vday

yesterday was the day of the hearts.  it was the day when lovers eat at a decent restaurant, at the very least. it was the day when men spent so much for flowers and chocolates, and when women, most of them, were expecting for those. it was the day when i was inside the movie house, watching the pink panther,  alone. i love that day.

first in 09

i’m currently at work, doing nothing. i am looking forward to going home. i have been sitting in front of the pc for 13 hours, 4 hours pre-shift overtime included. i don’t feel like going to church today. i wonder if nelmar has already arrived from bacolod. speaking (or writing) of bacolod, i realized, just now, that i haven’t been home for a couple of years. i kind of miss the city already. i am actually planning of going there next month. but i am not that sure about that yet.

geez, this is my first entry this year, and i have nothing but inconsistencies (which i secretly love about myself).

wild is the wind

Especially when the wind sings as purely and soulful as you do, miss simone. my heart aches everytime I hear you sing. You just know how to do it. (But I also love the version featured in the trailer of Sam Mendes’ Revolutionary Road. Can’t wait to see it on the big screen, and be carried away.)

the movies

i can’t wait to see the reader and revolutionary road. i felt exactly the same last year for no country and there will be blood.

:)

only because john mayer’s vultures is playing. only because i had read leopard in the new yorker yesterday. only because i had arroz caldo with a friend last night. only because i’m in love.

I Am Not There.

me la pasé bien.  adiós.

just like the weather

A few minutes ago I felt happy. Now I’m not. And I am blaming the heat for it.

name it

So I changed my blog name. Again. This is the third time I’ve done so. The first one was ‘the inconsistency theory’ [for my being inconsistent]. Then I changed it to ‘this and the other things’, which is more appropriate than the former [this for the latest entry and the other things for the other entries, ofcourse]. Now, I’m naming it ‘i am not there’. Why? Don’t really have a poetic reason behind naming it this, except that I just love it; I love the way it sounds when read. If I have to write a book of my life I’ll entitle it ‘i am not there’. But this, ofcourse, is another thing.

make me a supermodel

I’m glad Ronnie has made it to the finals. I feel bad for Shannon though. She’s really good in the catwalk. And if I’m right, I think it’s her first time to be in the bottom 2 ever since the show started. But that’s life. Everything ends eventually. So we have the final four: Holly, Perry, Ben and Ronnie [all of them are great]. I hope Ben or Ronnie wins. If only I could vote. [Sigh].

For more information about the show, click here. And if you’re in America, please vote for Ronnie and Ben [wink].

letting go

Yesterday, I had a short talk with a gay friend [used to be my team mate at work]. He told me that he had already broken up with his boyfriend. He had been complaining about his boyfriend for not having time for him [my friend] and the effort to make the relationship work. I can say that my friend had been hurting a lot for a long time when he was still with the guy. He loved the guy so much. I would always tell him that if he really loves him [his boyfriend] and, despite the hurting, he finds happiness and contentment in doing so, then he has to endure the pain until he can finally say to himself that he had ‘enough’. Ofcourse I know what I should have told him; I know what’s the right thing to do. But I also know love and loving. I understand what my friend had been [and is] going through. I can’t question that.

I’m really glad he made the right decision.