Chichi's Recital In School

According to my dictionary

dysmenorrhea (dis-me-no-re-ya).... pakshet. period.

Pasaway na Kung Pasaway!!!

I'm a smart, independent person. I know what I want and I know how to get it. Sure, I can be stupid in my own little (or big) ways. I sometimes get on the wrong train or miss my stop. And you can always count on me to show up late for something because I forgot to set the alarm, or because I got lost, or because I walked too slow coz I wore the wrong shoes, or simply because I didn't care to show up on time. Sure, I sometimes forget to look for the green light before crossing the road.

But that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm a damsel in distress who needs a knight in shining armor to save her day.

If I asked your help for something it doesn't mean I couldn't do it alone. It just means I want you to feel needed. If I asked your opinion it doesn't mean I can't think for myself. I've already decided what to do before I asked you, but I asked you just the same because I want you to feel your opinion matters. If I listen to your whines all the time it doesn't mean you always have my sympathy. I just want you to feel understood. If I want to be with you a lot it doesn't mean I need you to get through the days. I just want you to feel important and loved. If I seem bored and don't know what to do it's because I'm giving you the opportunity to think of something fun to do together.

If you won an argument, you didn't. Not really. I was on your side all along... I just want you to feel you can be wise, and win sometimes, too. If we disagreed on something and later I agreed with you, it doesn't mean I'm giving in. It's more likely that I simply changed my mind. If I appeared weak and vulnerable, it's just so that I can make you feel strong.

So if I'm being too much of a woman, that's only because I want you to feel that you're the man, so that you may start acting like one. (",)

The Frioul Islands

beach, beach, beach....


and more beach!!!!

and MORE PHOTOS too!!!

Aileen Rabago in Paris

a good chatmate and namesake (yeah, i know she wasn't named after me, but this is my blog, so i'm not too strict on my terminologies) of mine, Aileen Rabago, came to Europe last month. she sent me a message in FB a week before to tell me that she'll be visiting Paris for a day and asked if i could tour her around. although we haven't met in person before she came here, we've already chatted several times in the past, and i've always known her as the girlfriend of Ahmed, also a very good friend. and any friend/relative/gf/bf of any good friend of mine is always a more than welcome company for me!

and even though she visited while i was having one of the toughest, toughest times i've had in my entire existence, accompanying her for one night and a day was very refreshing and it gave me a moment to forget my troubles during those times. it also gave me the "first time" opportunities to visit the Notre Dame Cathedral (i haven't been inside the cathedral before Aileen came) and watch The Crazy Horse show.

so i met up with her and her companions (she joined two men in coming to Paris) on the evening of 11th june, at a cafe in Paris 6th.

eventhough i've been in Paris for seven years now, i've never ever really taken the time to tour the city and visit its famous places (except the Eiffel Tower, that is), so i have absolutely no idea where to take them. i was actually hoping they'd have something in mind that they want me to take them to. good thing they did! hehe...

so friday night, i took them to the Eiffel Tower, which they wanted to climb at first but they changed their mind when they saw the long queue for the entrance... because really, it would take more time to stand in line than it would to climb the tower. and then we went to the Arc de Triomphe, and then to Avenue des Champs Elysées. Aileen was quite happy to take it all in. she would have been happy to take the boat ride along the Seine River for a little bit more of sight-seeing, but her two male companions were so bent on seeing The Crazy Horse. although she was quite reluctant to agree, i guess she didn't want to appear killjoy, and also, she didn't want to take off from them out of pakikisama. so off to the Crazy Horse we went. we were late for the first half... and i wasn't really sure it was worth the money to pay for a half-show (eventhough i didn't pay for my entrance). but what did i say about her two male companions? BENT. and so that's how we ended the night. to the second half of The Crazy Hose show.

early the next morning, Saturday... Ai and I met up early in the morning to visit the Louvre (minus her two male companions with whom she agreed to meet at the train station later in the day). she really, really wanted to visit the Louvre so we went there first. she was taking the 4pm-train ride back to Brussels, so i knew that the museum would eat up most of our day. and she was fine with that.

after we took her picture with The Mona Lisa, she was quite happy to get out of the museum, hehe... we still had time for a little chat and to grab some lunch before i accompanied her to the train station. too bad she only had less than 24 hours to visit Paris. we both wish she'll have another chance to go back and stay a few days longer and visit more places. 

CLICK HERE TO VIEW ALL THE PHOTOS from the album Aileen Rabago in Paris.

My New iPhone! Lurveeeetttt!!!

Finally! iPhone 4 is here!!!! hehehehe....

I really wanted a Nokia N900 at frst. As in really, really, really wanted it like crazy! I want iPhone 4, too, but only as a second choice.

