| Belle was always my favorite Disney heroine |
[10 Mar 2007|02:01pm] |
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I'll be the first one to say that I love almost all the Disney cartoons, but it gets me pretty annoyed when I see little girls OBSESSED by the whole Disney princess ideal. I really do cringe inwardly when I see six and seven year olds sporting T-shirts proclaiming that they are "princesses" or even worse, "divas". Tacky.
When parents reinforce this by allowing their kids to buy whatever they want or do whatever they want, "princess" no longer becomes the innocent make-believe concept it was when I was a kid. Its really kind of been transformed into a part of this whole pop-culture of narcissism.
This cartoon (which I found on ONTD, of all places!) totally cracked me up. It's the best thing I've seen all week.
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| Remember him? |
[22 Feb 2007|09:38pm] |
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One of my favorite movies of 2002 was About A Boy. There was just so much to love about it--Nick Hornby's original story, the always charming Hugh Grant(who was playing against type), the divine Rachel Weisz, British accents... And then there was Nicholas Hoult who really brought the sweet awkwardness of Marcus to life. He did end up stealing the show in his own quiet way. However, even after Hugh tried to "cool him up", he was still desperately in need of a makeover.
I came across this recent picture of him and my jaw literally dropped. Talk about transformations! I guess that this just shows that you should never underestimate the thin geeky boys in highschool, they just might surprise you.
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| I love Justin! |
[18 Feb 2007|06:57pm] |
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No, I don't mean JT (although dancing crazily to Sexyback is a guilty pleasure). I love Justin, Betty's charmingly effeminate nephew on my new favorite show, Ugly Betty.
I love the fact that he is funny, has the flair for the dramatic and isn't afraid to show the world his individual style. Last week's episode showed him singing "Good Morning Baltimore", in full Broadway style on the New York subway and if I was on the train, I would definitely have stood up and cheered.
What I love about him is that he is so obviously gay, and yet he does not have to come out and explicitly declare that he is so. He is just completely open about his love for Martha Stewart,musicals and his talent for jazz hands. In him, I recognize a lot of my gay friends in high school (I was a theatre/drama club kid) who were simply themselves, and unashamed of it. We didn't talk about the fact that they were gay...it was really a nonissue.
The fact that Justin's family is so embracing and supportive of him is also another thing to love about this show. In a recent issue of the Advocate, a commentary says that "It (the show) shows that gay identity isn't just reserved for the sexually mature...Making Justin a likeable gay preteen that the audience can grow with will do a lot more towards opening people's minds than any official network press release".
I wish that one day Phillippine TV could be half as progressive.
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| Don't ask for the moon...we have the stars. |
[11 Feb 2007|02:06pm] |
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When I was a kid, all my friends/siblings thought I was weird (except you Mags, you were weird like me :))because I loved black and white movies. I particularly loved black and white movies with Bette Davis. Don't ask me why I did, but I ADORED her. While all my classmates were idolizing Lotlot de Leon, Sheryl Cruz and the rest of the That's Entertainment gang, I was secretly fantasizing about learning how to light two cigarettes at one time, the way Paul Henreid did for Bette in Now Voyager.
Asking for my favorite Bette Davis movie is like asking for my favorite flavor of Ben and Jerry's, BUT if I really really had to pick one it woud have to be Now Voyager. A lot of people my dismiss it as campy , but I really think its more classic than camp. Its got all my favorite elements: psychological drama, romance and the whole theme of transformation (Bette's transition from hysterical ugly spinster to glamorous mysterious woman rules!).
It's pretty melodramatic, but its by no means over-done sentimentality. Bette doesn't get her story-book romance all tied up with a pretty bow. The fact that she doesn't quite get her (unhappily married) man in the end is refreshingly unsentimental, in fact.
And that closing scene...it always gets me every time I watch it. Just saw the movie with Mags(who has one of the lowest tolerances for romantic melodrama on the planet) over the summer and by the time Bette says that classic last line, we were both sobbing like babies.
