Sunday, September 30, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 16

It's the last day of September and it also happens to be my parents' 27th wedding anniversary. 27 years! Amazing, ain't it.

To you, Mom and Dad -- remember that love transcends all. It may not be everything you need (that song, no matter how beautifully written, is bull, you and I know that), but it has certainly gotten you this far. Congratulations and I pray you guys bask in each other's love for many years more. I love you!!!

Now it's time for some Unconscious Mutterings...

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?
  1. Crook :: Hamburglar
  2. Career :: passion + work
  3. Freckles :: sunkissed
  4. Scramble :: eggs
  5. Mistake :: Do, or do not; there is no try. ~ Master Yoda
  6. Telephone :: chordless
  7. Thank you :: can't say it enough
  8. Obstruction :: of justice
  9. 24/7 :: McDonald's food delivery -- I miss it!
  10. SciFi :: Star Wars

Saturday, September 29, 2007

My Top 5: TV Characters I Wanna Be Friends With

For someone who surfs through only 7 [cable] channels, I have to admit I spend too much time in front of the TV (I have incurable insomnia. What can I say, It helps me sleep). That said, I also have to confess how bad I want to have some of these TV characters be my friends. Which ones? Well, I have my top five right here:

5. the F.R.I.E.N.D.S. friends, you know, the whole Central Perk gang -- except I think I could do without Ross. He just marries and knocks up women.

4. Barney Stinson and Marshall Eriksen from How I Met Your Mother. Need I say more.

3. Dr. House from, well, House. I thought it would be so cool to have a doctor friend like him.

2. A tie between Jack and Karen from Will & Grace, and Marc and Amanda from Ugly Betty. I need a gay best friend and a stuck-up bff, don't I?

1. Hiro Nakamura from Heroes. I just love my geeks!

Friday, September 28, 2007

The Most Disturbing Music Video Ever

Hmm I'm sure the director of this video (or the band?!) is trying to get a point across, but I just think the guy with the mustache is too creepy...among other things. Banging against an inanimate object, the bellybutton, the fertility dance peep show. Ayayay.

This song is called Diane by the band Therapy? -- yeah, there is a question mark, don't ask.

Have a little look-see and let me know what YOU think about it. Creepy, man. Just creepy.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Blogging Against Abuse: International Justice Mission

On September 10, Switchfoot held a concert here in Manila for the benefit of the International Justice Mission. As a fan of their music and their convictions, I was glad I could help out just by being there. Proceeds of the concert helped fund the educational and legal assistance of more than 100 children assisted by the IJM.

The IJM is a non-profit organization that documents and monitors conditions of abuse and oppression, educates the public, and mobilizes intervention on behalf of the victims. The Manila office provides free legal, investigative, and social work assistance to abused or exploited children in the National Capital Region.

To get more information on how you can help in this worthwhile cause, please visit the IJM website.
Awareness is the first step to fighting abuse. Open your eyes and get involved.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

SitCom: Situation Complicated 1

After watching The Break-Up, Forget Paris, Knocked Up, and Gwen Stefani's 4 In The Morning music video in one seating, I thought to myself "enough is enough!" Essentially, break ups are caused by miscommunication (given that he/she hasn't cheated already). She says one thing, he hears another, he says something back, ends up hurting her feelings, she cries and kicks him out. It's just sad, right?

This is how I see it: us girls, we just want to feel safe, special, and be appreciated for the things we do for our partners. While guys just want things to be straight-forward, direct to the point, no dillydallying. There's nothing wrong with wanting a little appreciation, nor wanting things to be simple as can be. But if you put subject A (e.g. le femme) together with subject B (e.g. le dude) without clearing all communication barriers, things are bound to get ugly (with the exception of sex, which can be ugly, too, I guess, but that's his/her own preference really).

So I thought, in the course of my blogging, I'd share some things with you all that may (or may not) come in handy someday -- The SitCom Series (short for, you guessed it, Situation Complicated). Don't forget to read the disclaimer, because, well, just read it anyway. I hope men and women out there realize that relationships are supposed to be nurtured and that everybody deserves a second chance -- except for the shmuck that cheats, lies, and basically does nothing when their damsel is in distress.

DISCLAIMER: All characters, names, situations, and places used are purely fictitious. They are written for the purposes of enlightenment, criticism, and/or sheer entertainment. Any similarity to real people is simply coincidence. So get off my case already.

Situation Complicated: Your girlfriend/wife/partner/friend-with-benefits is on bed arrest because of the flu. Has been for days, the poor dear. You...

