Just a dream...

What do you do when you finally see your dreamhouse? Your jaws drop instantaneously. You feel a humongous dab of astonishment attacking your chest. And you can only say "wow". Just the years of fascinating the damn thing comes to an end and you finally get to see what it's like in reality. Beautiful isn't even the appropriate word for it. It's beyond perfect! I'm dreamy...yet again. But hey, I might have that house, we might never know. After all, it's way cheaper than my current residence. I mentioned my trip to Frisco, right? Well, the house is located there. It's a city which is currently in the state of progress. Meaning, it's not yet as established as some of Dallas' suburbs, but it's rapidly getting there. We were advised that getting a house there is the most convenient decision one household could make. Because one, it is cheaper, and two, it's listed as one of the safest suburbs in this county. Less criminal percentage, and a middle-class type of living. What else can you ask for? But the thing is, moving is not as easy as boiling water. *sigh* I hope the price doesn't change too much by the time I can buy it on my own. And so, suitably for now, I'll just go back to woolgathering.


I picked my room... Just in case. ((:

Delinquent Movie-goer

I divulge my being a lazy-assed movie-goer. I missed a damn whole lot, including the much anticipated Superman. Superfreakinman. Yes. I missed it. But in an uncharacteristic behavior, I was inclined to watch three movies this week, four if I get to watch another one tonight. Well, not that I spent a lot...um, at all. Thanks to the folks who sedulously upload movies on youtube. It's just amazing, don't you think? Hehe. I watched 2/3 of my moviefest via it, and it's obviously in my most comfort. Good grace!

First up, on a rainy Monday afternoon, I went to see The Descent. Initially, I didn't really want to go, but with my brother's persistence, I just couldn't withstand. I'm honestly a coward when it comes to supernatural things, let alone monstrous human-eating humanoids, so the movie indeed scared me, and didn't make me feel good about sleeping that same night.

Then we're off to the youtube marathon. Obviously, the idea of sitting on the couch infront of your computer is already tranquilizing, but it's even more than that when you're actually seeing a product of Asian craftsmanship. Dubai was as predictable as can be though, but the actors made up for the lack of creativity in its plot. Watching the trailer was like watching the entire feature itself. I may be a little critical, but that's what I thought of it. However though, the authenticity of events shown in the movie truly reflects the masses, hence it's overpowering success in overseas countries which embody Filipino workers. Having a mother who had gone through the exact same pain and sacrifice, I was genuinely touched by certain dramatic scenes, so it wasn't really that bad after all. Il Mare, on the other hand, is totally the opposite of predictability. The idea of the movie itself is stupefying, and it gets even better as it advances. The acting was not even close to being over-the-top, it was just right on, despite the atypical storyline. I recommend this to people who are suckers for romantic tearjerkers.

If I didn't make sense enough, go HERE to read my extended opinions about these movies.

On another topic... It's no secret that I'm a huge sports junkie, especially of those which comprise a number of papables (as a dear friend calls them). Rogers Cup is currently in progress, and I can't hate myself less for missing Rafael Nadal's first two matches. Gaaaah!

Anyway, I'm off to Frisco in a few hours. At last, I'm going somewhere else, hahaha. Will be back with whatever I can gather for a chika, and a review of what could be the next movie I'm going to see. Have a great weekend, everyone. Be safe!

Far Away

Don't you just hate it when a single song you overhear from the radio can abruptly tear you up? I'm possibly the least sentimental person on earth, and I don't get mushy as a normal girl does. But as I was rethinking my day before going to bed last night, this track by Nickelback played, and with the DJ's advice to attentively listen to the lyrics, I indeed methodically did.

"That I love you. I have loved you all along.
And I miss you. Been far away for far too long.
I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go.
Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore."

It's weird how it can affect your emotions too much. As I've said, I'm not the most mawkish type of person at all, hence my bewilderment. But feasibly, it just darts through you when it literally or metaphorically defines what you really feel towards something, towards someone.

I apologize for being discreet about the catalyst of my being effusive, but I don't normally open up here anyway. The mere reason why I'm sharing this sentiment is that I know that a lot of you can definitely relate. Filipinos, in general, love music, especially those that speak of what really does happen in reality. Ideally, songs can only do so much - Lighten you up, suddenly make you frown, or even help you get over something. And needless to say, I love its chore of conventionally making us feel a certain way. It is quite contributive. Perhaps, writing a song can be another maneuver to vent out strong affection, yeah? Maybe I'll give it a try.

He's gotta be bad.

I admit, I'm positively one of the few ones who believe that first love indeed dies, eventhough it would be an absolute delight to see Britney and Justin back together. That's definitely sweet, but I just can't see myself being reunited with my first love. Ever.

