| Stuck in Wonderland |
[5-11-07 at 1am] |
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Boo!
OMG. I haven't been in LJ in forever!!!
I am sorry if you all feel neglected; I promise to pay more attention from now on.
It's just that I've been so busy with rehearsals, I haven't had much time to go online and update.
Yes. Rehearsals.
I got cast in the Bangkok performance of Alice in Wonderland!!! 0=D
I feel so blessed and so lucky to have gotten the opportunity to experience something as grand as this.
Never in my life would I have imagined myself in a play this huge, playing a very well-known character.
I was cast as The Queen of Hearts; can you believe it??? 0:)
Rehearsals have been on for a while now and I literally scream all of my lines ["OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!"] but I've learned a lot and am enjoying every minute of it.
The director already spoke to me about future performances. He suggested I audition for A Christmas Carol later this year, and Aladdin next summer. I am sooo excited!!!
I've had this incredible passion for acting ever since I was a kid. I remember playing both the Prince and the Fairy Godmother in Cinderella renditions with my big sister. And whenever her friend would come over, they'd be the evil stepsisters and boss me around. When that happened, we somehow never reached the part to when Cinderella actually became a princess. Hmmm. Yes, I was bullied by my sister as a kid.
But look at me now.
The Queen of Hearts, in all her bullying glory.
Who would've thunk? 0;)
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| Ch-ch-changeeeees..... |
[3-5-07 at 9pm] |
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I've been pretty busy [it's finals week, but I'm online..... yippee!] and due to the stress, I've been making several decisions in a row that truly required some guts.
Let me share with you today what I'd like to call Decision Number One.
Does stress mess with your head so much that it makes you do crazy things?
Coz guess what?
After six years of having pretty much the same hairstyle [i.e. long and boring], I decided to cut it. Yesh, yesh.
A friend of mine got a lil cranky [lol..... I love you, Emeri!] coz apparently, it's close to the look she wanted, i.e. Anne Hathaway in Devil Wears Prada. [I've never seen it!]
But in reality, it's just something I thought up myself.
I wanted a completely new look with all sorts of different strange things: a fringe, layers, and oh, in the back, my hair is still up to my bum-crack. 0:) I wasn't ready to go crazy and let it all go just yet. Lol.
Since I had my hair cut two weeks ago, two girls have already copied it. *cough*BITCHES*cough*
I hate copycats.....
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| Not-So-Innocent Seven-Year-Old |
[2-17-07 at 9pm] |
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On the top of a neglected bookshelf, I came across a journal that I kept back in 1994.
I skimmed through it and then came upon the most fascinating, part-humiliating, part-amusing entry I've read of mine in a looong time. I don't even remember writing it.
A few months before turning seven, I had a list of celebrities I "would love to shag". Shag. Who says that, really?
Below the cut, have a laugh or two.
Everything in brackets are comments of mine today.
Everything else is copied verbatim from my '94 journal.
So I didn't mention a lot of people up there that I remember loving-loving-LOVING when I was younger.
There was Mark Wahlberg, when he was still Marky Mark in Fear. I wanted to be Reese on the rollercoaster. Rawr.
Then there was Mark Owen from the boyband Take That, before I realized "oh, he's gay!"
Chris O'Donnell as Robin in his tights.
And there was James Dean before I realized he was dead. Like I said, I thought these celebs never aged. Lol.
And there was that kid Omri Katz in the movie Hocus Pocus.
Gosh, I was a horny kid.
"I wonder if I will ever get to shag any of those people," I concluded. "And if I do, is it bad to do it with so many people? I wonder how many girls Papa has slept with."
[Why would I wonder that? Gross. Seriously, I grew up with issues.]
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| Of Horses and Men |
[1-30-07 at 11pm] |
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Since ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ribuloseand ack_attack have posted an entry on this, I thought: Why not me, too?
There is such a thing as necrophilia, sex with corpses [yes, those rotten ugly things that occasionally turn into zombies and roam the earth], which Arnold Schwarzenegger has officially banned from Los Angeles not too long ago.
And then there's the more common homophilia, sex with members of the same sex, which is more acceptable nowadays than they were in Cuba during Reinaldo Arenas' time [Side note: I can't believe Castro is still alive. DIE ALREADY!!! ]
And then there is zoophilia, which is most commonly done with dogs (or so I've heard) and sometimes chickens.
But sometimes, it is also done with donkeys [watch Clerks 2] and sometimes, even horses, of which the following cut would be a prime example.
I used to think Daniel Radcliffe was this generation's Elijah Wood, and Tom Felton was this generation's Macaulay/Macauley(?) Culkin.
You gotta admit: Tom's done a great job at vanishing from the limelight like Culkin did. But, although lil Danny boy may look exactly like Elijah, they certainly have different priorities in life.