A) Call her up, make sure she's alright. Ask her if she wants you to hang around and care for her and stuff. Of course, she'll say no, because she wouldn't want you to catch whatever she has (that, or she doesn't want you to see her look like crap). So you agree with her and promise to come visit when she's all better;

B) Send her some flowers (don't forget to sign the card); or

C) Send thoughtful text messages while you're at work, swing by that Chinese restaurant you guys love so much, get some delish soup to go, serve it to your ailing loved one in bed, and snuggle with her after anyway. That's right -- snot, tangled hair, bad breath and all.

Answer: B was a decoy. Flowers would cheer us up on any other given day, but you probably shouldn't waste a perfectly fab boquet when our sinuses are acting up. Just a suggestion. So the best answer would have to be C -- caring message, Chinese take-out, canoodling. The three C's that might just save your equally ailing relationship.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Manic Monday: Kit

When I saw this week's Manic Monday topic, the first thing that came to mind was KITT (OK, so that's not how it's spelled exactly, but it still works, right?), Michael Knight's uber cool wheels from the 80's TV show Knight Rider. I swear, I wanted a car like that for years. I had my Barbie dolls, a little kitchen play set, my pink tutu with matching ballet slippers, and an image of the perfect car in my head -- the Knight Industries Two Thousand. I can't believe I still remember that.

Of course my parents didn't get me one; they said it would only make my little brother think they loved me more. Well, he still believed that anyway.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 15

This is my 100th post -- yay! Something worth celebrating, don't you think? With a cup of dark chocolate ice cream maybe? Well, not for another couple days or so. I'm still sick and my fever's gone up to 39 degrees. Damn you, Pete.

Anyway, it's time for unconscious mutterings. No fever or natural calamity can stop me from posting today -- except if the electricity went out. With my luck, I better do this fast.

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Singles :: pre-sliced cheese
  2. Blaze :: hot surge of an unwanted fever
  3. Sandwich :: Philly cheese steak
  4. Outside :: I miss it
  5. Gooey :: my snot (sorry about that)
  6. Industry :: music
  7. Exclusive :: monogamy
  8. Warranty :: check the disclaimer!
  9. Magical :: fairy godmother
  10. Heels :: Manolo Blahnik

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Cooties And Duties Don't Mix

I am sick as a puppy. I also happen to have three more weddings to go to this year, two of which I am seriously part of the entourage (always the maid of honor, never the bride) while the other one, well, I think my boyfriend just volunteered me to do the bride's makeup. I'm supposed to meet the first couple tonight (Serra-Aguna Nuptials, 18 Oct 2007) to sort out the program for their reception and get the invitations. I am also getting together with the other couple to talk about fabric and music (Samson-Pardo Nuptials, 14 Dec 2007). Thank goodness these weddings won't happen for weeks.

I've been having trouble sleeping these past few days as it is; with a clogged nose and a troublesome cough, well, you do the math. Just when I started a healthier lifestyle, I get the cooties -- I think I may have gotten it from Pete of Fall Out Boy.

Speaking of Fall Out Boy, here's a clip from the concert the other night. *sniff* *blow* *cough* *spit* Enjoy.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Not-Close Encounter With The Fall Out Boy Kind

My throat is scratchy, eyes a little misty, and my mouth still a-gaping from the sight of Pete Wentz's uber-low belly tattoo and butt crack. I have to admit, sitting way up on the stands is a pretty humbling experience. Serves me right for raising a brow at the people in the nosebleed section in the past. Never again. Never again.

Needless to say, the Fall Out Boy concert held last night at the Araneta Coliseum was phenom. It would've been better if I was seated at least 5 rows away from the stage, but I'm beyond complaining at this point. I had fun, my friends had fun (I think they did), and the band did a pretty spectacular show. Flying from towering speakers like weightless ninjas on crack, spinning uncontrollably with their snazzy wireless guitars and undoubtedly insured body parts, throwing random stage elements out into the sea of people, taking off items of clothing and catapulting them into the crowd to appease the females (and the effeminate, too, of course), jumping into the mosh pit (well, Pete was actually carried by this really huge dude and HE kind of...offered Pete to the fans then carried him back to the stage) -- like I said, great show.

There's nothing like catching a rock concert on a weeknight...

Thursday, September 20, 2007

It's Its There Their They're


Frizzy got 10/10 questions correct.

It's pretty obvious that she doesn't make basic grammatical errors. (aww, shucks, not always)
If anything, she's annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs. (err)
As far as people with bad grammar go, she knows they're only human. (of course! I mean, gosh, I'm all about imperfection!)
And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturbs her sometimes. (way to go with the it's!)