Yes, I am Bette Davis' bitch.
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| I read a book, and it has nothing to do with Medicine! |
[25 Sep 2004|01:25pm] |
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I am in love with this book.
Rave all you want about modern fiction, but when it comes to literature, nothing really does it for me like a good old-school English novel. I loved Austen long before it became cool to like her and I was one of those weird kids in highschool who liked nothing better than to curl up in the library with my nose in Dickens novel.
This book is written in that classic narrative style I so love, but it paints a picture of a very different 19th century England as compared to Austen's pastoral scenes or Dickens' London squalor. It tells the story of two "practical" magicians who use magic to help their country triumph over the French (the spells they dream up to defeat Napoleon are mind-blowing!). There are side plots galore and lovers of Neil Gaiman will be in raptures over the picturesque descriptions of Faerie.
This book is for the serious reader, however. Yeah, its been called the Harry Potter for adults, but it clocks in at a hefty 800+ pages long. Pero, if you like the classics and if you love fantasy, its well worth the money (kinda expensive coz its hard-cover) and the time it takes to finish it( screw my Psych Residency exam, I needed to finish this book!). Its one of those "journey" books, which makes you especially nostalgic by the last page, because you really feel as if you are leaving "friends" and a world you have come to know and love.
I finished it two days ago and now I am in Faerie withdrawal.
"Faerie is never very far away", he thought, "and there are thousands of ways of getting there. Surely I ought to be able to find one of them?"...
He reached into the breast of his coat and brought out the tincture of madness. The waiter brought him a glass of water and carefully tipped in one tiny drop. He drank it down.
He looked and perceived for the first time the line of glittering light which began at his foot, crossed the tiled floor of the coffee house and led out the door...
He paid the waiter and stepped out into the street. "Well" he said, "that is truly remarkable."
-from "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell"
by Susanna Clark
Yeah, you have to be baliw to get into Faerie. Hindi ko ata 'yan kaya---not after working with the vets for 3 months now.
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[08 Sep 2004|08:05pm] |
Dear Mags,
I was sitting at the train station this morning pining for a hot cup of coffee and thinking of you. It was your birthday yesterday and I didn't get to greet you. I was post-call that afternoon and I fell asleep on the coach. I had meant to call home but I didn't wake up until 2 in the morning. Bad ate talaga ako.
In the midst of my self flagellation on the EL platform it suddenly struck me that my train station looked exactly like the one in While You Were Sleeping. You know, the place where Sandy jumps on the tracks to drag beetle-browed guy out of the way of an oncoming train.
And that got me thinking about one of my favorite memories ever. It was June of 1997 and Dad was still alive. You were starting seventh grade at Poveda, which you loathed, and I was starting my first year of medical school at UST (which I loathed). It was one of those Signal Number 3 days when the typhoon was strong enough to get classes cancelled but not strong enough to keep us from going to Megamall. We watched While You were Sleeping and it was just the movie we needed that day. We laughed at that idiot Joe Junior(who would have known he'd turn up as Tony Soprano's boss on The Sopranos?) and we got so kilig by Bill Pullman and Sandy Bullock. Like the dorks we were, we memorized our favorite lines, (I think we even wrote them down somewhere) Remember, "Peter once asked me when it was that I fell in love with Jack, and I said, it was while you were sleeping". Ang stupid, pero sobrang nakakaaliw.
So where am I going with this? I guess in some inane way I am saying Happy Birthday, and since I can't be there to make a new memory today, just remember one of our favorite days.
Happy Birthday little sis! As Karen O sings, "they don't love you like I love you".
Katie
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| I am not going anywhere alone! |
[09 Aug 2004|10:16pm] |
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I have met the patient from HELL.
I mean it literally and figuratively.
