RAVE.
The film (500) days of Summer rocks. It's so bittersweet and more real about love than all of those romantic movies.

SPOILER.
If you've been with someone you don't really love, or have been with someone who doesn't love you that much, you'll relate to the attitude Summer has. Like: "I'm not really looking for something serious", "I like you", "You're still my best friend." She tells us to read between the lines, which we don't usually do when our head is stuck in the clouds.  On the other side, you'd giggle at how madly lovesick Tom was, and though I didn't cry, my chest hurt a lot during the scenes when she was breaking his heart continuously. There was a lot of sweet scenes, and the film made you feel like you were going through the same elating then depressing cycle..

It's love and un-love together. And I think it's like where I'm in right now. Should I let him watch it, and make him realize what I really mean by "friends..?"

Again, I was in some kind of high as we jumped, screamed, and headbanged to the best acts in the World Trade Center last night. It was so worth missing my board review workshop for, waking up late today, getting drenched and stranded in the storm for. Ok, the consequences weren’t premeditated, they just happened. Needless to say, I’m elated!

This entry contained scripting, which has been removed for your safety. Click here to see the entry in its entirety.

I am a frustrated artist. Whenever I see a painting, sketch, a doodle..I wish I had the same gifted hands. You see, I live in a hospital. Everyday, I lie witness to hundreds of scenes I wish i was talented enough to share or to capture. Like a husband softly kissing his sick wife. Like the doctors crowded over the surgical field, opening up an abdomen. Like a mother after a child has been born. Like the bruises and bleeds. Like the smile of relief from a negative test result. Or the lonely intern walking along the front of the hospital.

I wish I could share these moments. I may describe and share these things in words, but nothing beats detail and vibrant colors.

Frustrated...But maybe there is hope. After all, Vincent Van Gogh started painting at 27. (I just read this somewhere, I have to check.)

This is a warning to those wearing headphones while riding public transportation. Two days ago, I was riding the jeepney along Quiapo. Stuck in traffic, i was listening to music via earpieces, when two boys approached the doorless vehicle. One of them said out loud, "may cellphone yung bag nia o" while pointing at my handbag fearlessly in front of me. The shorter of the two attempted to reach out, but dropped his plan once the driver started shooing them away. Poor kids, too young to be living a life of crime. Poor us, deprived the luxury of our whims in public without feeling fear, or guilt.

I shoved my headphones into my bag, slightly shook, and more wary of my surroundings. Hay. God bless our country.

===

I came from a dizziying day of work today, overfatigued and starving. Nevertheless, being a woman of her word, I mae plans with a friend to visit the wake of another friend's mother. We didn't make it. Guess what? I left my cellphone. Yes, I left the essential thing that would have materialized our meeting. And to think we were right in the same place, at the same time, just on the different floor. Whilst waiting and watching a hundred faces, scanning for my friend, and looking for things to blame (aside from myself) I realized, we can't live without a cellphone nowadays because:

a. people change plans, as quickly as they change their mind. we make things happen accordingly to what is found convenient.

b.or sometimes, we don't make plans in advance and rely on "txt na lang kta".

And although it is a great convenience to keep a cellphone handy, and be kept updated, it just sucks when your day is ruined because you left it, you lost it, or simply no/low bat.

Hay. 5 messages received. 12 missed calls.