Now I'm glad I did get the iPhone 4. I'm just loving everything about it! (",)

Eto Ang Resulta ng Kakulitan ni Hajji

si hajji ang pinsan ng aking butihing asawa. sya rin ay isa sa aking mga malalapit na kaibigan dito sa Paris. kalimitan ay kaya nya akong mapa-payag sa maraming bagay. tulad na lamang ng pagsali bilang backup dancer sa darating na concert nila next week.

dahil jan, nagkakaroon kami ng practice. kanina ung final practice namin para sa aming sayaw. syempre bawat praktis may picture-taking. pero madalas dugyut kami pag nagpa-praktis. syempre laging pawisan eh. kahit sa last praktis namin walang exemption. mga dugyut pa rin...

at dahil last na praktis at piktyuran na 'to... tinodo na namin ng bonggang bongga ang kodakan!

NARITO ANG LAHAT ng pruweba ng aming pang-aabuso sa aming mga camera.

Sigrid Uy in Paris

a high school chum from BA came to Paris for a day tour today. her name is Sigrid Uy. almost like Aileen Rabago (an online friend who visited last year), i never really had any social interaction with Sigrid before she came to Paris... or... should i say, before facebook. she contacted me through a common high school friend, Maricel Ramos (who lives in Rome, Italy).

but unlike Aileen (whom i never met before i came here, but had talked to several times on the net), i've always known Sigrid from high school days (i'm almost positive she didn't know me then), albeit not personally. she was quite popular in school then. i know she was popular, coz i knew her. i mean, in high school, if it's somebody i know, then he/she must have been popular... coz i never really gave a damn about other people except my current classmates... unless that person was really popular that i couldn't help but to have heard about him/her. and sigrid always had a way of standing out from the crowd. although i must admit, i never really liked her in high school. she gave off the impression of being snooty. well, atleast to me.

but anyhow... so... maricel told me she'll be coming over, and that if i want, i could contact her. she wasn't on my contacts list yet, and i really did intend to send her a message. pero naunahan nya ko. (",)

so we met at the train station, and eventhough we haven't seen each other for so long, i think i'll recognize her in the crowd (some of our batchmates have commented that she's changed so much in appearance, but i don't agree, though. i mean, well, ofcourse, she looks older compared to when we were younger (who doesn't, anyway?)... and perhaps her face is fleshier now (i think she used to be skinny in high school), and she looks so much better as well. but i'd still recognize her.

i never knew her personally in high school, we never got to hang out, we never talked, we never even so much as greeted each other on the corridors. first because we were never classmates and second because, well, i think we just both didn't care about one another's existence. and, like i said, on my part, i think she was snooty. not a snob. snooty.

but i wouldn't know if she really was, since i never really knew her before. but if she was, well, she isn't snooty now. nu-uh. not even one tiny bit. if anything, i find her to be nothing but a really sweet and modest person. and honestly, i really, really had a wonderful time with her. i wish she could have stayed longer.

sometimes i could go hating on FB, but whenever i think about the opportunities it has given me to find old friends, and meet new people and make new friends, like i think what happened with me and Sig, i just can't help but be thankful.

me and Sigrid in front of the Trocadero Fountains (yeah, she's so tall, kainis)

i have the entire PHOTO ALBUM HERE

Welcome, Year 2010!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

we welcomed the year in our home, with the only relatives i have here in Paris. as usual, Noemi is the ever-reliable organizer of lahat ng gimik at kalokohan. and take note... may motif pa talaga ang celebration! hulaan nyo kung ano:

View our New Year's Eve Celebration HERE.

Weekend in Milan

An impulsive decision to visit Milan, Italy with my cousins Noemi, Ariel and Apple on an otherwise ordinary weekend. The weather there was soooooo fine, just a little warmer than Paris, but still cold in the early mornings. This is also the first time I saw our distant relatives, Tita Au, Jing, her husband Mark, their daughters Alysson and Gene, and Toto - after they've all migrated to Milan, Italy. We (Alan, chichi and I), Noemi and Ariel, all spent Saturday night at Tita Au's place, together with their old-time friends, Virgie and her hubby, Jay with their son AJ, and Toto's girlfriend Shirlene. That night the barkadas also held a slumber/drinking" party for us. Lunch, dinner, pulutan, and the Sunday brunch all courtesy of Jay and his wonderful talent in cooking. 


The next day, Sunday, was the sightseeing and picture-taking day. We went to visit the Piazza Duomo and its famous Duomo Cathedral, which was once the largest cathedral in the world, but still remains to be the largest cathedral in Europe. Fiive steps from the Duomo square is the Galleria Vittorio Emmanuele... not a gallery, but literally Milans' Champs Elysees. Then off to the Castelo Sforzesco, part of Milan's renaissance architecture which now houses several museums. Kinda like Paris' The Louvre.

