway. Three months later, Godfrey became my third boyfriend.

Eeek! A freaky realization. I was head-over-heels with Godfrey for a long time until I met Arturo. Arturo made me get over Godfrey. But then, when my heart was breaking because of Arturo, it was Godfrey who comforted me. Likewise, I was head-over-heels with Ludwig for a long time until I met made me get over Ludwig. But then, when this skank was giving me a terrible time because of, it was Ludwig who comforted me. How weird is that.

Isn't it such a wonderful feeling to be single, boy-free and far from all those complications? *sigh of relief*

Gotta go back to work. Just had to let that out. ^_^

*.* as if! @ 12:31:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, August 22, 2005

Corporate Hell

All those times that I thought I have been overloaded with work seems petty compared to what I have on my shoulders now. I literally am in way over my head with tons of projects up to my neck. I. Am. Drowning.

I finally finally moved in to the staff house for good yesterday not because I want to but because I have to if I want to reserve my energy for more worthwhile tasks than travelling. I dozed off in the shuttle twice last week that I missed my stop and I had to take a jeep back. Mental exhaustion is taking is its toll.

I am taking a few minutes to rest my brain. I swear if I read another resume ridden with grammatical errors, I'm going to run screaming down the corridor. I'm looking at applicants with current positions as Vice Presidents, General Managers, Executive Assistants, and God-knows-what-other-other-top-positions and not one impressed me. It is very frustrating to see that even the executives employees look up to cannot determine subject-verb agreement.

I swear if Hotel Mets Shibuya doesn't produce an english-speaking receptionist within the next hour, I'm going to tear at my hair while gritting my teeth. How can a five-star multinational hotel not equip itself with appropriate communications?! The Japanese are very weird people. Put aside their fetish for short short pek skirts and long socks, and their fascination for huge-eyed cartoon characters, you would see there is more hilary in their culture than what whoever that was posing as Art Bell accuses the Filipinos of.

I swear if our geekoid of a lead software engineer doesn't figure out how to encash those traveller's cheques he has with him, he best not show up in the office everrr again or I'll wring his slits of eyes out of his over-inflated head. So what if you're some genius who can come up with all sorts of codes no one else could if you can't take care of your own damned self out in the real world?! I'm no genius but at least I don't need my daddy to accompany me to the embassy to apply for a visa.

I swear if that building owner doesn't get his act together soon, I'm going to burn down his beloved building down. Or maybe I'll save myself from a felony and let Boss take legal actions AGAIN. Like, hello! As if Burgundy is even worth fussing over. The facilities are no better than Summit One's except for the flattering mirrors in the elevators. If not only for it's ideal location, there's nothing grand about it. I would actually prefer Summit One because of the spectacular view of Manila bay and Makati district skyline.

Ack. Busy as a bee. I'll go around your blogs soon. I hope. I miss Friendster. If you see me online on YM and I fail to reply, please don't take it against me. This is multi-tasking at its finest.

For the meantime until I'm back up in blogging business, do visit my multiply and comment on my photos. Your comments rejuvenate my dying zest. Thank y'all! o^_^o

*.* as if! @ 2:23:00 PM • • RBJ

Friday, August 12, 2005


Pelikula @ Titus Brandsma presents:

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
Mel Stuart, USA, 1971.
100 minutes.

Chan-wook Park, South Korea, 2003.
120 minutes.

Gilles Mimouni, France, 1996.
116 minutes.

I was just blogging about not seeing the French
original of Wicker Park yet! How splendid!

Short films:

Matt Ackerman, USA 2004.
14 minutes.

KMart Confidential
Elena Oxman, USA 2002.
14 minutes.

Screenings start at 1PM at the Titus Brandsma Center.

Sorry boys, my Saturday afternoon is already booked. But, if you want to come watch with me, that would be fantastic. ^_^

Enjoy the weekend, e'ryone!

*.* as if! @ 5:57:00 PM • • RBJ

Umuwi ka na, Baby...

I have to stop singing this song sometime soon. If I don't, I'll definitely go out of my mind. I don't even have anyone to sing it to. Joketime.