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Switchfoot Notes

I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying this, although I'm pretty sure some of you are sick of it by now, but that Switchfoot concert was just off the hook. Whoever said 'ROCK is the devil's music' is just cuckoo.

You can read more about the band's personal notes of their Manila experience here. Great photos, too, especially the ones taken in/on top of the jeepney. In the meantime, enjoy this awesome video of their song Stars from the concert. I took three other videos that night, but the quality is just so blech. Not to mention, I couldn't hear Jon singing at all in them; it's all me screaming and singing and screaming some more. This one's alright though. Mosh pits that move as one, damn, just turns me on. (I've had zero sleep in the last 28 hours; I apologize for being so uncouth)

Monday, September 17, 2007

Manic Monday: Easy on the Crispy

So today, I am consciously getting back on my health and fitness regimen (c/o SparkPeople, which had been really awesome to me, until I started to binge again in late July). I slacked off, OK, so shoot me. But I'm ready to give it a shot again. This time, I'm going for the long-term. I'm not just doing this to look hot, although I wouldn't mind it at ALL. Health is wealth, people, and I encourage everyone to do something -- anything -- to improve their bodies and minds.

Since this Manic Monday's word is all about "crisp," I decided to highlight the different food items I should stay away from as much as possible. You know what they say, anything in moderation is fine, but in my case, if I keep these things completely out of my diet for at least 3 months, I'd be doing my body a colossal favor.

Chips. I love my Doritos. I also happen to love my Pringles, flavored Lays (not the baked kind, mind you), and a whole array of local chips that are fried in 100% pig fat for all I know. Whether they're multigrain or baked or loaded with antioxidants (which is unlikely, but let's just assume some chips just are), I think I'd be better off without them for a while. The same goes for french fries. Oh, wow, saying that out loud really hurt. I'll just have to think about the grease and sodium content in these stuff. Swearing them off forever is just plain STUPID, so I say "dear friends, this is certainly not goodbye."

Bacon. Aside from Kevin, I don't think it really has any pertinent value to the human body, especially nothing nutritional. It's cholesterol cut into strips, that's what it is. The last time I had bacon was probably two weeks ago. I think I could take three months without it.

Chickenjoy. If you haven't eaten at Jollibee, then you can't possibly know how big of a sacrifice I'm making by taking this delicious deep-fried goodness out of my diet. They're kinda like KFC -- except they're made with more sin and cholesterol. And they deliver the food right to your door 24 hours a day! That's gotta be hard, right? It's accessible, affordable, deliriously crispy, and just down-right WRONG. Oh, how sweet it was to be loved by you.

Krispy Kreme. Finally (well, there's still a bunch of other stuff I'd like to stay away from, but a perpetually hungry girl could only take so much temptation), we have the perfectly glazed donuts from Krispy Kreme. Why, oh, why didn't you arrive on our shores sooner? I probably had a total of a dozen KK doughnuts in the last year and a half, but every bite seemed like I was downing a cup-full of sugar. The convenient Drive-Thru option didn't exactly help either.

Let's get one thing straight here: I am but human. I am nothing like Oprah, with her army of personal chefs, nor am I Vegan activist. I do stumble and my mouth lands on junk food by accident from time to time. All I'm saying is, it would be nice if I actually went through with this. And I will, believe you me. This is not going to be easy, but hey, such is life! I know my junk food hiatus will pay off. I may have nightmares every night for 3 months, get cold sweats during the day, and involuntarily salivate at the sight of crispy fried carbs and such, but I will stand my ground. The results may not show right away, but my internal organs will definitely be grateful to their master, I just know it. Besides, come January, I swear, I'm going to reward myself with one of each.


Sunday, September 16, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 14

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Rita :: Tom
  2. Comedy :: tragedy
  3. Polar :: uh, bear?
  4. Idiots :: stupid drivers
  5. Perception :: opinion
  6. Infected :: anti-virus
  7. Fake :: plastic surgery
  8. Relating :: what it is to be human
  9. Distraction :: that game show where they mess up new cars
  10. Gamble :: never with money

Saturday, September 15, 2007

It's Just Math 2

Sometimes, the simplest answer is NOT always the right one. I flunked math a lot of times, but it was never because of anything like this. I guess if you really can't dig it, might as well throw in a little humor and have fun with it, right?

Friday, September 14, 2007

Pinoy Pride: Jerome Fontamillas of Switchfoot

Jerome, Jerome, Jerome...

OK, I have to admit, I've always suspected he was a Filipino, but just never got to Google him before (I'm lazy. I'm woman enough to admit it). It wasn't until their concert here in Manila when I confirmed my suspicions. Now, I'm even more hooked -- on the music, their causes, the band, Jerome, Jon Foreman, EVERYTHING!