View photos here: http://redthetemptress.multiply.com/photos/album/25/Weekend_in_Milan


THESE SHOTS were taken using three different cameras, hence the different image qualities of each photos. Needless to say that qualities of the shots also depend on the photograpther's (which we're not) ability to take good shots at good angles with good lighting... which, ofcourse neither I, nor my husband, possess. So we just posed and fired away at the cameras. Enjoy!

a stick of smoke and a cold glass of coke

AND I'M STILL BEGGING......

please, Master....

come

cage this soul...

for it desires to fly

... no more

Facebook Relationship Status Updates

Most of you guys here have a Facebook account... so I'm sure more or less you'll know what I'm talking about.

I don't know about you guys, but I really, really enjoy reading my friends' status updates. Especially those that say "_____ is now in a relationship"

Never fails to bring up a smile in me.

Just When I've Decided to be Girly for Once...

Luck just wouldn't let me.

Last week my husband decided to buy me a very cute, very handy, very small, and very awesome laptop (yes, I just loved it!). No, it's not my birthday. And no, that's not his present for our wedding anniversary last month (of course he already gave me one, and I'm not gonna tell, like you're interested). He bought the laptop because of one teeny weeny discussion we had over our desktop's wallpaper.

Our pc desktop has always had a picture of The Beatles as its wallpaper. Upon our return to Paris, I don't know what's gotten into Alan's head, but he changed it into a picture of his silly dream car. Of course I hated it. And so a teetytat ensued. Well of course you could say why didn't we have separate user accounts in the first place. Well... first of all, we both hated having to choose our user accounts upon startup. Second, we (usually) both run the same programs, apps, etc.... And besides, I usually do all pc-related stuff for him. Upload photos/songs/videos for his archos player, upload games and update firmwares for his PSP, download torrent movies for him, upload stuff and synchronize his PDA. If he wants something done that has anything to do with his gadget toys and the pc, he calls me. So I saw no point in separating user accounts.

But then he also hated the stuff I put in our pc, MY programs, apps, stuff he doesn't use. And he hated the fact that the desktop's full of shortcut icons. And mostly, he hated that he ALWAYS had to choose between windows xp and windows vista everytime our pc boots up, as I installed dual OS in our pc... because I still sometimes miss the practicality of running things on xp. And I told him it didn't matter if he didn't like a lot of things in our pc because he rarely used it anyway. And then he retorted that he rarely used it because he gets lost with all the things that's in it.

And so these things he hated and hated all piled up until finally, great news! He took me to Surcouf and voila! A brand-new laptop of my choice. At first I wanted to get a notebook. They've got a lot of those here. You know, the tiny things that do delightful stuff? I'd have wanted to get a 10-inch screen MSI notebook, with built-in webcam and an 80GB hard disk drive, and it weighs a little over a kilo. It was perfect. Well, almost. Only it had no dvd player. It's a notebook, so what did I expect?

But Alan is not the type of guy who likes things that's missing something and you still have to buy separately. He likes them all packed up in one item. And in a way he was right. So he told me to get a laptop instead. Of all the lappies in that store, acer aspire caught and held my eye. Mainly because of its small size, a 12.1-inch screen (really, I would've chosen size over specs. hehe). And also, Alan was right again when he said that 80 GB of HDD just wouldn't do for me, and running just on windows xp, and I've also somehow come to love vista. Of course it's way more costly compared to MSI Wind. But then, for a laptop that's ultra portable and heavy on the specs, the price is more than worth it.



I've never parted with it since the day we bought it. I take it practically everywhere! It's light and small enough to carry on my backpack.. I'm even using it to write this blog just now.

There's just one thing I hate about this laptop, though. Oh, the laptop's really fine. And gorgeous. I just hate the fact that I couldn't find a decent bag for it. Not a case, mind. A bag. And a girly one. Yes, for once, I'd like to carry a girly bag around. Not only because girly bags look cute. But because of the fact that since I love carrying my lappy everywhere I go, with a girly laptop tote bag you don't look like you're walking around the streets screaming, "I'm carrying a laptop with me!" for every mugger to see (oh yes, there are street muggers in Paris!).

But goodness, gracious, great balls of Julian McMahon, I just couldn't find A. CUTE. GIRLY. LAPTOP. TOTE. BAG. anywhere! why? have they simply forgotten that women buy laptops, as well?

i found some on ebay and amazon. And the prices are cute, too. But the shipping costs double or triple the price of the bags, which totals to a whopping amount. Like, something I could buy a few pair of jeans with. So I got stuck with one of those ugly black square things that when you wear, you look like you're walking around the streets screaming "i'm carrying a laptop with me!" for all the muggers to see (i told you, there are street muggers in Paris!).

But I still love the lappy. Thanks, baby, for getting me one. The pc at home is officially yours now.