Hanggang kailan ako maghihintay
Na makasama kang muli
Sa buhay kong puno ng paghihirap
At tanging ikaw lang ang
Pumapawi sa mga luha
Naglalagay ng ngiti sa mga labi

Stig ng Orange and Lemons! Theme song yata toh ng utol kong punk sa pinakamamahal niyang nobya eh. Panalo pati yung video. Lumipad pa sila ng Vietnam yata yun, basta big time kase hindi sa Pilipinas.

Pinapanood ko toh sa Myx nung humirit si Tatay na ang baduy daw ng pinapanood ko. Twilight Zone ba ito?! Nabaduyan si Tatay sa musikang aking kinahihiligan?! Umikot na kase ang gulong ng musikang Pilipino, usong-uso na naman yung EMO[tional] na lyrics na purong Tagalog. Feeling naman ni Tatay cool siya kase nakikinig siya ng Bamboo. Pwede ba...

*.* as if! @ 12:31:00 PM • • RBJ

Thursday, August 11, 2005


I haven't even filed for a leave yet! I'll prolly be sick on that day. *wink*

Too bad I can't go on the brods' anniversary on Friday coz Chevy's leaving for Cali on Saturday so it'll be our last night to hang out. Too bad because socials during the brods' anniversary are always funn.

Anyway, I'm so excited. I just can't hide it. I miss my sisses so much. I haven't been to LB since last April when I came to witness my Mark graduate.

Cayio updated me on some happenings like, when Mr. Midnight was apprehended because his tiny store turned out to be a shabu factory. He also briefed me in on this new gimik area called LB square. *sigh*

Los Baños, Los Baños, I keep coming back to Los Baños. Simply no place like Los Baños. Los Baños, I'm coming home...

*.* as if! @ 2:27:00 PM • • RBJ

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Coffee and Sympathy

I hate you Ipertz for reading my thoughts.

With apologies to Blur and Jars of Clay.

Monday night was TGIS night. Due to Loiza's call center career, the S in TGIS sometimes stands for Sunday and we sometimes become TGIM. Sundays, we go to Marbles to play billiards. Mondays, we meet up in the newly-opened Starbucks in Las Piñas. We used to hang in Figaro before that.

Mum has long found the idea of us staying in Starbucks till past midnight ridiculous. She would go on and on about wondering why I would spend a hundred pesos ++ on a cup of coffee and how a cup would take me at least three hours to consume. My answer would always be, "This is my generation. You wouldn't understand." Let's try to make her.

What is it about Starbucks? Why is it teeming with people at certain hours of the day, particularly at night? Why would anyone need coffee before going to sleep?


Starbucks does have delicious coffee. They offer a flavor for your every mood. Even if you don't drink coffee, the aroma is like the serpent to Eve, tempting her to take a sip. They have the yummiest Belgian waffles heaped with whipped cream and your choice of topping. Their glazed doughnut for a measly price of P 25 is enough to satisfy your pastry fix. Need I describe their Chocolate Dome? Nah, if I do, you'd leave your seat and make a dash to the nearest Starbs. Now, this is beginning to sound like a free ad.

I didn't use to be a coffee lover. My system and caffeine didn't mesh well. Eventually, I got the hang of it. Now, I almost crave for a Grande Caramel Frappe once in a while. One Caramel Frappucino for Floi!


You would never see a person having coffee by himself in Starbucks. It's an idea which is almost impossible, like seeing a nun in a strip joint. That is one thing about Starbucks coffee - it is best enjoyed with conversation. Perhaps, it's the other way around. Conversation is quite enjoyable over Starbucks coffee. It's an if-and-only-if situation.

People who frequent Starbucks don't just go there for the coffee. They go there to unwind after a day's work, to catch up with old friends, to socialize, or simply just chill out. They go there for the place. They go there for the conversation. They go there for the sympathy. I myself can attest to how many times my world cleared up after hanging out at Starbucks with TGIS.

You don't just pay for the coffee. You pay for the place, the ambience, the company. When you look at it that way, isn't one hundred pesos money well spent?

*.* as if! @ 1:33:00 PM • • RBJ

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Son of a Gun

You probably think this post is about you, don't you?

You're so vain.

Quit flattering yourself.