Ok, I knew when I decided to go into Psych that I would have patients like this, pero I didn't think I would get them so soon. I always imagined that I would be a cool, calm and collected 3rd or 4th year resident when I would be assigned to a
MULTIPLE SEX OFFENDER
As in rapist sha. And he attempted to rape an "Oriental woman" (yes those were his exact words as he leered at me this morning) Apparently, he tried to force himself on a Filipina nurse in the elevator of another hospital where he was confined for a year. That means, TYPE NYA AKO!!!!! He tried to shake my hand nga kanina when I did a history on him. Of course I pretended na I didn't understand what he was saying and started talking to my bait biker PTSD patient.
Winarning na ako ng aking attending (a nice old man from Taiwan) that he was going to be a hard case. Tinuruan pa ako ni Lolo ng martial arts moves to "deflect patients". Sabi nya "Try not to hurt the patients, if you can. If they attack you, just deflect their energy".
I'm sorry, pero if I ever get caught in an elevator with Mr Crazy 4 Oriental women, the only thing deflected will be his balls.
This is why I'm sure I want to go into Child Psych.
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| For Chris |
[07 Aug 2004|10:34am] |
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To my overworked brother whose mind belongs to business(at present)but whose heart will always belong to film: Watch GARDEN STATE!
This is the movie I was telling you about last year. It has all the elements of a story you would love--boy trying to straighten out his life, meets unconventional REAL girl, they keep bumping into each other in a number of humerous/"bonding" situations and fall in love along the way. There's even a climactic confessional scene at the airport! Not to mention that it has the coolest soundtrack (Frou-frou's "Beauty in the Breakdown" is the main theme).
And it doesn't hurt that the girl is Natalie Portman (she's back in top acting form after her those BORING Amidala performances).
I hope it comes to Manila (or at least Makati Cinema Square/Greenhills),but if it doesn't I will send you a copy. Check out the trailer though.
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| Vietnam Dreams |
[06 Aug 2004|08:41pm] |
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I read a quote in the newspaper today by a man named George McGovern.
"I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in."
Ako rin Mr. McGovern. I'm sick and tired of hearing old men dreaming about the wars that they fought when they were young. And believe me, the dreams aren't good ones.
These past few days, puro kasi PTSD patients ang nakukuha ko sa wards. PTSD stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. These are the guys who saw the horrors of Vietnam, lived through them and remained silent survivors. Nakakaawa talaga sila. A lot of them have turned to alcohol and drugs to drown out the nightmares and the flashbacks. Its funny how I always read about PTSD in med school and the concept of flashbacks always seemed kind of unreal. Working at a VA hospital, it has become an almost commonplace symptom.
I have a patient who doesn't like to talk to anyone about his PTSD. He looks like a biker dude, 6 feet tall, covered in tatoos and has a wild, tangled white beard. For some reason though, he seems to like me. I was talking to him today and he suddenly opened up. He was married to a Vietnamese girl pala when he was in active duty. He came home one day and found that she was killed by the Communists. After that nagwala daw sha. Dami daw siyang napatay.
And then he tells me that he keeps having to re-live a scene where his commnding officer held a gun to his head telling him to fire upon a couple of Vietnamese kids in enemy territory. Hindi daw nya ma-forgive ang sarili nya for shooting them. As he tells this story, he is practically in tears.
I guess after surviving a war like Vietnam, some people can never really come home again.
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| Life in the Single Lane |
[24 Jul 2004|01:46am] |
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Its hard being single. I have not said that in a very long time, because honestly, my life has been too full of family, friends, and work, for me to feel sorry for myself in that regard.
But lately, living and working on my own in a foreign (yes, despite my blue passport, the US will always be "not quite home" to me) country has me wishing for a little extra inspiration to get me through the day.
Not to mention, how difficult it is when all your co-residents are married/or engaged.
Now that I think of it, my co-intern, Tara's, recent engagement must be directly responsible for bringing this on. Aside from me she was the only single girl in the Psych program and she got engaged over the weekend to an orthopedic surgery resident. I was doing the required "oohing and aahing" over her 2.5 carat ring, but deep inside all I could think of, was how depressing it was to be the only single girl in a program of smug marrieds (yeah, you can tell I loved The Diary of Bridget Jones).