Meet-up with My #Istambayan Friends

a few days after our Bora escapade, Ruel and I met up with our #istambayan friends. this is my first time to see my girls again since i left the Philippines five years ago (Ruel has seen them in his wedding last year).

we held our get-together at Gilligan's, Trinoma. syempre yung mga hindi na single, hindi rin mag-isang nagpunta. Ru was with her wife (and my sister) Mal, i was with alan and chichi, and Jo was with her boyfriend Feli. Mai came with her daughter Anja, and Joyce, who came alone but was later joined by her boyfriend. and Zel came with some cigarettes (she's single and happy, at the moment ^_^).

too bad nikki couldn't join us because i don't know why (i forgot what she said her reason why she couldn't come).

so here we are... after five years....

Clockwise: Ruel, Joyce, Me, Jo, Zel, Mai

Mine and Mai's little angels

View the album HERE

Our Trip to Boracay

we really didn't think our Boracay escapade would still push through after chichi was hospitalized just a couple of days before our scheduled departure. but thank God it did. we were already worrying about how to cancel our trip because Mal can't seem to connect with PAL, but when chichi's doctor found out that we were scheduled to go to Bora, she promised to monitor chichi closely during the day and said that if she continued to be better by evening, she'll disharge chichi. she said, "hindi ko babasagin ang trip nyo". and so that's what she did! chichi was discharged at half past midnight, we went home to scram-pack, caught a few winks, and off to Boracay we went!!! 

CLICK HERE to view our pictures from our first day in Bora.

CLICK HERE to view our day 2 in Bora;

and finally,

CLICK HERE to view our last and finaly day in Bora.

well, too bad jj wasn't able to come with us (again). he said he didn't have money. mal and i already offered to shoulder his expenses. so then he said he's working and couldn't take a leave. he's been there already... so i guess he just wasn't that much crazy to go back.

if you ask me.. i find Boracay to be beautiful (it would be totally moronic of me to say that it's not). but i'm really not the beach or outdoor type of gal... i don't see the point of going through all that trouble (taking the plane, riding the ferry, the tricycles, etcera) just to get to a beach. but of course that's just me. i've heard a lot of people say it's worth all that trouble to go there. mal and ru and my mom have already been to Boracay before, so this wasn't their first time. personally, if i could go somewhere else, i wouldn't really choose to go back there for all that trouble. but chichi did enjoy the beach, though. i believe that was the first time that she actually stepped outside barefoot to feel the sand underneath her feet.

all in all, it was a great holiday. not because we were at one of the most considered to be beautiful beaches in Asia, but because i was there, with my family.

Unsafe Drinking Water in Manila

.... atleast for Chichi.

chichi confined in the hospital for a night after days of drinking from local bottled water. arte ng sikmura mo chi!

I Just Can't Help But Post This:

me, my sister, and my cousins' then and now photos (",)

this picture was taken at Mal's 17th birthday in 1999 i think.

L-R: Lanie, me, Mal, and Lynlyn

and this one was taken last week, nine years after. lanie has just given birth to her second child (third, technically, because her first was a set of twin girls)

L-R: me, Lanie, Lynlyn, Mal

parang lahat kami nagbago, si lynlyn lang ang hindi? ganon pa ren itsura nya. maganda pa ren.

Tagaytay Trip with the Family

This is my first time, I think, that I went to Tagaytay. I don't remember ever going there before. Hmmm... oh, no, scratch that. I mean, yeah, I've been there. But not really up close. And not with the family. So here's to the first time with the family!

(minus jj though, he wasn't able to come because: 1st, he's not feeling well. he's been sick for the past couple of days now. and 2nd, i don't think he's too excite to go. But we were all surprised that Dad went, too, though! But it was really so good to have him with us today.

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And then after our trip to Tagaytay (and stopping on the highway for some buko pies and a quick snack at the mushroom burger... we decided to pay Lanie a visit at the hospital (she's just given birth to a healthy baby boy!)... see... hitting two birds with one stone! (",)

And then one last picture-taking with the cousins outside the hospital.

  

And what good is picture-taking without goofing around?

Going Back Home After Five Years!!!

Finally!!! We're coming home to visit!!! This is chichi's very first ride airplane ride. I was a little nervous but chichi doesn't seem fazed about it.

Now, Alan here, is an entirely different story. He's smiling in the picture. But the truth is, he's scared sh*t:

I expected the flight to be difficult with Chichi . It was a very long flight. But to my surprise (and huge relief, too!)... My little princess behaved so well during the entire journey. She watched in-flight movies, ate, and slept without any problem! That's Chichi amusing herself with the aircraft's TV.

