breaking up is hard to do
Remember this song by the Beatles? I'm 100% sure that when this song became a hit, it's either I haven't been culminated yet or I'm still on breastfeeding.
But then again, it all became reminiscent when we watched "The Break-Up" over the weekend.
The movie was inspiring. Not that I am advertising it because I'm in a relationship, but hey, it calls more to couples than it is to singletons. But then again, it's a movie where relationship lessons are learned by everyone - single or attached.
Crissy, her boyfriend Lolo, me and my boyfriend decided to meet up last Saturday afternoon at Seattle's Best Greenbelt to catch the flick. The couple came from a wedding meeting, as part of the business we were setting up. Earlier in the day, it was Lolo and my boyfriend's opening day for their company's sportsfest. It was even my boyfriend who did the sportsmanship oath taking. They also had a presentation and a basketball wherein the team won both.
So, moving on to the movie.
We took the 7:20 pm screening time and this I have to say, Vince Vaugh is hilarious. The movie actually is a romantic comedy, but is of course deeper than the standard norm of stories.
Halfway through the movie, the movie house became stiff silent because everyone was really hanging on to each dialogue the actors are saying. You see, the story is about a couple who lives together in this amazing condo. No, they're not yet married. But the stress of everyday life is starting to take its toll in their relationship and things started heating up when Gary (Vince Vaugh) started taking Brooke (Jennifer Aniston) and the things she does for the relationship for granted. Not to mention the relationship itself in general.
The movie has shown the general picture of a guy and a girl in a committed relationship:
- Guy works, gets home, sits in the couch, picks up the Play Station, oblivious if there's even food for dinner, stands up when the girl calls him to eat. Simple, uncomplicated life.
while...
- Girl works, after work goes grocery shopping for dinner, stops by a florist to buy flowers for the table, gets home, cooks dinner, sets the table, cleans the house, eat dinner with guy, wash the dishes after. Work, work and more work.
The movie showed how a relationship can most of the times be unbalanced and it's the girl who is doing most of the "work".
Halfway through the movie, I was crying my eyes out especially during a scene when Brooke was crying in her room because Gary did not show up at the concert she bought them tickets for. Everything poured out in that scene. Her frustration with him. How she cares so much about him and the relationship and yet she gets nothing back. How he doesn't appreciate the things she does for him - from making his meal, preparing his clothes, how he never asks for what she wants but rather assumes that she will like what he likes.
Shocked as I was, my boyfriend was compassionate when he saw me crying uncontrollably. I guess somehow, he also finally understood what everything is all about.
When the movie was done, most of the girls who watched have blood shot eyes from crying, hahaha.
love for the croc
When someone says she loves bags, she probably owns more than 5, close to 10, almost 20.Well for me, loving bags would be an understatement. I ADORE bags! I'm completely obsessed. Like a fan to his idol, like a devotee to his religion, like a guy to his girl. That's describing my love for bags.
I really don't know how my adoration came about. I do remember my childhood days when I'm very particular in buying my schoolbags. My mom would tell me she'll go out and buy it alone for me, but I would argue with her and insist I go. I want to choose my own bag. Not only that, I'm very particular with how it will look like when I carry it. Take note, this is me talking 7 years in my life. Quite weird if I may say so.
So, that probably triggered my quest for bags. I've been the bag fashionista all throughout highschool, changing different bags almost everyday. I have my schoolbags, my Friday bags, my weekend bags, my mall bags, e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-ng.
My "collection" span to almost 80 to 100 bags during that time. And I'm only in highschool!! This I can say, I didn't buy all of those, of course. Since all my relatives and friends know my love for bags, they always give me one as a gift during special occassions. Apart from the ones I buy on my own, those given to me added to my vast empire.
College opened my world to an even bigger "playing" field. I found myself hanging around some people who share my love for bags. That made it the best times of my life. Shopping became our hobby (not that it isn't already). Now, it's come to a point that buying one is a stress relief for me. It makes me happy when I'm depressed. Looking at them neatly hanging and tucked away in my room makes me feel secure, like I can conquer anything with them. It's like an addictive fix. It makes me smile just knowing.
Lately, I've been fixated in Lacoste bags. For the past months, I've accumulated 6 already. 1 small navy cotton pique handcarry; 1 small black nylon pique handcarry; 1 small navy cotton striped handcarry; 1 medium red nylon pique shoulder bag; 1 medium khaki nylon pique handcarry and 1 medium gray cotton shoulderbag. My babies :)
This is apart from the 4 other "older" ones I've bought over the years. Had 2 red ones in college, 1 black pique doctor's bag handcarry and 1 navy pique handcarry, both of which I alternately used during my 1st year as a working girl, among others that I interchange every so often.Yet, I'm still planning on buying one. This time, it's a large red nylon pique shoulder bag. It's the only one Lacoste has that comes is a square-type shape, unlike most of their collection that's either round or oval. I actually have 1 reserved already :)
Yeah, yeah, I know. This is too much!! I end up blowing my paycheck to cater to this obsession of mine. It may seem that I buy bags on a regular basis but I actually don't. I treat myself once in a while specially when I'm feeling down, stressed, sad/depressed, like when I'm upset about something, or had a fight with my boyfriend.