When I wrote this post, I meant I was jealous of YOU. I had to get down on my knees to ask her out but you pulled her in a jiffy. THAT was why I was seething.

If we're talking users here, has it ever occurred to you that I was using YOU?

I have what I want; go figure what it is. I have no need for you anymore.

You don't have to explain; I have no time for whatever you have to say. I have better things to do like do my nails. I couldn't care less.

Now, get out of my face.

*.* as if! @ 2:32:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, August 08, 2005

Malaka Gamoto

Elmer SMSed me last Thursday about a Hale-Spongecola-Sugarfree-MYMP gig in Mapua. In my pink Pony, puzzle-print skirt and Pringles tee, I braved the heavy drizzle. I met up with Ighie by the Manila City Hall. Tadah! The effin' gig was sold out. Ighie and I hanged around a bit in Intra when Abe called up. He and Randolf were in Xaymaca watching Session Road. Off went Ighie and I. I'm not supposed to drink any alcoholic drink because of my meds but wth, I had a couple of bottles of SML. For the very first time, I actually enjoyed being with Randolf. His sick sense of humor is actually funny once you get the hang of it. After the last set, we minus Randolf went to Malate and hanged out a bit before going home. It was 5AM.

I woke up at 6 and with an hour of sleep, I could not jumpstart my system into functioning properly. I felt like floating. When Boss left the office at 3, I rested my head on my hands folded on my desk and closed my eyes. Ew. My hand was covered with a spoonful of drool when I came back to consciousness. Officemates thought it was mighty funny. Off to badminton we went. I played a couple of games before lying on the benches. I tried hard not to doze off, though. Afterwards, we hanged out in the staff house, stuffed ourselves silly with KFC, and watched 50 First Dates. Whoa... Amber is the color of your energy. 311 makes me mind-orgasmic. By 11, I could barely keep my eyes open. I hailed a cab and finally drifted off to deep sleep in my bed by midnight.

I had no plans of going out last Saturday because I was dang broke. Pop's psychic. He knew! I even tried to deceive him that I'm just going to settle for a movie or two but he knew better. Nothing could keep me at home on a Saturday night except for bankruptcy. Chevy called me at around 7PM to meet up in ATC. They just came from the airport to drop her parents off. We watched The Wedding Crashers which was side-splitting. It was Chevy's last weekend before going back to Cali so we had to go clubbing. The original plan was Embassy. From Alabang, we took a cab to Project 8 just so Chevy can change outfits. I SMSed Randolf and he said he was going to be in Temple. The plan changed to Temple. A little wave introduced me to this cutie named Jeff who stuck by my side the rest of the night which wasn't so bad because he was cute. I met Viva Hot Babe Hazel Cabrera who is such a sweetie. Too bad it was too dark so our photos together in my phone were shitty. Oh lookee, it rhymes. Jeff dropped me off at home at 5:30AM. Ah, sleep.

And that concludes my little story. By the way, the title for this post is Greek for Fuck you, Asshole. Go figure who's the Greek guy I got it from.

*.* as if! @ 4:04:00 PM • • RBJ

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Lovers and Friends

I come from a coed barkada [peer group] of equal ratio. There is Loiza, Julie, Carmen, Ikang, Aising, Jeff, Alvin, Chris, Arturo, Erick and Nog. Six girls and six boys. They've been my friends for four years now and they've seen me through it all - the sadness, the happiness, the failures and the triumphs. I could not imagine me being myself without them. They played a major role in my journey of self-discovery. I consider myself lucky to be part of such a solid group. Solid TGIS. TGIS is what we call ourselves because we started out with going out on Saturdays which became a routine that even with our separate busy schedules, we move mountains just to meet.

It has always been an issue with us why it is so easy for us girls to tag our lovers [boyfriends or flings] along but it's not for the boys. When we go out, it is more likely one of the girls with an escort rather than one of the boys with his girl in tow. Either that, or we girls would be present but one of the boys would not be because his girlfriend did not allow him. What the hey is that?! We don't have a hard time asking for permission from our own parents once we tell them we're going out with our group but the girlfriends would play Mother Hen.

