Random Rundown

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– I’m such a lazybone. I haven’t gone to the gym in two weeks! I just didn’t have the energy to wake up at 5 freakin’ thirty so I won’t be late for work. Argh. To make up for the laziness, I’ve been doing 5-minute stair climbing exercises for two days now, and half-hearted crunches. Just to get my blood running. HAHAHA. Shet. Ang tamad ko.

– Another new addiction (c/o Sharkboy): harry potter trading card games. OMG. the geekness. πŸ˜€ But I love it. It adds that I’ve managed to whup Sharkboy’s ass in some instances. *ahem*

– One addiction for another, Enzo introduced Mikey to the Timezone world. Woohoo. Last Sunday, we went arcade crazy (Maximum Tune!). I’ve never been good with hand-eye coordination, but simulated arcade games are so much fun. Hehe.

– I’ve been sleeping weird lately. One time, I dreamt of Ima, and I introduced her to Mikey, and I woke up crying. The other night, I dreamt I was being tickled until I couldn’t breathe, and I woke up realizing that I really couldn’t breathe. Last night, I slept early at 11 pm, woke up at 12 am to read my phone’s messages, was woken up by mommy at 1 am because I was holding my phone and was afraid I’d drop it (I sleep on the second level of a double-deck bed), woke up at 3 am to find that my sister still hasn’t arrived from work, and woke up three more times for no reason. 😐

– Angelina Jolie is pregnant again. Another “blob” to accompany Shiloh, perhaps?

– Our team’s going to Batangas on March! Wee. I hope the weather clears up soon. SUN, come out now!!! I’m still bringing my lomo cameras, rain or shine. Take that, rains! But geesh. What do you with a 12-person group for three days and two nights? Methinks we’ll either get bored out of our asses, or kill each other by Sunday. Urk. (fine, fine, they plan on getting blitzed, but I don’t want to get blitzed! *sigh*)

– Finally saw Enzo’s graduation pictures. He looks so binata na. 😦

– The Lozada case is crazy like a soap opera.

– I plan on listing down every single movie I’ve watched this year. So by December 2008, I’ll pick my favorite. πŸ˜€ As of today, I’ve watched I am Legend (scary), Anchorman (finally! what a laughtrip), P.S. I Love You (mush), The Bucket List (inspiring), Juno (fun!), and Vantage Point (exciting but predictable).

– I’m done distracting myself, now I can go back to work. Heh. =p

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Anyone Else But You

Watched Juno last weekend. Loved it. =) Although (and please don’t stone me) I don’t think it warranted the Oscar nominations. It feels like the Reality Bites of this generation. It’s young, hip, and ultimately, romantic (again, indie types, please do not stone me. It IS romantic, just in a quirky, adorable way).

And of course, if Reality Bites had “Stay”, Juno will have “Anyone Else But You.” So so so sweet. =) I’m posting lyrics and the video. πŸ™‚ Enjoy!

You’re a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you’re back is the latest trend
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
I want more fans, you want more stage
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I’m in love with how you feel
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body’s swinging from side to side
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can’t, you forgive me?
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The Many Stories of Love

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Love encompasses all.

Today I saw my co-worker bring his 3-year old son to work. Today is his last day at work, and on the 24th he’ll be flying off to Singapore to try his luck at getting a job there. He’ll be leaving behind his son with his family as he pursues his career there. I could see in his eyes how much he’ll miss his son. He looks at his little boy with so much pride and joy and bittersweet nostalgia, too. He tells stories of how his son would follow him around everywhere he went, imitating his every move, every mannerism. Being a single dad, I bet going to the airport on the 24th will be one of the most difficult moments of his entire life. The Love is there, the admiration mutual.

My parents have been together for more than 30 years. They’ve gone through so many hardships and trials together. They’ve been wrongfully judged, but their love remains steadfast. Last Tuesday, they had a big argument. Hurtful words were exchanged, but they worked things out in the end. Yesterday, Daddy bought Mommy three dozen red roses. And tonight, they’ll be having a romantic dinner, just the two of them. Mommy was preparing for today as if it was their first date. =) I couldn’t stop smiling giddily along with her. Love survived after all the years of togetherness.