Well, there is Raizad, my slightly effeminate Bumbay co-intern, but he doesn't really count.
On the bright side, at least I work in a setting which still has some respect for single female doctors. I HATED, HATED, HATED it when I was a clerk/intern in both UST and Cardinal Santos and all the middle aged male consultants would smirk when they found out I was single. "Ano ba yan Doktora, maghanap ka na. Wala ka ng market value, nyan". I'd smile weakly at those stupid comments, but in my head, I was saying "Kung kayo man lang ang market, wag na lang".
Thinking about those days, makes me feel a little better.
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| American media judges us---and its not good! |
[12 Jul 2004|06:12pm] |
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So its Philippines bashing time again in the US media. Mort Zuckermann of the US News and World Report was just on Anderson Cooper's CNN show and he repeatedly labelled the pulling out of Philippine troops from Iraq as "capitulation to terrorists". As much as I have been annoyed and even angered by the booboos of the Arroyo administration surrounding the capture of Angelo de la Cruz in Iraq, those feelings are totally eclipsed by the ones I am feeling at the moment.
I am enraged at this man's judgemental and sweeping assessment of our country's present situation. He basically says that since America, the great white hope of a country, saved the Philippines from our own Muslim terrorist crisis, Filipinos do not have the right to fight tooth and nail from keeping one of their own from being beheaded by terrorists. He continues the lambasting by saying that the Philippines has set a precedent by capitulating (there's that word again) to terror. And that, by saving one person, we are placing many more in danger.
At that point, I was screaming to my TV, what about Spain, you idiot? They pulled out of this sham of a war months ago!
I think my screams must have reached CNN's Atlanta office, because he immediately points out that the case of Spain is different. In Spain, "people voted for removal of troops" as well as for change of administration. The Philippines, he says, is not in that administrational dilemna.
Hello, sir, before you spew out your narrow opinions, at least brush up on Phillipine politics. The Philippines is in fact at a very critical stage. We narrowly avoided having yet another washed-up actor/idiot as our President, and we still are waiting with bated breath for the possibility of civil unrest instigated by said actor's camp. And in a country which thrives on rooting for the underdogs, this case of a poor OCW can be just the issue FPJ needs to mobilize people to the street.
Having lived through EDSA 1, 2, and 3, I KNOW this is possible. And that Mr. Zuckerman, is a very real administrational dilemna.
In the end neither Mort Zuckerman nor I can judge if saving one seemingly insignificant life is worth backing down from commitment to this very questionable war. As an American citizen, I can understand how this action might be seen as not quite in line with the ideals of a "strong and united front against terror". But as someone with a Third World Filipino soul, and more importantly, as a daughter who has lost her own father, my heart sings with the possibility that this Dad may soon be going home
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| On Lola Sex-pert and the gift of female intuition |
[04 Jul 2004|08:16pm] |
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I have never met a sex therapist in my life, but never in a thousand years would I have guessed Dr. R. to be one. At first I took her for one of the wives of our Psychiatry faculty. She certainly looked the part in her pink linen pantsuit, pearls and snow-white hair. Para shang si Barbara Bush. We are introduced and she informs me in formal British accent that she runs a sex therapy clinic for couples at Loyola. Of course I say "thats so interesting", pero sa loob-loob ko I was squealing "si lola, up to date sa sexual techniques!". When she learns that I'm from Manila, she is all smiles and reminiscing. She tells me about the time she shocked the nuns in UST when she was invited to talk about Sex Therapy back in 1974. She giggles girlishly when I tell her, na sa totoo lang, things haven't changed much in UST (Honestly, we're talking about the hospital that insists that female clerks do their duty calls in long pencil-cut skirts---no pants allowed).
Then she asks me the question countless others have asked me since I matched in a Psychiatry program---why Psychiatry?
My first reaction is exasperation as I have had to explain my choice so often before to weirded-out friends and family members in the Philippines (my poor aunties were so worried when they learned that I'd be taking care of the buangs of Chicago). I can't help it that my defenses are up. But I like this woman and she seems so enthusiastic about her job, that I give an honest answer for once. I begin by telling her that I was always book-smart in Medical school but not quite as competent when I reached the hospital setting.