What is it with these girls? Sometimes, we girls think that the exact reason they don't allow our boys is the fact that they ARE with us. How insecure can you get? So, the relationships in our group haven't been platonic throughout; but, we're adults now and all that romance is behind us along with our juvenile ways. We are still the juvenile delinquents we used to be except we're no longer juveniles.

I like to believe that the friendship I have with these people is one that would surpass time and distance and it would accompany me till my last breath but how would that be possible if the guys are taken away one by one by the girls they love more than they do us? These are the girls they would want to marry, to build a family with, to spend the rest of their lives with. These are the girls who would, in front of God and their loved ones, vow to understand, cherish and love them as long as they live. Is the possiblity of fulfilling this vow evident in the way they are not respecting our boys' friendship with us?

I personally have camaraderie with my boys' friends. I stay friends with them even after the relationship. It's a matter of not burning bridges. I consider it a good sign when a boy introduces me to his friends. It tells me he's proud of me as his girl and that what is his is mine also. Isn't a relationship with freedom more likely to be honest rather than a relationship with constraints? In order to be with TGIS, our boy-friends end up lying to their girlfriends about their whereabouts. It doesn't make us happy because as girls ourselves, we know the feeling of being lied to and it isn't pleasant.

There shouldn't ever be a choice between lovers and friends. It's like apples and oranges. Guys, when a girl makes you choose, walk away. Any girl who does isn't worth losing your friends for. Nothing is worth losing friends for. Girls, trust your men. You're safest when he's with his friends. You're safest when your guy is with TGIS.

*.* as if! @ 11:47:00 AM • • RBJ

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Another Day for You & Me in Paradise

I am a city girl. I live a city life. The urban spirit dwells in me. One attempt at surviving the rural lifestyle left me with defeat. Three years was the longest possible time I could reside away from the city; it even included going home on weekends. [read: UPLB]

On the other hand, I'm truly madly deeply addicted to the beach and the outdoors. It lets me shake off the stress. It is my ideal vacation. Puerto Galera is a good five-hour travel from Las Piñas which makes it an ideal destination for me. I can go there on a Saturday and be fulfilled when I go home the next day, with a little more free time to rest the travel off for Monday work.

Story I:
Last Saturday, I met two little girls, both aged twelve - Mary Queen and Kristina. They first approached us while we were having lunch. They were trying to sell us anklets and bracelets. P5.00 each; two free if we buy ten. I bought ten. Then, they offered to braid my hair for P300.00. I told them to braid it for P250.00 and they got themselves a deal. It took them a while to decide because the price I bid was too cheap considering the length of my hair. It is about two inches above the waist. Next, they offered to take us on a hike to Aninuan Falls for P300.00. Hours later, we accepted the offer.

It turns out that Mary Queen and Kristina live near the falls, deep into the woods. We had to take a trike to the foot of the mountain. From there, it was an hour hike to the falls. AN HOUR HIKE. It was an adventure for us Manila Girls; it is a lifestyle for them Mindoro girls. We passed by some Mangyan people and their lifetyle is even more humbling. I tried to restrain myself from slipping and to stifle my shriek everytime I do. I thought it was embarrassing because these little girls hopped from rock to rock with much ease. I hate the feeling of being the less skilled.

At the end of the day, I was more than happy to hand the girls the eight hundred pesos. It was a low cost happiness for the tough lifestyle they have.

Story II:
During Galera I with my girls, we craved for green mangoes. After walking awhile, we saw an old lady carrying a bucketful slung over her left arm. At P2.00 a pop, we were only going to buy one for each of us. But the sight of her slouching due to the weight of the bucket shot daggers through my heart so I bought 10 mangoes. She even gave me extra two as hiling [bonus].

I gave her fifty pesos but she returned only twenty pesos. When I asked her for the additional ten pesos, she told me I bought ten mangoes at P3.00 each. My nose flared. She must have mistaken me for being too gentle. I impatiently reminded her of the P2.00 a pop she told me and when she must have realized that I'm not giving my ten pesos away just like that, she came up with two five-peso coins.

Tsk Tsk! The facade of helpless old lady wouldn't work with me. She's a swindler underneath. Pshhh... If she didn't end up lying to get my ten pesos, I would've whole-heartedly given it to her as tip. I might have even given her the whole change.