Review of No Country for Old Men

**** MY TAKE FIRST!!!*****

i loved this film. the review below said it all. and i just can't add any more praise at the brilliance of how the movie was directed and played, much less rave about the performances of the actors. and i'll never find words big enough to be worthy of being called a review of my own. all i can say is oh, i just loved the chigurgh character! he sure was scary as hell! he totally gave me the creeps! and he's absolutely cute, too! hehehe.... although i think it's true that in the last 20 minutes running the movie will more or less make you say "WTF is going on???" and the ending kinda leaves you saying "no joke????", i still think it's a brilliant film, though. and oh yes, the last 20 minutes will leave some audience angry and disappointed, and killing off the good guy at the height of the climax surely takes the audience in the "drop-and-then-it-all-slows-down" part of a roller coaster.... but well, that's basically what watching the movie's like... a roller-coaster ride. you know, just when you think it's never gonna stop, it suddenly slows down after the highest drop and then you know the ride's coming to its end but you still feel your nerves jumping even hours after it has stopped.

and yes, i felt sad about the ending. but i didn't feel bad about the movie. and i certainly wasn't disappointed. what other kind of ending could one hope for? this is the kind of story that from the very beginning gives you the feeling that no good is ever gonna come out in the end. you just can't see a situation in which the good guys are gonna be treated right. i don't want the last 20 minutes of the film to spoil the best first 100 minutes of a film i've seen in a long time! besides, unconventional endings don't really bother me at all. i feel sorry for the viewers who, after seeing the film, still had questions and needed a verbal account of what happened to everbody in the end. because every single scene in the movie told it all. you just had to pay attention. you just had to watch more, than listen to every single sound and every single dialogue being said. moss was killed by the mexicans. sheriff bell retired because he no longer feels adequate to keep up with the changing times that's becoming increasingly violent and evil. chigurgh's got the money. he killed the wife. and yes, he got to walk in the end. i'm sure some people prefer the bad guy to be killed or apprehended atleast, but this isn't one of your ordinary action films where the good guy MUST survive because he's the good guy. and that is what the movie's been saying all along. That evil does win sometimes. and in this story, it did. and THAT is the end. i'm amazed at how some people needed to be told a narrative of this key point to be convinced that indeed, the movie has an ending. only not the usual stuff where the cast hug one another in the end or yell in triumph or what other kind of endings that we've been used to seeing to know it's the end.

and it's really unfair of accusing the coen brothers of not having the guts to pull off a proper ending that's why the movie ended the way it did. the brothers presented the movie exactly as the book told it according to the author. the audience has to understand that the movie ended the way it ended because that's how it ended in the book.

but then if you're the kind of audience who needs every detail to be spoon-fed or atleast narrated or post-scripted before the end-credits, and who's looking for a "good-triumphs-over-evil" kind of ending... well, this movie isn't really for you. better wait for The Dark Knight batman sequel (or whatever it's called... which, incidentally, i'll be watching as well not because i'm a batman fan... in all my life i've only ever seen one batman film - Batman and Robin, and that's because i wanted to see what all the hype was about Poison Ivy.... but this time, i'm gonna watch it because it's the last film that the late Heath Ledger did. and i don't doubt that in this movie, like all other typical movies, the antagonist will pay for being the bad guy, and the good will surely prevail.

oh, i don't really like rating by stars. so i'd give No Country for Old Men a 9.9 over 10.... well, of course, i can't give it a perfect 10! after all... i did say i felt sad about the ending! (",)


Review from New York Times

“No Country for Old Men,” adapted by Joel and Ethan Coen from Cormac McCarthy’s novel, is bleak, scary and relentlessly violent. At its center is a figure of evil so calm, so extreme, so implacable that to hear his voice is to feel the temperature in the theater drop.

But while that chilly sensation is a sign of terror, it may equally be a symptom of delight. The specter of Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem), a deadpan sociopath with a funny haircut, will feed many a nightmare, but the most lasting impression left by this film is likely to be the deep satisfaction that comes from witnessing the nearly perfect execution of a difficult task. “No Country for Old Men” is purgatory for the squeamish and the easily spooked. For formalists — those moviegoers sent into raptures by tight editing, nimble camera work and faultless sound design — it’s pure heaven.

So before I go any further, allow me my moment of bliss at the sheer brilliance of the Coens’ technique. And it is mostly theirs. The editor, Roderick Jaynes, is their longstanding pseudonym. The cinematographer, Roger Deakins, and the composer, Carter Burwell, are collaborators of such long standing that they surely count as part of the nonbiological Coen fraternity. At their best, and for that matter at their less than best, Joel and Ethan Coen, who share writing and directing credit here, combine virtuosic dexterity with mischievous high spirits, as if they were playing Franz Liszt’s most treacherous compositions on dueling banjos. Sometimes their appetite for pastiche overwhelms their more sober storytelling instincts, so it is something of a relief to find nothing especially showy or gimmicky in “No Country.” In the Coen canon it belongs with “Blood Simple,” “Miller’s Crossing” and “Fargo” as a densely woven crime story made more effective by a certain controlled stylistic perversity.

The script follows Mr. McCarthy’s novel almost scene for scene, and what the camera discloses is pretty much what the book describes: a parched, empty landscape; pickup trucks and taciturn men; and lots of killing. But the pacing, the mood and the attention to detail are breathtaking, sometimes literally.