She smiles and nods in typical Dr. Melfi fashion and I find myself talking to Lola Sexpert for a good 20-30 minutes.
Much later, I find myself still thinking about her question. I remember an incident when someone close to me asked for my opinion about a letter from his girlfriend. It was your typical vague request for a "cool-off" period but it was heavily sugar-coated with promises of honesty, friendship and the possibility of getting back together after she had "some space". After all, she would "never purposely keep him in the dark".
My friend was buying into the offered possibility of a rosy future somewhere down the line, but something told me otherwise. I told him point blank---"she's found someone else." It was too perfect a letter, and I could read between the vapid text to tell that she was bullshitting him. And it turned out that that was exactly the case.
So chalk it up to good old female intuition. I may be clumsy at inserting arterial lines and I think I will never feel totally at ease performing lumbar punctures---but I can spot a bull-shitter a mile a way. And in the midst of the mystery that is the human mind, sometimes intuition is all you have.
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| Just the thing to make me smile |
[14 Jun 2004|02:24pm] |
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Yehey! Crush ko si demon-child Connor ni Angel and Darla--kahit pangit siya sa picture na to. I'm sure super-selos si Ate. Mwahahahaha!
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| Craziness,coz I am leaving soon |
[02 Jun 2004|03:43pm] |
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I can't describe my feelings these days--I live in the region between ecstasy and sheer terror... Lunacy perhaps?... Impending nervous breakdown?... Am I going to become my own patient?...
All those elipses are cracking me up. Parang writing style of someone I know.
My sister passes by and reads the sentences I have just written.
"Ano ba 'yan, di bagay ang mga ganyang klaseng entry sa LJ mo."
I know I said this LJ was created for the main purpose of sublimating my work-related anxieties and stresses into something creative (what a way to put a spin on being a bitchy laitera) but I can't help it. June 10 is coming up and I can't stand the thought of: 1.) moving thousands of miles away from my family and friends and 2.) facing life and death situations in a foreign hospital after being away from the hospital "scene" for two years.
Number two is the real source of stress. Living on my own in America, would hold much more appeal to me if my work didn't entail so much pressure. I'm scared shitless of everything from coping with a totally foreign American druglist to the REALITY of malpractice in the US.
Number one saddens me because every single person in my immediate family will be cutting the umbilical cord in some way. This process was long overdue, but a big part of it was instinctual. Psychiatrist Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, says that a family who has experienced tragedy, in effect, loses its balance. To regain balance, the members either move outwards or inwards. I guess, for a long time we did the latter and just held on to each other for dear life.
But life goes on right? As my wise old tita says, how will you ever know if you are strong enough to be on your own again until you force yourself out of the nest?
OK, that was enough "emo-ness" for ten entries. I could go on and on, because whining is addictive, but it really has to stop.
Stupid afternoon TV is good. I either laugh and laugh (which releases endorphins) or I make lait (which also releases endorphins!) I don't know the title of the Pinoy soap i was watching today coz I was channel surfing half the time, but it had some hilarious casting (which ties in nicely with my previous post).
Princess Punzalan as Ryan Eigenmann's Mom?
I'm sorry dude, I loved you in Keka (I still remember yelping in the theater when you
hit Keka in the boobs) but NANGANGALBO KA NA. Premature, male pattern baldness nga, pero still, wawa naman si Princess.
Question---Does Agot Isidro play Claudine's Mom on Marina? I don't really understand the complex mermaid/human family tree of that show but if totoo ang understanding ko, maiinis na talaga ako.