Saw his most recent photo around Friendster and to my dismay, he grew his hair and changed his style, in other words, he looked drastically different. Totally not my type, not that it matters, and not that it's the only thing I'm after. But no matter how I loathe his semblance of mature image, I still have to say that he's undoubtedly one of the nicest guys I've ever met in my life. He always made me feel noteworthy, and was probably the closest thing to a prince charming a preteen Snow White could ask for. But the thing is, he was too nice! Our puppy love blommosed in 4th grade, nothing really serious, as it waned eventually. We met again in high school, where I was totally the opposite of what I was when he met me, but in junior year, I somehow found out that I was still in his pursuit. Like, what? If a guy is not over you after 5 years, there's something wrong. And it quite freaked me out.

Therefore, if you're the typical nice guy who always has the most difficult time of letting go, then you're totally not for me. I know, what the heck, right? Maybe you're totally misunderstanding my point. I'm not looking for a guy who has a crapload of tattoos all over his engine, nor a guy who has piercings even down to his balls. I'm only wanting a guy who won't be afraid to not compromise. One that can battleshit with me, curse me once in a while, someone that can take me to some place unimaginable. A God-fearing daredevil, a family-oriented son of a bitch, and a respectful-to-his-wife badass. Oh boy, how I wish I can program my eventual husband. *sigh*

On a completely irrelative note, I just witnessed another piece of history last Friday. I think I found my dream guy. Ha! I'm such a laughingstock... Travis Pastrana, perfectly landing the first ever Moto X double backflip in X games history. Yes, a kiss of death. I think I just described him precisely in the previous paragraph, hahaha. I'm dreamy. Fine. I'll stop.


I think I love him. Hahaha! *zips kisser*

Chain Yakking

Papa bought me this jar of chocolate filled wafer sticks from the Asian market earlier this week, you know, those which look like champola. It has been hanging around in the kitchen for almost a week, and the subconsciously gluttonous being that I am, munch on it every after meal. I just can't resist! It's been years since the last time I got a grip on those. So yum! And you bet, them wafer sticks are disappearing like leaves on a tree during fall, haha.

Speaking of fall, our backyard seems to be living on a different season. The next one is yet to hit this part of the crust later this month, so the leaves falling this early is quite an annoyance to my sight. Plus, I hate to be cleaning the mess, specially under the gally heat.

Speaking of heat, Dwyane Wade, and the rest of Team USA were victorious in their first dress rehearsal last night for the World Championships. The cohesiveness and dynamism were fantastic. With a core composed by superstars like LeBron, 'Melo, and the finals mvp, you can at least expect a my horse is bigger than yours showdown, but no, they were amazing collectively, and definitely worked as a team. I'm so glad I'll be cheering for a plausible contender this time.

It was reported a couple of days back that Queer Eye's time was up. I was in shock, totally floored. I'm a huge fan of the show and I didn't see a good enough reason for it to be canned. Thankfully, it all turned out to be false. Ugh, I almost scribbled hate mails, haha. Apparently, shortly after the rumor circulated the earth, Bravo hurriedly offered the Fab 5 a new contract. Good move, dumbass! Unless you wanted another gay network to snatch your blockbuster.

Speaking of blockbuster, I haven't really had the urge to watch movies lately. Can you believe I missed Superman? Needless to say, as well as Devil Wears Prada and The Lake House. I know, I should get my ass off the couch. But there's just nothing that inclined me to it. My brother though has been endlessly asking me to see The Descent with him this weekend. I would love to, but the last time I watched a horror flick, I had the weirdest imaginations of Japanese girls. Plus, I don't think I've been convinced enough.d=

K, enough of this chain thing. Got the lame idea from this new game show on GSN. Yes, I watch GSN, there goes a solid indication that I have such a boring life. Anyway, the hair above my eyes are growing yet again, as well as my fem beard. I gotta find the tweezer and clean up. Gee, the cons of a woman. I have to catch up on some wrestling and X games too, so I better get going. Have a great weekend, honeybunnies!

My Social Life = dunzo!

I think I just had the most boring summer of my life.

Ow, shoot! It's not over yet. We're only half way through. Fuckge!

The plans remain as is. With all the unexpected expenses that parked our front door, there was no way for us to enjoy the season somewhere else. The heat here is sickening! But no matter how pissed I am right now, I have no other option but to stay home, and find something else to entertain myself with. Reality TV has been serving me fine, ermm, some BBQs too and the backyard pool. But that is sooooo wallpaper-ish. I want some nightlife! I want some new friends, some parties! I want my social life back!

*whew*

That was some rant. Excuse this child, she's currently a loner. I need some sugar. Later!