Happens right after each period.

Because that’s what we do.

That is because tomorrow I am no longer 35.

My 12-year old self had a vision of this 35-year old and it’s nothing like what I am now.

And I say, fantastic!

1. If that certain something actually happens, sana it happens in May para hindi hassle.
2. If it does happen in May, sana this other thing that’s supposed to happen, happen a month after number 1.
3. I want to start shooting this thing we’re supposed to shoot by February, because that’s going to be awesome.
4. And then I want to start pre-production with this thing that we shall call the next film right after number 3.
5. And before all this number 1-4, I really want and must go to Japan. So please Mr. Consul-san, do not deny me of a visa. I promise to have working papers if I change my mind and actually work there.
6. By the 2nd half of 2012, if it all comes true, I’ll be so swamped by the first half all I will wish is enough time to break the world record for Bounce, which incidentally, i am now up to 30 balls and still have yet to know what the world record is.

Errol Morris discovered an American town where people seemed to accidentally shoot themselves in the foot or the hand at an alarming rate, leading to a high occurrence of missing limbs and claim insurance. (A good doc came out of this, by the way.)

And of course there’s the Philippines, where two presidents in succession end up in jail and somehow get a serious medical condition which forces both to be in a hospital.

And of course there’s me, there’s you, there’s everyone around me. Hard to think of anybody who is.

What do we mean when we say normal anyway?

By what or more accurately, whose measure do we use?

Should we use the standards that modern societies accept?

But Oprah’s not normal. She’s a gazillionaire.

Let’s focus here.

Even Kris Aquino might actually have a disorder. Surely, the megalomania is just a symptom of something bigger. {but i still like her}

Ambot.

I don’t always look for it, I don’t always need it but sometimes I don’t have the luxury of waiting for the beast to come. Like right now, I need the beast so bad.

This goddamn quest is a very strange experience. Because you can only harness the beast for a certain period at a time and then you have to let go.

Perhaps it’s nagtatampo because I’ve been using it for things not worth its presence. Perhaps.

And fine, perhaps this is one of those moments but I really really need something right now.

This bourbon is not enough.

Halika na, dali.

When the dude and I got sick of Amsterdam, we decided to fly out to some nondescript city like oh, Prague. I don’t understand why every block has a beautiful building. We decided to visit the biggest castle they have which was so awfully grand that we took the whole day just checking out the sites. There’s a hall full of armor suits and spears and such. I just felt like it was such a waste of armor and the ghosts living inside them must have been bored to death with all these tourists just staring at their costumes. So I tried to stir their energy:

CHAAAARGE!

I wish there were less things to do in that castle but it was just a chock full:

There was a film buff who once lived in the castle's squatter territories.

Against that dramatic backdrop, how sappy huh?

I actually didn't know them but they were so cute and bubbly they posed with me.

What awful timing we had, too! Christmas in Prague meant giant christmas trees and old men singing PA-RAM-PA-PAM PAM. I had to take this picture because this is what I thought, in my colonial brainwashed state, what Christmas ought to be: white people wrapped in fur, choir singing in a public space, the smell of sweet hot breads and christmas ham. When I was here I was kind of sad that I couldn’t wear my fake Havaianas. (In which case, I’m glad I didn’t bring because I was stopped at the airport and Customs wanted to check if I had with me fake Nike or Adidas. To which I replied: “BUT I’M NOT SPORTY!” Perhaps it was the holiday cheer, but he did let me off the hook, wisecrack notwithstanding.)

Bah humbug, more holiday cheer.

Here’s the kicker. There’s this hotel that the dude booked. He said it was a little pricey but the reviews were good. And where did those extra euros bring us? To this castle turned slaughterhouse turned hotel called Le Palais. The service was amazing but not cloying, the room was cozy with a really high high ceiling and a king-sized bed with separate down duvets because they’re observant like that. They even had a free mini-bar that they’d restock the next day they clean your room. Now why would they do that? They even bother to leave chocolates on the bed to probably make us fat. They also had a great breakfast spread and a 24-hour bar and study where you could read and smoke to your heart’s content. We just didn’t have the time anymore but they also had a spa with some complimentary massage or something time consuming like that.

And so that’s how life is really. Sometimes it’s just too much. Too much in fact, that we even snuck in a day trip to Antwerp where we had waffles, fries and chocolate, because that’s the only thing I know of Belgium. Apparently Tintin too but I didn’t like the movie so much. I also decided to not post pictures because internet is so slow and posting pictures is so complex. Just know we had an annoyingly good time.

So there. I hope your December is as sucky as mine. I hate my life.

                 

I'm not sure if we were trying to be in Amazing Race or Mission Impossible. Either way, no resemblance whatsoevah.

But not this trip. This trip was AWWWWesome.

Highlights being, your basic Hainanese Chicken and great company aside:

NIGHT 1 : Experiencing the crazy genius of many things, Geraldine Javier. We went to the opening of her art exhibit which was housed in one of those big warehouses giving that very alternative ambience to it. I could stay and just look at her work for hours. It looked like she worked on those many things for years.

NIGHT 2 : Best Burger. Ever. Daniel Boulud became famous because of his gourmet burger, and dammit I had to have one. So we dressed up, saved up and ate in DB Bistro. Also, night life! Whenever we travel, we’re just too tired to go out. But we were drinking like there was no tomorrow. And indeed there wasn’t much of tomorrow. Our days started at lunch and we’d end up in some schmancy drinking place. And what’s great was someone picking up the tab.

and of course…

3 – The National going acoustic for their last song. I’m just the girlfriend of a super big fan so on that last song I was like…what in God’s name are they singing??? (apparently, Vanderlyle) I’m not sure why he decided not to use the mic but just so you know, we were so close that I was able to touch his shoulder. And apparently, when someone so famous is like inches away from you, suddenly you have no idea what you want to do.

After downing most of that forbidden liquor in the Marina Bay premises, for his penultimate song, Berninger went down the stage and started walking on the frikkin chairs. And he walked until the very end. Hands were holding his wobbly legs (he did look drunk) so it was practically a body surf but vertical. And that was while he was singing “Terrible Love,” one of the three songs I know. That was just an incredible atmosphere and he went around the entire area just being all warm and fuzzy. Seeing as how Matt Berninger worked the very sedate Singapore crowd, he was Jesus for sure.

So when he came near me I touched his shoulder and shrieked: “I’M HEALED!”

I didn’t take this video but I think I’m right behind this person who took the video. We were so near!

It’s going to be a fight.

It’s going to be a different life.

“Do you like my hair?” (A: Duh. Maybe.)

Almost nothing is definitely definite.

“Have you fucking lost your mind?” (A: Not right now, nope.)

I like this idea that things can swing to this way or that and it doesn’t even have to swing all the way. Sometimes a little, sometimes a fucking lot.

I think there are people who are truly convinced that they believe in God, but there are those who believe in God while they’re in the bathroom doing their thing, as they dump their troubles away and return to Atheism once they’ve flushed. Just like the religious, there is a range for atheists and agnostics too. Perhaps if you give them the shockboogie of their lives in a dark alley they will jump and exclaim, “Oh my God!”

Some people can live with a little love and some people need a lot. But a little love does not have to be so different from a lotta love. Love is love.

Some boys like boys a little and sometimes they like girls, too. They’re not necessarily confused, they just don’t think gender is the primary consideration.

Am I talking about utopia or am I talking about a life less interesting, where everything is taken into account, everyone is accepted?