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| Where in the world is Moira Kelly? |
[31 May 2004|06:28pm] |
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I remember, with some nostalgia, cutting freshman year Zoology to watch The Cutting Edge for the fifth time---I was that into the movie. The guy (DB Sweeney) was nothing special , but I LOVED Moira Kelly,aka, Kate Mosely, the ice diva. She was pretty and smart and taray and kulot like me! I swear, I was her biggest fan. I memorized all her lines in the movie and Jen, and my equally obsessed dormmate and I, would reenact the juiciest scenes in the Eliazo hallways. Of course, I always played the Kate role.
I guess the rest of Manila loved her as well because The Cutting Edge stayed in theaters for almost two months! I think Megamall majorly cashed in on the film’s popularity, because the newly opened ice rink became the “happening” place to be. Even artistas like Anna Roces would go and skate there, much to the delight of myself and my jolog homies.
I watched all Moira’s other movies after that. She was Dustin Hoffman’s girlfriend in Billy Bathgate, and Chaplin’s last wife, Oona, in Chaplin. This was quickly followed by that Branden Fraser and Joe Pesci clunker, With Honors.
But then she disappeared, and that was the end of the obsession. Na-replace siya ni Sandy Bullock sa heart ko. Still I always wondered what happened to the girl who might have been America’s sweetheart.
So I was watching ETC this morning and I started squealing with delight when I saw her pop up on this show called “One Tree Hill”. This is how she looks na.
My delight turned to disgust though, when I learned that she plays a single mom to that annoying rocker dude who made agaw Joey from Pacey on Dawson’s Creek (another relic from my college years!). NO, NOT MOMMY ROLE FOR KATE MOSELY!!!!!!
Ok, I know a mysterious teenage pregnancy is the underlying premise of the show, but this is taking it too far. The dude is supposed to be 17, but he looks , and actually is, 22. Moira, on the other hand, looks way younger than 35.
I swear, nakakainis. Branden Fraser gets to fight mummies and romance Rachel Weitz, while Moira gets to help Joey’s ex get through puberty.
Its almost as bad as Amy Perez playing James Blanco’s Mom(!!!) on that stupid GMA afternoon soap.
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| I don't Heart you |
[30 May 2004|03:48pm] |
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Ok, I don't know this girl personally, and I'm sure she is a sweet (*cough*cough*) albeit, slightly vacant teenager, but I take it as my civic duty to comment on the travesty that was Heart Evangelista's interview with the Black Eyed Peas.
From the minute she screamed out to the audience that the BEP were "in da house!!!", with matching cackles of laughter, the warm, fuzzy feelings I was having about being Pinoy and proud, evaporated. Then she runs across the stage like she's gonna jump Will,and horror of horrors, starts joining in the BEP's little warm-up dance. She looked really crazy. And I think even she got embarrased because, wala na syang masabi except, "Pare, Pinoy ka pala!" to APL. Buti na lang game to si APL and he shouted out a few token phrases of Tagalog to the crowd. You would have thought that was enough to buy Heart some time to think of something half-way intelligent to say, pero NO. The next thing that comes out of her mouth is "I heard your concert did GOOD ha!" Ay mali, but the BEP is too busy feeling the love of the Salbakuta crowd to notice. In fairness, parang she realizes na awkward ang grammar nya, coz she immediately says "" I heard your concert did great!"
Awkward silence.
And then, she turns to APL and says "Pare,Pinoy ka pala, hindi ko alam".
At that point I was like, Pare, parang awa, ilabas mo na si Lucky.
Excuse me, VJ Heart, but a pretty face will not absolve you from practicing at least once before you interview a chart-topping, internationally famous group. To add insult to injury, you pretend as if you didn't know that APL was Pinoy. Contract star ka ng ABS-CBN and hindi mo napanood yung "Jacket: The APL Story" sa MMK? I'm sorry honey, but I have to say NAKAKAHIYA KA.
I guess nainis lang ako, coz all throughout the interview she kept acting like she was the shiznit, sarap upakan.
OMG, my sis just screamed that Allan Pineda (aka APL) is being reunited with his family on Lukso ng Dugo, this I have to see!!!!
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| Winner si Jolo |
[26 May 2004|07:26pm] |
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My brother is going to the victory party of Bong Revilla at the Sheraton.