This has become an outlet for me. My bags will always be there. They will always be there even if they're old and worn out. Unless you give them away or lose them (which I don't plan on doing so), they will stay with you no matter what. Unlike people, they don't give you disappointments. They carry your life for you.
So, here I am, ever so enthusiastic. I've gotten my new bag and it's just what I hoped it to be!
ho.hum.
Wait and waiting.
Waiting for that someone you're meant to be with.
Waiting not for the perfect one but for the right one.
Waiting to give your whole heart.
Waiting to take the risk.
Waiting and waiting...Until time has passed and you just realized she is gone - the only person you want to be with
Brilliantly painful.
what does it feel like
...to slow dance with warm arms around you
...to get hugged without asking
...to get kissed without insisting
...to be touched lovingly on the face
...to hold hands while walking in the midnight breeze
...to sit aboard a yacht, sunkisses on your face
...to live alone, be fully independent
...to be blissfully happy, in every sense of the word
...to be carefree, even for a day
...to be loved, with no questions
...to have someone love you more than you love him
...to fall in love without hesitation, without doubt
...to feel completely complete finally
love everlasting
You bleed. You hurt.
Yet you take it all in, absorb and move on.
You hope for all the very best.Yet your heart screams no more.You love someone so deeply, you give yourself, your soulYet when hurt, the pain seems endless.
You understand every anger, every problem, every depressionYet you let yours kept in the dark.
You wish for him to look at you differently, lovingly
Yet you are left with nothing but your own love, your own heart.You give yourself willingly, sacrifice as much as you can
Yet you can only do so much, for someone who is blind to see it all.You pray for his happiness, with you and your life together
Yet every journey you fail, you cry and you break.You wish you can give him all that he is looking for
Yet it seems he is never satisfied at all.
You cry your eyes out at night, 'till you feel the pain no more
Yet he is out there, unwary of your heartaches.You hope for a little hug, a little kiss, that will make it all go away
Yet like his heart, he's not willing to share any.
He gives up on you when the going gets tough
Yet you hold on for the sake of your love...
the weekend that was....ikalawang bugso
Saturday: Run Forest Run!
The next day, my boyfriend and I spent the afternoon watching Forest Gump on DVD.
He fetched me at Glorietta and we had lunch at the best and the original Sinangag Express at BF Paranaque. I had the Adsilog (adobo, sinangag at itlog) and he had his usual Bangsilog (bangus, sinangag at itlog). It was very satisfying and never fails to fill our appetite. Nothing beats it and shame on those who try to mimic it.
And since we’re already at BF, we then headed afterwards at Conti’s for some Mango Bravo. Sha nag-suggest nun ah, hindi ako *wink*wink*. Of course, the best tasting dessert did not let us down. We even saw Eula Valdez there, looking good as ever, according to my boyfriend (jealousy stirring up, please!).
I haven’t watched Forest Gump yet, and I know some of you might say I’m missing half of my life by that. I forgot why I didn’t watch it before. Anyways, it was a pretty cool movie. Funny even. Tom Hanks is brilliant with that Alabama accent of his. And the storyline is interesting.
Too bad the DVD failed us by cutting off the rest of the final scenes. Bloody pirates!!! So my Forest Gump experience wasn’t complete at all. To my consolation, at least I get to understand Bubba Gump, the resto, better :)
Later on, my boyfriend was supposed to play some basketball, but since it was raining outside, I opted to ask Crissy where she was. She told me last night she’ll be watching another movie with her boyfriend, Lolo. But she texted me that that plan did not push through. So she instead went to Pogs’ house, where Jops already is.
So off we went, but had to stop by Lots A Pizza to buy some dinner. It’s also my first time to taste this and it was quite good. We had the Great Manhattan, in extra large size since we’ll be splitting it into 5 among us. We also bought chips when we further chit chat in the evening.
When we arrived at Pogs’ house, and after our grub, we went on to watch some “home videos” of our escapades, which mostly was shot during the summer. Everything was hilarious!!! God, I miss those times.
We bid goodbye after a few hours and and my boyfriend took me home....
the weekend that was
kakabato....
That was how my weekend went. No qualms there since I needed the r n' r anyways. Well, it wasn't super boring. It was actually kinda nice to just spend quality time with a special person.
Friday Night: Last Full Show
Pogs, Jops, Crissy, Lolo, me and my boyfriend all went to see a last full show of "Lady in the Water" by M. Night. We were all kinda anxious and curious to watch it since M. Night had a string of weirdly interesting movies.
