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[15 Feb 2009|08:54pm] |
There's that one moment, when you thought you've become everything but you were nothing. And everything became a hazy yesterday, hardly even a memory to hold.
The ephemeral moments in life serve to remind us that destiny is a continuous battle, like water through our fingers. We seek to grasp it, and upon a satisfaction we feel from the water in our hands, we let it all slip away.
They say karma's a bitch.
I guess they never felt a wake up call like mine.
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[07 Apr 2008|05:43pm] |
Much too adorable.
I love being single, I really do... but sometimes you can't help but miss that someone special... and your private, special moments. Kate Bosworth and her uber hunky model boytoy James Rousseau don't make it easier for us single people either. I saw this picture, and it makes me miss having a boyfriend. It doesn't help that they're both amazingly hot too, apart from looking extremely loveydovey and happy. I guess she deserves it. But still, dammit. Damn her. Don't get me wrong, I'm all yay! to the single life, but hey, you can't help but miss this too.
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[27 Mar 2008|10:37am] |
You know how there are those months when there is absolutely no good movie to watch? (Thank God for Art Cinema) and you succumb to watching totally mundane or really stupid movies (ie, slapstick no-brainers)
Well, now it seems as if they brought in a tidal wave of AMZINGIWANNAFUCKINGWATCHTHAT movies that I can't wait to see! DAMNNNN! I guess them cinemas are going to be extorting much money from me these coming weeks. These, I really REALLY can't wait for:
INDIANA JONES
Growing up a daddy's girl (or boy, actually, since the lack of male offspring made my dad share his manliness to me instead) I LOVED the Indiana Jones movies. There's something about those rough-and-tough action films that get you hooked on the screen the entire time. I'm not a big Harrison Ford fan, but the way he made Indie's character clever, tough and hilarious in a dry-wit kind of way just make him so appealing to watch. It just makes you want to get lost in some unknown jungle with him, in search for some lost chalice/crystal/temple. The new one doesn't seem to give any less action or excitement, espousing with the classic Ford action modern techniques on film -which I'm sure would make it more than worth your money. I guess we can only hope that the story line remains just as good.
Plus, it's the Lucas-Spielberg dynamic duo. ANYONE would pay BIG money for that alone.
IRON MAN
I'm a comic book junkie, so I can't wait to see Tony Stark, and his Stark Enterprise created alter ego. Although I'm more Pro-Captain America, who doesn't love the Marvel's (little less yummy) version of the Batman? AND RDjr is playing him, so that should make for an interesting watch.
FORBIDDEN KINGDOM
Two names: Jackie Chan. Jet Li. Need I say more? It looks FUCKING amazing. All that martial arts action! TANGINA you just gotta cuss watching it (tangina, trailer pa lang) I don't even care if there's no point in the story, I'm just going to watch it for the kick-butt.
SPEED RACER
Looks a little mundane, and Christina Ricci makes me shudder in my seat, but I want to watch it for memory-lane's sake. I used to love Speed Racer, and the movie looks half-decent, with it's cartoon-come-to-life cinematography. Plus, Emile Hirsch has always been a-drool-able, ever since dangerous lives of altar boys.
THE DARK KNIGHT
It looks PERFECT. Cinematography's PERFECT. Directing's PERFECT. Acting's PERFECT. Story's PERFECT. I think of all the movies to wait for, this is the one that can't seem to come any earlier. I mean, even if I'm more of a Marvel girl, who doesn't fucking love Batsy? Plus, added bonus on the Heath Ledger (rest his soul) version of the Joker, which makes Jack's version look like a joke -no pun intended. Another cheer is that my boyfriend, Christian Bale, is back in the Batsuit. The screen just can't get any hotter. I would pay millions (if I had them to spare) for this movie to be shown at an earlier date. But I guess I need to settle for waiting like every other Batfanatic.
Still looking forward to in the near future:
The Hobbit
Wolverine (aaaahhhhh!)