*.* as if! @ 2:58:00 PM • • RBJ

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Three Years in the Making

No, Cayio, I'm not talking about that FPJ movie.

My Galera weekend was superb. Fun fun time. The best things happen unplanned.

I went with Chevy, her boyfriend Miko, her cousin Elaine and Elaine's best friend Darl. Needless to say, by the looks of it, I would eventually end up playing fifth wheel which I DIDN'T because being out of place is just not possible with me. Fed was supposed to go with us with two of his friends but he had to flake out to do some things for his thesis. Oh well. Funny, though, coz I chatted with him yesterday and when I told him how much fun I had with Cayio, all he can say was, "Shit! Ako dapat yun." Bwahahaha!

It was almost 4PM last Saturday when Elaine, Darl and I decided to hike up to Aninuan Falls. We passed by a lane of cottages when I heard someone call my name. I strained to see but I didn't recognize who it was so I just ignored it. When the three of us were on our way back to the beach, someone called me again and it turned out to be Cayio. [Do visit his blog. He has quite entertaining posts. To think that he only used to ask for pointers from me regarding speech and grammar makes him brilliant.]

I met him as Julian Mizal in our Speech Comm class with Ma'am Buyser. It was one of the most fun and unforgettable classes I took. I had a crush on Cayio then, and it turned out, he also had a crush on me but I was already with Astro. He thought my crush was Romnick coz he's mestizo and drives an orange GSR. It's always been Cayio coz he has that jumbolilit aura.

This has got to be the cutest Somewhere-down-the-road story ever ever ever. *sighing with dreamy eyes*

To sum it up, I finally achieved my goals for Galera I. I got sunburned, got high, got drunk, got laid, and forgot everything else.

Boy, I'm digging your energy
And I'm digging what you're telling me
So I wrote this little melody
And dedicate it to my favorite lover


Me and my name-dropping habits. I'll prolly get in trouble again if Cayio's ex Jaizle thought of yahoo-ing or googling his name.

*.* as if! @ 1:19:00 PM • • RBJ

Monday, August 01, 2005

Movies Galore

Harris' gift to moi for his comeback. Oh and Den's also.^_^

1. Total number of films I own on tape/VCD/DVD:

- Aaack. I dunno NOW. Gimme until later to count.

2. The last film I bought:

- Been too long! Mum's the one who mostly buys. Gimme until later to check.

3. The last film I watched:

- Let me see. I don't remember also. Sorry, Harris. I'm not answering this well enough.

4. The five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:

- This one's easy.

Vanilla Sky
My all-time favorite. Why? It features a grotesque Tom Cruise and yet, his sex appeal is high as ever! This movie has inculcated in me a hundred useful philosophies in life. Every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around. Plus, I'm a sucker for those unconventional films that don't follow the usual chronology of events. Many didn't appreciate this film. I say only the intellectually-endowed would coz only they could follow the twists.

My Sassy Girl
The Korean film that prolly started the Korean craze. The man very dear to my heart who gave me a copy told me I'll always be his sassy girl. o^_^o

A Beautiful Mind
Fantastic acting by Russel Crowe. This also proved to me that imaginary friends do exist. [Huh?!] hihihi... Even the greatest minds could not define L-O-V-E.

This is a brilliant two-part film that used dark humor to present ugly human ideas that will definitely tickle your imagination and awareness. The multiple ironies in this film make it a worthy entry at the Cannes Fim Festival. Nigga, fuck me hard.

Wicker Park
Josh Hartnett. Love Story. Unconventional chronology. Stalker. And they lived happily ever after... Need I elaborate further?^_^ I haven't seen the French version, though. Nobody said it was easy. It's such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard. Oh take me back to the start.

5. Seven people I'm interested in knowing their preference in movies:


*.* as if! @ 4:18:00 PM • • RBJ


I'll be seeing you. Goodnight.

Find me here:


Palabras Finales

Remember me when you hear this

sleeps with butterflies ~ tori amos

Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live?
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat?
I won't push you unless you have a net

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy

Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl, this girl

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy

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