In one scene a man sits in a dark hotel room as his pursuer walks down the corridor outside. You hear the creak of floorboards and the beeping of a transponder, and see the shadows of the hunter’s feet in the sliver of light under the door. The footsteps move away, and the next sound is the faint squeak of the light bulb in the hall being unscrewed. The silence and the slowness awaken your senses and quiet your breathing, as by the simplest cinematic means — Look! Listen! Hush! — your attention is completely and ecstatically absorbed. You won’t believe what happens next, even though you know it’s coming.

By the time this moment arrives, though, you have already been pulled into a seamlessly imagined and self-sufficient reality. The Coens have always used familiar elements of American pop culture and features of particular American landscapes to create elaborate and hermetic worlds. Mr. McCarthy, especially in the western phase of his career, has frequently done the same. The surprise of “No Country for Old Men,” the first literary adaptation these filmmakers have attempted, is how well matched their methods turn out to be with the novelist’s.

Mr. McCarthy’s book, for all its usual high-literary trappings (many philosophical digressions, no quotation marks), is one of his pulpier efforts, as well as one of his funniest. The Coens, seizing on the novel’s genre elements, lower the metaphysical temperature and amplify the material’s dark, rueful humor. It helps that the three lead actors — Tommy Lee Jones and Josh Brolin along with Mr. Bardem — are adept at displaying their natural wit even when their characters find themselves in serious trouble.

The three are locked in a swerving, round-robin chase that takes them through the empty ranges and lonely motels of the West Texas border country in 1980. The three men occupy the screen one at a time, almost never appearing in the frame together, even as their fates become ever more intimately entwined.

Mr. Jones plays Ed Tom Bell, a world weary third-generation sheriff whose stoicism can barely mask his dismay at the tide of evil seeping into the world. Whether Chigurh is a magnetic force moving that tide or just a particularly nasty specimen carried in on it is one of the questions the film occasionally poses. The man who knows him best, a dandyish bounty-hunter played by Woody Harrelson, describes Chigurh as lacking a sense of humor. But the smile that rides up one side of Chigurh’s mouth as he speaks suggests a diabolical kind of mirth — just as the haircut suggests a lost Beatle from hell — and his conversation has a teasing, riddling quality. The punch line comes when he blows a hole in your head with the pneumatic device he prefers to a conventional firearm.

And the butt of his longest joke is Llewelyn Moss (Mr. Brolin), a welder who lives in a trailer with his wife, Carla Jean (Kelly MacDonald) and is dumb enough to think he’s smart enough to get away with taking the $2 million he finds at the scene of a drug deal gone bad. Chigurh is charged with recovering the cash (by whom is neither clear nor especially relevant), and poor Sheriff Bell trails behind, surveying scenes of mayhem and trying to figure out where the next one will be.

Taken together, these three hombres are not quite the Good, the Bad and the Ugly, but each man does carry some allegorical baggage. Mr. Jones’s craggy, vinegary warmth is well suited to the kind of righteous, decent lawman he has lately taken to portraying. Ed Tom Bell is almost continuous with the retired M.P. Mr. Jones played in Paul Haggis’s “In the Valley of Elah.” It is hard to do wisdom without pomposity, or probity without preening, but Mr. Jones manages with an aplomb that is downright thrilling.

Still, if “No Country for Old Men” were a simple face-off between the sheriff’s goodness and Chigurh’s undiluted evil, it would be a far stiffer, less entertaining picture. Llewelyn is the wild card — a good old boy who lives on the borderline between good luck and bad, between outlaw and solid citizen — and Mr. Brolin is the human center of the movie, the guy you root for and identify with even as the odds against him grow steeper by the minute.

And the minutes fly by, leaving behind some unsettling notions about the bloody, absurd intransigence of fate and the noble futility of human efforts to master it. Mostly, though, “No Country for Old Men” leaves behind the jangled, stunned sensation of having witnessed a ruthless application of craft.

To XP-fy or to Vista-fy?

windows vista looks nice.... but it sucks. i mean, really sucks!!! there are lots of programs and applications and... ehem... hacks... that just don't run on vista.

i was comfortably happy with windows xp... until finally, my CPU's not happy with me anymore and decided to say good bye and leave me with no choice but to get myself a new unit... and anyway, a brand-new flat screen monitor would be sweet, too... but i've always told my friends i will never upgrade to vista until maybe in the next two years. but when you go out to buy a new PC you won't get one that still has windows xp running on it. they're all vista! so what choice did i have?

i've always thought vista's uncool. but two hours of fiddling with it, i've changed my mind and decided it's not uncool. it's unacceptable! nevetheless, i told myself maybe it takes just a little getting used to. it wasn't until weeks when i've been encountering problems with programs and applications not running on vista that all my pent-up frustrations began to take toll. and these are programs and applications that i use a lot. i was getting sick and tired of using someone else's PC just to be able to run them. so finally, i decided to downgrade back to xp.