Confessions of a Shopaholic (I still think Kate Hudson would have been cuter for the part)
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| and for a moment, the rest of the world stops. |
[21 Mar 2008|03:01pm] |
The Philippines has always been a country abundant in colorful traditions and cultural practices, one of the more vibrant ones being the observance of Holy Week. I have always had a particular fondness for this time of the year, despite the insufferable heat it brings along with it. Perhaps it is because this is the only time when the barriers that divide our nation melt, and we become one in our utterly unique, and clearly Filipino religious practices. We all do our mini-pilgrimage to seven churches, more popularly known for it's Filipino name of Bisita Iglesia. We're all bringing out those Way of the Cross booklets, dusty from being forgotten until it is Good Friday. And as a nation, we close down the doors to commercial areas, and open the ones for deep prayer and fasting. Whether you are in the city, or out in the provinces enjoying this small vacation (and for many my age, the taste of the upcoming summer vacation) there's no denying that some part of these Lenten practices are espoused with your day's itinerary.
Which brings me back to my original idea that Holy Week breaks down those walls that have so painfully divided our nation - the political controversies, agrarian difficulties, land wars and the ever present class divide. The rich and the marginalized, the politicians and their constituents, enemies and friends, the corrupt and the just, the bad and the good, all flock to the multifarious churches in our pre-dominantly Catholic country, not much caring for who they stand beside, for in these three days of our Lord, we all stand alike in our Faith.
Taking a step back to observe our country in this religious time of the year, I can't help but wonder what makes it so different from the rest of the year. How is it that for these four days, we can set aside all our differences and come together as one, and yet once easter is over we go back to being a nation whose headlines are constantly far from positive? Why is that we can't seem to strengthen this unity, so alive during the Holy Week, and turn it into one that can benefit our country and finally create a TRUE democratic nation?
If we remember what this week is all about, that the true meaning of Christ's death is not merely the salvation of our souls, but a constant reminder that this salvation does not die in Christ but is born in each of us, then perhaps we are a people worth saving. And perhaps the salvation of this nation is not yet a hope that is lost.
Right now, one can only pray that the beauty of our Holy Week continues to burn as the week comes to an end, and this religious flame slowly dies away.
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[27 Jan 2008|10:01pm] |
My wonderful wonderful prince of a friend Tonichi sent this in reply to my last post, and it really made me feel so much better. Thanks Tonich!
Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
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[22 Jan 2008|07:04pm] |
Dear Mr. Perfect,
First of all, if you're so perfect then why is it that I haven't met you yet? Perfect men seem to be a scarcity as of the moment -the ones that don't end up breaking your heart in the end at least. So, I'm wondering why a man like you wouldn't have a reputation that will reach Timbuktu. Is it because your so perfect that modesty is a quality on your list? Personally, I think it's high time that you show yourself, since many of us single women are waiting (impatiently, I might add) for you.
It's tiring, really. Being with so many different men and realizing that he's not you. Sure, people always say that every heartbreak is a lesson gained, and someday we'll all use these lessons for better judgment. But I'd still like to state the obvious -it's still a heartache to go through all these breaking moments, and some of us would like to be spared of these painful points in our lives.
The problem with this though, is that it's even more painful to be lonely than to be broken. Because at least (even with the knowledge of the impending heartbreak) there's still someone that makes you smile as of the moment. Most women, though, would like the security of knowing that she finally has her Mr.Perfect and not her Mr.Perfect-for-now to be less lonely with.
So with that, I'd like to remind you to please hurry up and get your ass on that steed of yours and come rescue me from this endless succession of mistakes I've made in love (or lust, whichever) Also, a little reminder that Valentines is coming up. I've never been a fan of the Single Awareness movement, so maybe you could spare me from being so bitter on this lovely Hallmark created holiday.
Waiting,
Ms. Hopeless Romantic
Ps. I like Godiva Truffles, and my favorite flowers are Stargazers. Just thought this information would perhaps make you move a little faster.
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| Bea misses Ateneo |
[06 Dec 2007|12:18pm] |
I never thought I'd say it, but I miss Ateneo.