Prior to us watching, the four of us, Pogs, Jops, Crissy and me hang out at Glorietta since Lolo and my boyfriend is still at their basketball practice somewhere in Bicutan. Besides, we still have several hours to kill before the screening time.
We had our dinner at Burger King, primarily because we don't want to splurge on dinner. Ika nga ni Pogs, what's more important is the chit chat and the company (naks!). So we hung out at the fast food joint for at least 2 hours, talking endlessly and reminiscing past bonding sessions we had. We even recounted the times when my boyfriend and I weren't a couple yet and there was this girl who is dead set of making him her boyfriend. Guess who won??? Nyahahaha (bad lean, slap slap).
So after stuffing ourselves with the much needed MSG, we headed to Food Choices for dessert. We scoured the place to find a decent dessert stall but to no avail. Nothing quite nice to satisfy our sweet cravings. Then I suddenly remembered the big chocolate chip cookie I bought with Moja at Seattle's Best Coffee. I opted to eat just that and shared it with Crissy. Pogs and Jops on the other hand bought Taco Ilocano, a take on the native empanada with an Ilocano twist. It had sprouts, meat, longganisa and egg. We had a bite and it was tasty. Very unique indeed!
After a short while, Lolo and my boyfriend finally arrived and just in time for the screening. As we settled in our seats and the movie started, we later on realized that the movie is non-sense. As in walang kwenta. It's safe to say that this movie is the biggest disappointment for an M. Night creation. It is supposed to be mababaw since it is based on his bedtime story, but then again, when you got to see several of his films already, you have this high expectation of his notable twists and uncanny plots.
We left the movie laughing on how the ridiculous that went and what a waste of money it was. Pogs even said that Pido Dida 2 is a better movie. Hahahahahaha.....
rants and rants
Let's face it, people tend to be hedonistic at some point in their lives, one way or another. Who doesn't like to indulge in the pleasures of life?
I hate my stomach. And I know I'm getting fatter by the minute probably because of a lot of reasons:
* I have all these cravings which I later on satisfy
* I have such a sweet-tooth
* I've been skipping gym lately due to other commitments
* We have a routine snack time at the office, which of course is mainly due to stress
* It's such a pleasure to eat with my boyfriend because he said he loves me no matter how i will look like (aaaww)
So there, I'm fast becomming too hedonistic and it seems like its getting harder to control.
Mind you, I don't binge. Neither do I stuff myself over my limit. I'm also not a big fan of carbs since I very seldom eat rice or bread. I even tend to skip meals which I know is bad. But hey, looking at the mirror every morning and getting disgusted with how you look like probably rings alarm bells that there might be a problem somewhere.
I've just been slothing with my regular dose of excercise, which my boyfriend often reminds me of. It's just that I get really bored at the gym, specially in my case where I go alone all the time. It would probably be nice to have a gym buddy. Too bad my closest friends either despise the gym, has no money to sign up for one, works really far off Makati or is just lazy to do so.
I'm not obese and nor am I on the brink of it. I'm just perpetually health conscious but not to the point of counting every single calorie intake.
Then again, it's probably just vanity :)
step it up!
Ever watched She's The Man (which I am blogging on in couple of days; better late then never)?
Ever laid your eyes on the fantabulously hunky Channing Tatum? He played Duke there, the hottie football player who fell in love with Viola, the character of Amanda Bynes.
Well this summer, he's set out to lead in yet another cool movie, Step Up.
The girl he's close to smooching? His real-life girlfriend, Jenna Dewan. Lucky bitch, hehe :D
It's still coming soon when I last saw its trailer so I'm guessing this August 11 opening is for the US.
Truth be told, I am actually surprised of our latest Channing findings (our means the BC girls). Check it out:
* Used to be a choreographer (such a turn-on when a guy dances well)
* Choreographed for several hip hop music videos (check out www.channing-tatum.com)
* Indicated in this "official" site that his sexuality is BISEXUAL (let it out girls, oooows?)
* Grew up in Alabama (southern breed)
More on the official website.....
Even with all these shocking facts, I am still dead-set on watching the flick. Hey, he's still eye candy, don't you agree? *wink*wink*
dawn of a new day
a new day, a new blog :)
so, welcome!
i've been an avid writer for quite some time but i'm using a different vehicle so now, here i am in the official blog world of the era.
i've been a writer all my life. this i can say have been with me since i was a lil kid. i've been part of the school newspapers, gazette, newsletters and so on. so i'm guessing i'm kinda good at this part.
writing to me is the most effective outlet. the only medium where people can easily understand who i am, where i'm coming from, why my opinions are so, what i'm thinking, feeling, wondering, wishing...everything.
i'm like michelle trachtenberg in the movie harriett the spy, who always carries with her a notebook. i'ts like this security blanket which allows you to quickly capture a snippet of life.
i am going to love this!
how meeting the right person changes everything
it's that one chance, one moment, when you know that yes, you have met him.