but then i found myself already used to vista's interface and besides, the xp that i downgraded to was xp pro, and i used to run xp home, i'm not sure if there's that much difference, but i kinda missed vista eventhough it sucks, so i upgraded to it again. but i still need those progs and apps that don't run on it, and so round the circle i go...

this is the nth time that i've changed and reverted my OS from vista to xp and back again... i know there's something about having a dual OS or hard drive or whatever that allows you to have two operating systems at the same time but i just can't seem to get the hang of it. everytime i try to make a partition of my hard drive so that i've got vista running on one and xp on the other, i always end up just having either the vista or the xp. and i have to re-install and re-download programs and apps every time i change my OS.

and now i'm not just having problems with these progs and apps, but on my PDA phone as well, as it syncs with my pc each time i connect it. but something went wrong somewhere and now i don't have any data left on my PDA and none on my pc either....

sigh... and to think tomorrow's monday.

like, hell.....

Ma Petite Princesse

She's a bundle of sweetness,

brightness and fun; The beauty of springtime,
the warmth of the sun.

She is innocence coveredin mud, sand and soot;
She's Motherhood dragging
a doll by the foot


She's a composite
picture of giggles and tears;of tantrums, excitement,of amusement and tears.



A bundle of mischiefand often a tease;
A creature of moods
not easy to please.

She'll capture your heart
with her pixie-like grin;Or chatter and beg
till your patience wears thin.


But obedient, naughty,
mischievous or coy;
She's Red's little darling
And Alan's pride and joy.

Thank Gawd It's Wednesday!!!

why? coz wednesday's my favorite day of the week, that's why! i know some people who think that the week starts with sunday (atleast that's what the calendar shows). and i used to think that way, too, but i don't anymore... eversince i started working, and i mean working for a living... not the kind of working right after college... coz working right after college is just like an extension of college. you know, going out there, just trying to make yourself a somebody, proving something to other people, maybe even to yourself, and for me that doesn't really count as working. but when you start working for a living, and by that, i mean working for money (coz i also know some people who drive themselves crazy with work because they've got problems and work becomes a therapy of some sort... well, that doesn't count, either).. and working real hard for it, i'm sure you'll agree then that the week starts to become a gruelling, annoying, dreaded five-day thing that ends on friday, and ALWAYS, starts on monday. saturday and sunday become a separate thing altogether, not part of the hellish week anymore, but some kind of a much anticipated reward for the seemingly redundant five days that just passed. except ofcourse, if you're also working on saturdays, which just leaves you sunday to lull around. well, that sucks, man! you only get to rest on sundays... and the next day... guess what? it's monday again! bloody monday.

i hate mondays! it just means another hell week of work, of exhausting my mind and my body, and of being away from my daughter. well, ofcourse it also means i'll be away from my husband, but then he's working, too, so i don't mind too much that we don't get to be together during the day coz after... well, you know what i mean! (",)...

and that, my dears, is why i love wednesday. not too much, mind... coz it's still just another ordinary weekday - i mean workday. and it's not as if i work less on wednesdays. nope. i still do the same amount of work, put up the same number of hours, as i do during the other workdays. it's just that wednesday falls in the middle of this five-day chaos. which serves to remind me that i'm halfway to my reward which, of course, means the two-day rest... and two whole days with my husband and daughter. wednesday tells me that i've gotten through two days already, and pushes me to go on. wednesday tells me that if i'd gotten through half of this week, why not the rest of it? wednesday keeps me going.

two days.... just two more days... and then it's two whole days of blissfulnezz!

I Miss My Istambayan Girls

haaayyyy.... kala ko pa naman, magkikita-kita na kami sa December, tipong gagawin naming grand EB ang kasalan ni tapescrew... kala ko pa naman, makakapag-yosi session na naman kami nila nix, jo, and zel (kahit nag-quit na ko, namp... sasabay pa rin sana ako)... hmftttt... ang dami kong akala. lahat naman mali. basta... miss you mga girls ko!

I Miss UP!!!

Mga bagay na nami-miss ko sa UP

• Lutong-Bahay sa Area 2
• UP Fair
• Paglalaro ng Tong-its sa tapat ng UP Main Lib with Joy, Jeanne and Mabel
• Pancake sa Casaa!!!!
• Lantern Parade
• Isaw sa Kalayaan the best!!!!
• Chocolate Kiss
• Magyosi sa UP Track Oval with Nikki syempre!
• Inuman sa Sarah's with Istambayan Friends
• Krus na Ligas... with Quasimonggi and Poca and Raymar and Oca and friends
• Tapsilog ng Rodic's
• Isaw sa Ilang...
• the Green Leaf!
• Shopping Center!
• the thrill of crossing the highway to get to AIT
• Math Building (joke!!!!!)
• syempre ang Oblation Run!
  

haaayyy... anu ba yan... sinabi ko na ngang di ako magpapaka-senti sa nalalapit na pasko eh!!!! grrr....

