girlandia

Finally, i had my hair done. Thanks to Dexter, my stylist who refused to cut my hair short. No more bad hair days. Only, flippin' and bangin' my red head. The color was actually Dex's choice - a combination of Ash Brown and Burgundy, so when highlighted, it produces a golden, reddish radiance. In short, it's Christmas in February! Falala-lala-lalah!

I had been pretty busy lately. Busy catching up with rest and sleep during the day. I feel rejuvenated. Now, no more sleepless days. I had more time watching downloaded movies. I had the chance to watch my favorite mushy flicks again, which includes, Sweet Home Alabama,Freaky, Friday, Fools Rush In, Mean Girls and of course, ConAir!


And I get to watch something new, too. In The Land of Women.



It is actually a 2007 film where Adam Brody (Carter). plays the role of a heartbroken young man who decides to take time off by hibernating in a suburban place with his grandmother. Aside from taking the responsibility of taking care of his folk, he gets to meet Meg Ryan (Sarah) and her daughters which got him caught up in an emotional web.

It gave me some thoughts to figure out. There aren't enough men in the world. All through my school days, the ratio of girls versus boys is 2:1. The bi's and the gays are flourishing, so that is a big loss to the machismo population. This makes a land of women, indeed. Now, would it be okay for all women to share their men with the others? How I wish I could say, I don't mind, but if I would readily agree to this, I am definitely out of my mind. (No way, Jose!!!)

How about being a woman? Men thinks its easy being us. Why not go through a post partum? Or give birth to a nine-pound baby, naturally? Perhaps, they would learn to behave themselves, and know when to pop their balls out of their pants. I do not mean to generalize, but this is a bitter reality - men are just boys grown tall.

Too little men. Too little time. Love 'em. Keep 'em for as long as you can.

mad girl's love song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

by Sylvia Plath

For Melody, who's mad as ever...but a girl? That's better left in question. Hehehe!Just kidding my dear Melody fair...you are just more man that those substance abusers who couldn't even face their fears. Go girl. Sing the maddest love song, for I know in the end, you will have the loudest laugh.

just this

Yesterday, i had the worst day and the best cry. It was an extraodinary day, indeed, because it will never happen again. I never felt drowned and floating at the same time. I was just - heartbroken.

looking alike

Just trying my luck of finding my long lost siblings!

"hush now... dear Marie," says unfortunate me

It's cold. I cannot stay long in my terminal because of the cold. Although, I've got my denim jacket, I am still chilling. I would rather stay out there in the lobby where it is a little warm and smoky.

For the past two days, I have been feeling skeptical. Not only feeling. In fact, advocating skepticism. Is it a hangover of the season, or I just could not accept entirely, that again, I am being taught my lesson the hard way.

Pehaps, I needed a little warmth - little reassurance that I am being loved and somehow not being denied, even to people who already know.

Marie and were talking about some uncertainties. I am so sorry my dear friend. I didn't mean to be so mean, and leave you hopeless. I should be telling you that on Sunday, you are going to be alright. But instead, I have been blurting out my own hurts and disappointments. It just so happened that we have the same, "different" plight. It is me who's currently being disillusioned.

We are both afraid of the same things - to be laughed at when left. Simply because when we pledged our so-called love, we are so proud of it. And it was a good thing that Hec, too, is proud of your relationship. He never claimed that he is single when you are around. :-( It was never a one-way honor.

My dear friend, it's not gonna be long and all of these will come to rest. Though Sunday holds a possible misfortune, just think about those kisses and embraces amidst the crowd. You have all the reason to hold on.

Just two steps behind, girlfriend!

drink moderately

"To see the best side of others is a great gift."
-St. Marie Eugenie Milleret, Foundress of the Assumption

From silence, I have learned so much. It taught me things that I need not hear. My new year was quiet - but i did not miss the fireworks.

This year has a lot to offer, but what have I got for the year? Give up smoking? I have given that up...well, somehow I still steal intimate moments with the butt. C'mon, total abandonment is never easy. Be a vegetarian? I don't want to be a hypocrite, but i am no herbivore. Of course, I try. I will never give up on something that would be beneficial to my health. How about shopping? With the scarcity of time and funds, that would leave me choiceless. Had that change of heart long before my five-figure monthly income dropped down to four.

Perhaps, take it easy on myself. Be less stringent with myself and do not expect that I could change the unchangeable...like, give up after three trials. Be a little late, and do not wait in vain for those who always are. Keep being apathetic to those who does not, in anyway, contribute a little to my life. Have started it before the end of the year, so I just have to carry it on. Don't try too hard. Do what I got to do and stop going the extra mile, its just tiresome.

Been striving for excellence since time immemorial. Unreasonable, though. There are only a few gifted people who could have a hint of my best. Everyone's trudging the sidewalk. I better join them, too.

Love in a safe mode. Whew! This one I have to hit my real stubborn heart - real hard.

listen to what i am not saying

To refuse an offer is an insult.

Yeah, right. Lately, I have been getting a lot of these...not the offers. Puts my patience to the test, but my spirit in condemnation of waking up. Nowadays, it is but necessary to think a thousand and twice before offering any kind of caring. It is more than an insult to be driven away by the people you care about (...please, am trying so hard to be skeptical...). Damn, it hurts like hell.

I do not give up just like that. Often, I am passive because I hate arguments, but it doesn't mean that I do not feel unappreciated. I am more sensitive than I apparently am. I may have less demands, but it does not mean that I am not needy. Most especially, when I am silent it does not mean I do not have anything to say.

Hearing almost the same things from a friend, I have come to a conclusion: you will never know what you have, unless you loose it.

dishwashing waterloo

Over time, I had to battle with one of the things that women (men say) are made for: washing dishes!

My parents used to train us doing household chores when we were younger. They would assign a dishwasher at the certain time of the day. And I always end up getting dinner time as my share. Of all the meals in my family, dinner is the only meal where we are mostly complete. So that means, there are more dishes to wash. I used to argue about this - but to no avail...because I'd be in school at lunch time, anyway.

I don't know, but there is something about this chore that I just do not like. I would prefer doing the laundry, than getting soaked in the sink. So, I am thinking of saving up for a dishwashing machine. Thank you, for technology has a way of saving me from my misery.

On second thought, it must be expensive. I had to make a choice between two pairs of class A Prada immitation shoes, or the machine that would end my whinings. Whew! Tough one. But I guess, I had to take advantage of the footwear.

I could always moisturize my hands, anyway...or insist on fastfood and paper plates. :-)