Elijah may have screwed other hobbits [and, possibly, a dwarf, en Elf, and a few men] in his life, but I didn't see him getting it on with Shadowfax.
What has happened to you, Harry?
You will never defeat Voldemort if you continue screwing his Ringwraith's horses! Wait..... forget that last bit. I got confused..... again. Ah, well. With Danny's feminine characteristics and paleness that matches that poor horse's whiteness, I'm sure he'll produce some fine centaurs for the world to see.
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| Music Whore |
[1-29-07 at 1pm] |
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Currently bored to death, waiting for my Business Math class to start in about half an hour.
Thank God for LJ and its save-me-from-boredom thing that first Friendster, and then MySpace had not too long ago.
I really wish I had brought my laptop today so I can at least download music from Limewire and be happy.....
Speaking of music, I am currently on the lookout for non-MTV-infested, original, extremely good music of no particular genre.
So, if you know any, please do send them my way. I'm a music whore. I love [almost] anything (Jazz and Country is a no-no!).
My music tastes range from Incubus to David Bowie to the Backstreet Boys (lol), so anything would seriously be appreciated.
Preferably, a particular album that I can download (if all the songs are good) or specific songs. Yay! 0:)
Something to look forward to on my LJ later today.
Save this music lover, people!
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| A Box of Sharp Objects..... what a beautiful day. |
[1-28-07 at 2pm] |
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So, say you were meeting a new person — blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are.
But you can't actually tell them in so many words.
Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at / read / listen to / taste / whatever.
What would you put in the box?
[NOTE: A copy of your journal or a link to your website would be the same thing as just telling them directly, yourself, so that's not allowed.]
So, after all that.....
Now, do you know me?
It's surprising how much certain items can say without words.
I feel like I just put my entire life into that one lil [imaginary] box.
I think I'm going to bury a time capsule with those dozen things in it. Yes. I definitely am.
Well, ok. Not bury it, but keep it in the deepest recesses of our cellar and then have my future kids open it.
Yay. I'm so excited! 0:)
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| Ad Astra |
[1-24-07 at 3pm] |
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Stolen from riddled
The rules:
[1] - List your top 10 celebrity crushes.
[2] - Put all of them IN ORDER of your lust for them. (10 to 1, 1 being my number one fixation)
[3] - Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
[4] - Say which movie/show/thing is your favorite now.
[5] - Supply photos for said people.
Of course, I have thousands more celeb crushes.
And for the list, the following yummies were considered, as well:
~ Panic! at the Disco's Brendon Urie - he resembles Gael, so I decided to take him off
~ Richard Gere - I thought David Bowie should be the token lolo.....
~ 30 Seconds to Mars' Jared Leto - .....and Brandon Boyd should be the token musician (Corbett excluded)
~ Jude Law and Johnny Depp - too predictable
~ Tom Cruise - he married Katie instead of me, so I struck him off
~ John Cusack - taking him off pained me the most. We were married once, after all.
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| I swear there's nothing wrong |
[1-17-07 at 10pm] |
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I have never before in my life seen a single episode of American Idol. Ever.
In fact, my only knowledge of the show comes from what I hear from various people, like:
~ Fantasia was awesome (who the hell?)
~ Kelly Clarkson and Clay Aiken were winners (or finalists... whatever) of the show
~ Will Hung, that ugly, nay, hideous man got a record deal after auditioning [Go figure!]
~ Guy Sebastian was in Australian Idol
But after seeing the hilarious trailer of try-hard wannabes on Star World last night, of which my mother could fit in perfectly, I decided I just had to see the pilot.
So I did.
[ If anyone knows this guy's name, pls do let me know.
I loved him sooo much! He had that whole raspy Hinder voice going. *swoon* ]
And he sang one of my favorite songs from Fuel:
Had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said, "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again."
Spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace
Smeared the lipstick on her face
Slammed the door and said, "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again."
[ Admittingly, he wouldn't quite fit into the American Idol thing, though.
He should start a hot rock band. Oh yehhh.
Number One Fan right here, cutie! 0;) ]
All in all, humiliaton was an understatement.
There was this girl who copied the lion from The Wizard of Oz while she sang. Like, WTF.
And this guy who juggled while singing. His voice was sooo bad and OMG, he even danced! Like Kyle in Roadtrip! I didn't know people actually danced like that in real life. Jesus.
My, my.
Seems like I've missed out on a lot on those past five American Idols.
I haven't actually seen anyone I'd root for (aside from my hottie up there ^^), but maybe it gets better.
Did anyone else see the pilot? 0:)
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| Per diem |
[1-16-07 at 9pm] |
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It has been four days since I decided:
I shall officially quit smoking.
Four looong days.
Four looooong days.
Four loooooooooooooooong days.
You get the picture.
I don't think I can do this.
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| A Tribute to My Goblin King |
[1-9-07 at 5pm] |
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Dear Mr. Bowie,
I ask for so little.