I miss cursing at the lack of parking and the disappointing state of the parking lots;
I miss rushing for a quick smoke before class -even if the second bell rang already;
I miss heading to the nescafe vending machine in between classes for a quick coffee break,
I miss going to the som mall to eat in the middle of LitCrit class -cause the teacher never noticed I was gone;
I miss catching up with people in the smoket;
I miss having to ask people "Second bell na ba yun?"
I miss pretending I'm on the phone when I pass a guard and I don't have my ID;
I miss grabbing a wrap from healthy kitchen when I head to class from a lunch break meeting;
I miss killing a good twenty minutes in the smoket when the class (or the teacher) is useless;
I miss rushing a paper in the comp lab and realizing the line for printing is so damn long;
I miss photocopying readings thick enough to knock someone out;
I miss hanging out at the bench;
I miss the berch smoket;
I miss sleeping or seeing all the random things happening in the sanggu room;
I miss picking which slippers to wear to school;
I miss heading over to blue finn or cantina after class when there's nothing to do the next day;
I miss cramming for tests in the third floor of the library (so I can take short naps in between);
I miss studying in starbucks with a white chocolate mocha, or in the smoking room of seattles with their chai tea latte;
most of all I miss the people. I miss seeing familiar faces everyday, I miss everyone being a building away and being able to plan something after class.
Boo this move. I wanna go back! Someone take me back.
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[17 Sep 2007|10:19pm] |
I just want to be loved.
I really really do.
SO LOVE ME BACK, DAMMIT!
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| one great essay. good work eli. |
[17 Sep 2007|10:04pm] |
Sa mga mahal kong Atenista
by Eli Convocar
Bakit pag suspension of classes, dress code at smocket ang usapan, ang bilis kumalat ng balita, tapos kapag mahahalagang bagay at proyekto hindi?
Atenista, elitista ka nga, ngunit ano nga ba ang maipagmamayabang mo? Mabuti pa ang mga dekadang nakalipas kung saan mayabang nga ang mga Atenista sapagkat mayroon silang maipagmamayabang talaga. Maipagmamayabang ba ang partisipasyon sa mga organisasyong pumaparti lang at kumikita ng maraming pera? Maipagmamayabang ba ang pagiging patapon sa mga klase ngunit nakaka-alas pa rin kayo? Maipagmamayabang ba ang paglalaban kuno sa mga karapatan ng mag-aaral habang tinatalikuran ang mga tungkulin nito?
Ang buhay ay hindi lamang tungkol sa pamumuhay sa palasyo mong may aircon at suot-suot mo ang panyo mong ginawa mong tshirt at pekpek shorts. Papakialaman mo lang ba talaga ang may direktang koneksyon sa pamumuhay-mayaman mo? Tapos magpapanggap kang may pakialam ka sa mga kababayan mo kasi nag NSTP o JEEP o Immersion naman na di mo naman gagawin kung hindi ito kailangan para sa iyong grado.
Iangat muli ang kalidad ng pagka-Atenista.
Kung ayaw niyo sa isang paaralan na may prinsipyo at paniniwalang olistiko
Kung gusto niyo lang ng mataas na marka nang hindi nagtatrabaho
Kung gusto niyo lang dalhin ang pangalan ng isang paaralan kahit wala kayong maitutulong sa pagpapaangat ng pangalan na ito
Kung ayaw niyo gamitin ang utak niyo bago magsalita tungkol sa ibang bagay, o kung gusto niyolang husgahan na walang basehan ang mga taong may tunay na pag-aaruga sa inyo
E di lumipat ka na. Dun ka sa Taft, sa Diliman, sa Morayta. O mabuti pa, dahil kahit ang mga eskwelahan na iba ay may prinsipyo rin, dun ka na lang sa Call Center, kung saan magagamit mo ang conyong Ingles mo nang todo-todo. Problema lang, kahit sa call center may dress code.
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[08 Aug 2007|10:27pm] |
I guess I always knew this sun would eventually set sometime, but I never expected it to start setting this fast. How coincidental, there's quite a storm outside. Perfect emo weather.
You'd think, by this time, I'd be used to heartaches na. Maybe I expected too much from me. Sigh. I need a big hug.
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