How the fuck (sorry, cursing is my only vice) does he end up going to stuff like that? I ask him, how come he is going. Long story daw.
Sige na nga, leave,and give my regards to Jolo.
And tell him never to wax his eyebrows, lucky charm nya yan.
Jolo Revilla has major connections, ha. He went from being paired with kiddie star Charina Scott on GMA's little-watched "Click" to being launched as the newest love team of Shaina on ABS-CBN. Haay nako, baka part yan ng magic deal between K4 and ABS-CBN. Winner si mediocre boy Jolo.
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| Because my sis forgot a few Troy zingers... |
[21 May 2004|01:16pm] |
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Okay, patayin si Diane Kruger. Hindi sya anak ni Freddie Kruger, but she's the German supermodel who played Helen of Troy. I was surfing the net and I came upon this article about her. She was whining about having to gain 12 pounds for the role, and in another article, she complains about her double chin. I'm sorry, maybe I'm blind or just bitter about my own 10 pound weight gain, but she still looks really thin to me. I could still see the outline of her ribs during her love scene with Orlando Bloom (yup, I had no interest whatsoever in his body. Now if it was Papa Hector, it would be a different story).
Anyway, I kinda feel sorry for her because I think taking on Helen of Troy was the kiss of death for her fledgeling career. Kawawa naman si Chanel model, some critics are saying she wasn't pretty enough for the role. To paraphrase Conan O' Brien's Triumph the Dog--"I have spoiler for you, your career will die a slow and agonizing death!!!"
Moving on to Legolas, este, Paris (must be the archery thing that threw me off)--I thought that Orlando Bloom was blah in Pirates of the Caribbean but he was so bad here! I know you can't really do much with a loserly role like Paris, pero minsan mas macho pa gumalaw si Helen. And I think despite her proclamations of love for Paris, Helen had a little thing for Papa Hector. Not that I blame her one bit. Someone(was it you Alia?) mentioned that Orlando came off especially bad in the scene with Peter O'Toole and I totally agree. Orlando was making over-OA his speech about "loving every little blade of grass in Troy" and Peter O'Toole was just looking at him with this imaginary thought bubble above his head saying--"You little dick, you have no idea what you're doing"---in clipped British accent of course.
I really don't want to say anything bad about Brad Pitt, because close kami ni Jen, pero ang sama-sama ng loob ko sa kanya after he killed Papa Hector and then dragged that BOD behind his chariot. Masyado siyang choreographed in the movie. Even his "Immortality, take it, its yours" line was executed with matching "lets volt in" move. And that jumping from the side with matching sticking his sword into the enemy's neck was so overused, I felt like I was watching my cousin Enrico doing one of his up-up-down-down-down-R1-L1 "cheats" sa Playstation. I kinda forgot that Achilles killed Hector, so I was still hoping Hector would win, but when I saw Brad pull out that signature move, I was like, wala na, ayoko nang manood.
So all-in-all I liked the movie, because I like to make lait. I know I'm bad, but really, the purpose of this LJ is to make lait in a semi-anonymous way. Unlike the real world, cyberspace is so uncomplicated this way:).
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Walang wheat bread sa Ministop kanina--white bread or something called "Ube loaf" lang. Syempre, I got the Ube loaf.
Sarap pala i-pair itong Ube loaf at saka Coke light, naubos ko tuloy ang half a loaf.
I swear Ministop will be the death of me---sana I can sue them for making me fat, just like some Americans are doing to McDo.
Buti na lang Nigella Lawson's "Forever Summer" is on. She always sounds so orgasmic while she's making her food. Even if some of her dishes sound kinda wierd--ie Watermelon and Feta cheese Salad--parang she makes me want to taste them. She's gorgeous of course, but she also has big pwet, so I can relate to her kahit konti.
Of course, sosi naman ang kinakain nya--just look at her scarfing down that Roasted Rhubarb and whipped cream dessert. Ako naman, Libby's Ube Loaf.
To each his own I guess.
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