Jerome Fontamillas has had an amazing run as a musician...which, by the way, is far from over. Before he joined Switchfoot in 2000, he was in two other bands. He's done a few independent production work on the side as well. Aside from being a brilliant guitarist, keyboard extraordinaire, and record producer, Jerome is, more than anything else, a full-blooded Pinoy and damn proud of it. Obviously, we are all proud of him, too. You rock, Jerome! And Jonathan Mark Foreman, wherever you are, I love you to pieces, man!!! I just had to say it out loud to debase myself, nothing more.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

The Horror of Childbirth

No, I didn't just have a baby. And no, I am not having a baby just yet. My girl friends and I got together last night, hoping we could talk about our men and their idiosyncrasies (one friend's man in particular). But we ended up talking about the eventualities of love and marriage instead. Hence, the title.

Babies and pregnant women are everywhere. This is an inescapable fact in all cultures and nooks of the planet. When someone tries NOT to think about starting their own family or parenthood or educational plans, the world makes sure you think about these things anyway. I just saw Knocked Up the other day and I was rolling in bed laughing the whole time. Probably because it was fictional, more than anything. I was also dreading the reality of it. I mean, some people must have experienced this at some point, right? It may be fiction, but I bet every second of the film was based on real life. If that were true, I have to say, we are a pretty funny race. Funny, but real suckers for pain, is what I think we are.

My friend Jaja gave birth to her first in Japan -- the land of supposed Zen. She was asked not to scream during labor. I mean, what the f* ck, right? She was given drugs not to numb the pain, because that would've been "bad for the baby." Instead, they bombarded her veins with hallucinogenic IVs so she could get high and distracted at most. After 30 hours of labor and breastfeeding in a completely foreign place, she suffers from postpartum depression. She and her family are back home now, but we definitely can't forget everything they went through while they were there. SHE will never forget and vowed never to have another baby. At least not for a long while.

That was just one unbelievably true story. I had two other girl friends who gave birth in the last 5 years (both painless during labor, but turned excruciating as soon as the drugs wore off), and two doctor friends who've shared the grossest hospital accounts like EVER. The air basically reeked of amniotic fluid and sh*t the whole time. Oh, we talked about a lot of drugs, too -- did I mention that? I definitely need a lot of those when my time comes. Just knock me out and wake me up when the baby turns 5. I wonder if that could be done...

Needless to say, the pain was worth it for my dear mommy friends. Their boys are a handful, but extremely adorable nonetheless. I am positive I won't enjoy the whole going-into-labor extravaganza -- just as I am 101% sure I want some babies of my own someday. Note to self, Angelo, and the doctor: tick all the boxes for drugs. I beg you.

Just look at them...

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

My Top 5: Male On-Screen Smoochers

I will never know first-hand what it feels to kiss one of these guys, but I ain't really complaining about that (I'm quite happy with the off-screen action I get, thank you very much). It's just the way they kiss; It's like they really mean it.

The eyebrows meet as if finding an answer from the woman's lips. The hands cup the woman's face like a fragile dream. Pausing for air for just the briefest moment, then going at it again like lovesick fools. Fingers running through tresses, dresses, and skin. Intense! Behold, my top 5 male on-screen smoochers of all time and the movies where they rocked at it:

5. David Duchovny (Return To Me, Connie and Carla, House of D)

4. Tom Cruise (Top Gun, Far and Away, Jerry Maguire)

3. Keanu Reeves (Speed, A Walk in the Clouds, The Matrix Trilogy)

2. Dermot Mulroney (How to Make an American Quilt, My Best Friend's Wedding, The Wedding Date, Must Love Dogs, The Family Stone, Griffin & Phoenix, Georgia Rule)

1. Ethan Hawke in ALL his sappy, sexy movies (Mystery Date, Reality Bites, Before Sunrise, Gattaca, Great Expectations, Snow Falling on Cedars, Before Sunset, Taking Lives)

What's YOUR top 5?

Monday, September 10, 2007

Manic Monday: Still Clueless

What could be better than pigging out in bed on a Monday morning in your jammies while watching Clueless for the umpteenth time? Well, come to think of it, there are a few other things, like going to the Switchfoot concert tonight or just sleeping in completely on a work day.