Just fear me, love me, do as I say
and I will be.....
forever,
your slave
So with this undying statement-in-a-blog of love, I wish you, my dearest lover, a (belated) happy 60th birthday.
Wow, you're as old as my dad now! Not that I'm striving to love a father figure or anything.
But as I said earlier: Love knows no boundaries. No age. No nothing.
I love you.
And I wish you would take my lil brother me away.
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| Love |
[1-7-07 at 8am] |
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Jurassic years ago, as Lyanne put it, I was in-love with a boy named Carlo.
Those same jurassic years ago, I told myself I wasn't; that I only told myself I was in-love to justify losing my virginity to him.
Of course, before Carlo, I was very much in-love with a boy named JC.
But, now, my question is,
After all these years (three and a half years, to be exact), I still feel my heart break at the mere sight of him or the mention of his name, and I still try to imagine how different things would be if I hadn't cheated on him or if I had chosen to go back to study in Ateneo.
Would I have been happier?
It pains me that something inside of me whispers "yes" when I ask myself that.
What pains me even more is that there is no way I can go back and change my mind.
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| Bangkokian Beauty |
[12-7-06 at 1pm] |
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"Parapapampam....." |
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I haven't been here in sooo long.
Apologies.
Anyway, last night, dozens of people were taking pictures at a snowy-like area at Siam, where fake, snowy reindeer and a huge metallic blue Christmas tree could be found.
Side note: Bangkokians need to come up with fake snow that doesn't glitter, to make it more real. I mean, seriously.
Ahem. "Parapapampam" was playing on the speakers. [I have no idea how that song goes or what it's called, but you should know which one I'm talking about.] And right in front of the whole snowy scene, there was an old, homeless man, sitting on the pavement. He was barefoot. Clothes torn. And every time someone took a picture, he'd give a thumbs-up and smile the biggest smile in the world.
And, as Incubus would say sing, "At that moment, I felt happy. HAPPY."
At that same moment, I have no idea why, I wished I had my video camera with me.
All of a sudden, Ricky Fitts [from American Beauty] didn't seem like such a nutcase to me anymore.
Enter Ricky's monologue:
"That's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid... ever.
Video's a poorexcuse, I know. But it helps me remember.
And I need to remember.
Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in."
And that's how I felt. I saw beauty in that homeless man's smile.
And fine, so maybe it's not as amazing as a dancing plastic bag, but it was damn right close to it.
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| A Scanner Darkly |
[10-22-06 at 1pm] |
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"What does a scanner see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does it see into me? Into us? Clearly or darkly? I hope it sees clearly because I can't any longer see into myself. I see only murk. I hope, for everyone's sake, the scanners do better. Because if the scanner sees only darkly the way I do, then I'm cursed and cursed again."
I have once again been WOW-ed three times.
[1] School of Rock
[2] Dazed and Confused
and now,
[3] A Scanner Darkly
Most people have no idea what they mean when they tell someone about to enter rehabilitation: "I hope you make it."
It makes no sense. You have to go through it to understand that it seems like you will never make it. That your so-called "re-assuring" words are exactly the opposite of that.
"Make it? Make what? The team? The chick? Make good? Make do? Make out? Make sense? Make money? Make time? Define your terms. The Latin for make is facere, which always reminds me of fuckere, which is Latin for to fuck, and I have been getting jackshit in that department, as of late."
I've done my share of drugs.
I've abused my share.
But I thank God that I haven't had to go through anything too serious.
I thank God I'm alive.
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| White Fluffy Clouds |
[10-5-06 at 1am] |
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Choose a band/artist that you love♥
And answer only in song titles or lyrics by that band/artist.
I choose:
Oooo. That was fun. 0:)
Comment with your answers. 0=D
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| My Golden God |
[9-23-06 at 8pm] |
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Cameron Crowe started taking journalism seriously when he was 15. Same as me. 0:)
Ok, fine.
So maybe he started with Rolling Stone and all I started with was Candy. But still. As the Thais say: "Same, same." Lol.
I am a Golden Goddess.
And Cameron Crowe is my golden god ♥
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| Start of a Revolution? |
[9-20-06 at 2pm] |
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I was working backstage yesterday since 8a.m. for a French music video for a French R&B duo called Tribal King.
They shot their video here, where the girls wouldn't be swooning over them [apparently, they're on Top 1 in the French chart].
We were supposed to end at 11p.m. But we ended up ending at 9p.m.
I made my way home, went online, and turned on the news channel behind me.
And at around 10:30p.m., there it was: BREAKING NEWS: TANKS ALL OVER BKK. On CNN.
And Thailand is hardly on CNN.
I woke up with my cellphone still in my hand and zero baht as credit.
It is now the following day.
No one has died. No one has been hurt.
The PM is on his way back to Bangkok in London [WTF].