Our Home-Made Video for Chichi

November Na!!!!

eh ano naman ngayon????

wala lang... tas december na ulit!

ibig sabihin... malapit na naman ang pasko!

magsi-senti na naman ba ako?

hmmm... di na siguro. not this year. para maiba naman...

lagi na lang akong senti pag pasko. last year, "gusto ko nang umuwiiiii!!!!" ang drama ko. anu naman kaya ngayong taong ito?

sabagay... may magagawa ba ko kung gusto ko umuwi tuwing pasko? may magagawa ba ko kung nakaka-miss ang pinas pag pasko?

wala!

syempre nakaka-miss din ang pinas sa ibang panahon o okasyon. actually, nakaka-miss ang pinas palagi. pero mas kapag pasko. bakit kanyo? eh kasi, ibang iba ang pasko nating mga pilipino.

dito sa paris pinipilit ng mga pinoy na mag-mukhang pang-pinas pa rin ang pasko. meron din ditong tinatawag na simbang gabi. yun nga lang, tuwing gabi at hindi tuwing madaling araw ang misa. sa philippine store, nagtitinda na rin sila ng bibingka at puto bumbong. pero di pa rin kasing sarap ng bibingka't puto bumbong sa atin. nagtitinda rin sila ng mga parol. pero ang parol dito, sa loob ng bahay sinasabit at hindi sa labas. ang spirit of christmas, karaniwang sa mga shopping malls mo lang talagang ma-appreciate at hindi lagi sa mga bahay-bahay. wala ring mga batang nanga-ngaroling dito. or kahit nga matanda wala. ngayon ko napagtanto... kahit pala nakakabuwisit yung mga batang pabalik-balik sa tapat ng bahay mo gabi-gabi para mangaroling, nakaka-miss din pala yun. yung mga dating pinagpapatayan namin ng ilaw (para kunyari walang tao sa bahay, o kaya tulog na)... ngayon hinahanap-hanap ko na.

anu kaya? may christmas family reunion ulit kaya this year sa tayuman? malamang. kahit taun-taon nila sinasabi na "walang reunion ngayon, taghirap ang mga tao". pero magugulat na lang ako, pag tawag ko sa kanila, ang ingay ingay at ang saya-saya nilang sama-sama. tayuman pa. pwede bang walang kita-kita? hindi di ba?

at saka... ay naku! ayoko na! tama na munang pag-iisip ng pasko. tagal pa yan. di muna ko magpapaka-senti. sasakit lang ulo ko.

Re: The Awakening

Nope, Kitty, you're wrong. You never really let him go. YOU let yourself go. He's still there, in your heart, like he's always been. You just let him know. And that made all the difference in the world. You still love him. Ofcourse you do. Only it doesn't hurt you anymore that you do. And it doesn't hurt you anymore that he doesn't.

He knows now that you still love him. That you've always loved him. That you never stopped loving him. And now you feel better, because he knows.

And you know how he feels. Now.

You're free of the "what-if's" and the "could've-been's" and the "would've-been's".

And that's all that matters.

The Awakening

... now everything's clear. i've held it in for so long... all bottled up within the very depths of my soul. how i lived you. how i breathed you. how you haunted my every dream. how you're everywhere, all over the place. how you're everything and everything is you. and never, not even once, did i ask for it all to stop. NEVER.

all i ever really wanted was to let you know. all i ever really wanted was to tell you.

and i never realized, until i did it, that it was all i ever had to do to stop it.

just like that.

i don't know why, or how, but it just did.

and why wouldn't it, when you've just bared your whole soul to one person, only to have that person tread on it without acknowledgment. without a care, that he's just walked on somebody's soul?

and the thinnest thread i've been holding on to was broken.

what's lost is gone.

and it is with gratitude that i accept it.

what's past is past.

and with all my heart, with all my mind, and with all my soul, i'm thankful for the present.

i don't even worry about the future. i'll get there when i do.

and i'll see you when i see you.

or maybe i won't.

- TAKEN FROM Letters to the Ice

The Ice Is Melting...

you should've let it melt eons ago. i don't know why you kept in the freezer.

what were you thinking, reliving his memory after all these years?

why do you dwell on your happy moments with him, when all he ever remembers you for is all the hardships he's gone through with you when you were together?

how can you still care for him, when he doesn't even want to be your friend?

how can you want him, when he can't accept you for who you really are?

why can't you forget him, when he doesn't even remember you now?

how can you say he's the best you ever had, when you still have your whole life ahead of you???

why share your dreams with him, when all he's ever done is step on them?

why cry, when he didn't even care to see you smile?

why bare your soul, when he never really saw you for half the person you really are?

why try to be honest, when all he's ever done is avoid your honesty?

why care, when he doesn't?

how can you want to be there for him now, when he doesn't even need you?

how can you want to be there for him now, when he was never ever there for you?

how can you still love him, when he has long ago forgotten you?

the ice is melting.....

so let it.

- taken from Letters to Diego's Mother