I got some really good news last night, so I thought I should celebrate by basking in my laziness today. The week's starting off well -- I just hope it's not one of those one-time things. In the mean time, let's all enjoy this cool Clueless movie montage with "Alright" by Supergrass. This song just never gets old, does it.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 13

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Dork :: me
  2. Refurbished :: antique
  3. Basket :: case
  4. Mousse :: chocolate...I had 2 big slices last night -- yumm
  5. Studio :: hub of creativity
  6. 8 ball :: black
  7. Masking tape :: temporary
  8. Love :: Angelo
  9. Wilder :: Lindsay Lohan
  10. Lindsey :: close enough..."revoke all driving privileges!"

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Well-sung Hero: Paul Potts

I have a new found respect for people who go on nationwide talent searches and bear their souls (or wind pipes, in this case) to millions of viewers. Not to mention the notorious Simon Cowell.

The winner of the hit overseas reality TV show Britain's Got Talent definitely gave people something to talk about (and no, not the way most of us have talked about SANJAYA in the past). I raise my glass to Paul Potts -- once a simple Welsh mobile phone salesman, now the new-age Pavaroti underdog who took home a bajillion pounds AND will get to sing for the Queen of England during the Royal Variety Performance on the 3rd of December.

Enough about the Brits and their bad teeth. Britain does have talent and Paul Potts has proven it time and time again, with his commanding arias and spotless operatic renditions. Watch how he first got on the show (you just have to see this, I swear, you won't regret it one bit) and how he simply blew everyone away with those high-hitters. Cheers to you, Paul Potts! You, sir, are the bomb.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Mix Tape: Every Lament is a Love Song

Title: Yesterdays
Artist: Switchfoot
Album: Oh! Gravity
Dedication: "This is for you, Tatay. Missing you so..."

The flowers cut and brought inside
Black cars in a single line
Your family in suits and ties
And you’re free

The ache I feel inside
Is where the life has left your eyes
I’m alone for our last goodbye
But you’re free

I remember you like yesterday, yesterday
I still can’t believe you’re gone
Oh, I remember you like yesterday, yesterday
And until I’m with you, I carry on

Adrift on your ocean floor
I feel weightless numb and sore
A part of you and me is torn
But you’re free

I woke from a dream last night
I dreamt that you were by my side
Reminding me I still had life
In me...

I’ll carry on, I’ll carry on

Every lament is a love song
Yesterday, yesterday
I still can’t believe you’re gone...
So long my friend, so long

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Guilty Sonic Pleasure: A Tribute to Mika

Some people find him cheesy, but I sure don't. Whenever I hear one of Mika's songs on the radio -- OK, I have his CD -- I bop my head like a woodpecker on 'shrooms. He's just so...happy! Even the slower numbers sound unbelievably gay (you know, happy), which is just amazing.

"Love Today" -- Cheers me up everytime. Also the new Star World channel theme. Can't get enough of it really.

This one in particular, man, just makes me want to take my clothes off and dance in the rain. In the front yard. Hit that play button and you'll see what I mean.

Have a bubbalicious Thursday, everyone!

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

It's Just Math 1

The problem: A proton approaches a long line of positive charge so that with its initial trajectory, it would intersect the line. The line has a uniform charge density of 5 nanoC/m. If the proton starts off with a velocity 300 km/s, a distance 1 km from the line charge, what is the distance of the closest approach? Hint: find the field and potential that affect the proton. Given: Mass of proton = 1.67E - 27 kg; K = 8.99E9 Nmm/CC.

Math is my least favorite subject in the world...but I think the person who did this dislikes it even more than I do.

His/her solution:

Monday, September 3, 2007

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 12

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Scrabble :: blank tile
  2. NyQuil :: Breathe Right
  3. Roadtrip :: every chance I get
  4. Idiot :: in dire need of a sucka-punch
  5. Bandages :: temporary
  6. Series :: marathon
  7. Summer :: so over
  8. Prompt :: without even thinking
  9. September :: less than 4 months 'til Christmas
  10. Chicken :: bye bye dark meat

Saturday, September 1, 2007


The ber months are upon us; Christmas is just around the corner and people from these parts can definitely feel (hear?) it. Christmas jingles playing on TV and the radio, cold late afternoons well into dawn. Time certainly flies, doesn't it.

Every September, I start to get a few things in order: Christmas shopping lists of things I've lusted after since the beginning of the year, a list of people to give gifts to (it's smart to get presents by installment so you don't feel so poor come crunch time), and follow some kind of diet or exercise regimen -- at least up until Christmas day when it all goes down the drain anyway.

It's undeniable that I'm excited about the holidays, but I can't help it if I'm a little glum, too. It'll be the first Christmas without my grandfather and it's going to sting, no doubt about that. It's going to be one crazy roller coaster ride alright.