And my dad? He's still out there. Whether looking for the tanks or not, I have no idea.
But please... Pray with me that everything will be at peace.
I don't think I'm ready to see blood on the ground, despite all the dreams I've had to be part of a meaningful Revolution.
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| To the One I Like |
[8-20-06 at 3am] |
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I've been MIA, yes.
But I've been so caught up living life for shit and giggles, I completely forgot that there was a world beyond my infatuation.
But tonight, I remembered there was LJ.
It's sad how I only remember things like this when I'm at my lowest.
A few days ago, I was so high, I could flash God.
Actually, I was so high, he could probably look up my skirt.
But then the complications of wanting a guy has struck yet again.
If you're reading this, and at the very end of it all, you finally realize that it is, in fact, you I am talking about, send me a text msg and let me know what I'm supposed to do about this.
Because really:
I like you.
And I just had to get this out of my system.
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| Tingling and in Knots |
[7-23-06 at 6am] |
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You asked me, "Does he make you tingle?"
I didn't answer.
I didn't answer coz I didn't know whether you still cared.
But I meant to nod.
"Why does he have you in knots?" you asked.
I shrugged my shoulders.
Again, I didn't know whether you still cared.
But here's the answer to that now:
You never did any of that.
And that's why he makes me tingle.
And why he has me in knots.
And you just no longer do.
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| Filipino Pride, Baby!!! |
[7-13-06 at 5am] |
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Hoy, Pinoy Ako!!! |
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Have you ever wondered why Filipinos don't look very Asian, sometimes?
Well it's your lucky day because I'm gonna tell you that
WAHAHAHAHAHA!
Or, in a woman's case, a black chick's ass.
Check mine out. See what I mean. 0;)
I hope I made you smile, lovelies! <3 I don't think you miss me enough.
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| The Wind Beneath My Wings |
[6-19-06 at 2am] |
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Happy Birthday to YOU!!! |
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Today (well, yesterday, technically) was a celebration for the greatest man on earth.
There can only be one Antonio Venus Rodriguez and I am the happiest daughter anyone could ever have because I was blessed to have him as my daddy. 0:)
Not only was it Father's Day to many, but it was also my daddy's birthday.
And it wasn't just any birthday, it was his 60th Birthday.
Yes, my daddy is now a senior citizen. Discounts galore! Haha.
We had a huge surprise birthday party for my dear daddy at Conrad Hotel (where my gorgeous Agata lives).
When he walked into the ballroom, filled with over 150 people, he had tears in his eyes that he could not hide.
Everyone knew how much my dad dreaded his 60th birthday: the finality of being a senior citizen; knowing that retirement is just around the bend; realizing that his kids are getting older. I knew it most of all. Because although I pretended not to notice, five minutes before midnight, he was staring at the clock, as if trying to make time stop, so that he could be 59 forever.
So, on the main cake (he got several), it said: 18 June, 1996. Happy 50th Birthday! And we had five candles, which he had enormous difficulties in blowing out. Lol. Of course, it was my favorite (chocolate) cake, not his (cheesecake). He loves me that much! <3
This is my dad with the dance group "Susan's Angels".
They dressed up as Sexbomb Dancers and danced that song: spaghetti pataas, spaghetti pababa.....
And then my dad went and danced the otso-otso dance with them. I almost died of laughter!
Check out the sign; it's so hip! 0;p
Eat Bulaga. Haha. "Amba Tony". Hahahahaha.
We did that, so he would feel much younger. It worked! I've never seen him so lively!
Dude, one of these chicks jumped out of a balikbayan box!
The box had a huge red ribbon on it and I was like: "There's a slut in that!"
Surprise, surprise! I was right. Unfortunately.
After some yummy champagne, we had dinner.... and then I suddenly got called on-stage!
After loads of interview-like questions: "What's your name?" "How old are you?" "What school do you go to?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" (WTF!), there came the big question: "What do you think of Amba as a father?"
.....And I bared all. In front of 150+ people. Thank God I'm born for the public, so I didn't have stage-fright or anything. I stood there, with tears welling in my eyes, my mum crying her brains out, my brother dreading what was to come when I finished, and everyone grabbing napkins at the awww-ness of my on-the-spot speech. I blew them away. I ended with: My friends call me Angel. But I wouldn't be one without my dad. Of course, without him, I wouldn't be in this world in the first place. And without him, I wouldn't be able to fly high. Coz he's the wind beneath my wings. (Naks. Bear in mind, that was impromptu.)
And, as my younger brother had feared, he got called on-stage.
I thought he was gonna cry. Or worse, barf. Or maybe even die.
They saw how shy he was, so they let him go without saying anything.
Now I'm home.
My parents are at the hotel, possibly making another baby. Hahaha.
Damn. Actually: Scratch that! That's a scary thought! No wonder I can't sleep!
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