My sister broke up with her boyfriend last year, after 7 years together. This week, she found out something that was disturbing. Her first thought was to contact and talk to him. Despite the angry words that passed between the two of them, she still found comfort in him. Romantic Love was lost, but Love still exists. A more honest, platonic love, and in some ways, a deeper kind of Love.

Girl meets Boy. Friendship blossoms. Drama complicates things. Boy and Girl drift apart. Boy and Girl fall in love. Drama complicates things. Boy and Girl drift apart. Boy and Girl can’t let go. Boy and Girl get together. Drama complicates things. Boy and Girl hang on to their Love. It’s a new Love that is blossoming, both parties are still trimming, grooming to make it bloom beautifully, but they are getting there. Their Love keeps them strong. Their friendship makes it easy. Their Love is beautiful. Life is beautiful.

Love doesn’t have to be clear-cut and reminiscent of a fairytale. As Sharkboy once told me, sometimes challenges and setbacks make Love all the more worth fighting for. I’m not saying I’m an expert in matters of the heart. But I’m having fun feeling my way through it. And I’m glad I have someone who’s willing to be patiently by my side while I learn to Love selflessly and completely.

So this is for you. =)

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Shaq attack!

I haven’t been this fired up for the NBA in the longest time.

It has been such an exciting season, what with Pau Gasol being traded to the Lakers, and now this Shaq-Suns Deal.

Steve Kerr’s got iron balls for taking this trade up to management, and most of all, for actually getting them to push through with it.

I wasn’t really a big fan of the Shaq, but I definitely (passionately!) rooted for him against Kobe Bryant. I never really liked how inconsistent he gets with his game and his health. So when the likes of Yao Ming and Tim Duncan started dominating the league, I all but wrote off Shaquille O’Neal.

But now, THIS.

Cool. It’s like Shaq’s last hurrah. Imagine being brought into a team who is RAVENOUS for a championship ring. Imagine being that guy everyone’s treating as the Messiah, the one who’ll get them to the Promised Land (I think I’m mixing up my Biblical stories).

It’s a lot of pressure for Shaq, but he seems to be taking it all in stride, cracking jokes in his first press conference in Phoenix.

Then I realized, upon reading Adrian Wojnarowski’s article at Yahoo, that this is exactly why I’m rooting for him. He belongs to the era where basketball players were real legends. He’s “the last original.” He’s got that charisma that totally dominates an entire room, much like Michael Jordan did (except, of course, Jordan is way more charismatic ;p).

Of course, I also love a good underdog story. Everyone’s saying that this a bad deal. Ballsy, but bad. But I think this only fuels Shaq. I think Shaq knows that this is a chance for him to show the league that he’s no old fart.

I’m excited to see how this turns out. It’s not sure yet when Shaq will play in the playoffs, I’m hoping that he’ll get back in shape soon.

And yes, there is that possibility that the hopeless romantic in me wants to turn this NBA story into a feel-good movie ala-For Love of the Game, but I think Phoenix deserves a place in the err… sun. And Shaq might just be the person to take them there.

The Sacrament of Waiting (a re-post)

For you, ’cause you need it for your “relapses”. HAHAHA.
‘Wag ka ma-bore it eees perfect for you! hehe.

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The English poet John Milton wrote that those who serve only also stand and wait. I think I would go further and say that those who wait render the highest form of service. Waiting requires more discipline, more self-control and emotional maturity, more unshakable faith in our cause, more unwavering hope in the future, more sustaining love in our hearts that all the greatest deeds of derring-do go by the name of action.

Waiting is a mystery – a natural sacrament of life – there is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait. It must be an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives. Everyday is filled with those little moments of waiting (testing our patience and our nerves, schooling us in self-control.) We wait for meals to be served, for a letter to arrive, for a friend to call or show up for a date. We wait in line at cinemas and theaters, concerts and circuses. Our airline terminals, railway stations and bus depots are great temples of waiting filled with men and women who wait in joy for the arrival of a loved one – or wait in sadness to say goodbye and give the last wave of hand. We wait for springs to come – or autumn -for the rains to begin and stop. And we wait for ourselves to grow from childhood to maturity. We wait for those inner voices that tell us when we are ready for the next stop.

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