There are scenes from Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist that I absolutely love--love and envy, adore and detest, attempt to ignore but can't get enough of.
The first one is at the Electric Lady recording studio, fictionally owned by Norah's record industry big shot dad. During an earlier scene at a convenience store, Norah and her frienemy/Nick's cunt of an ex-girlfriend Tris, discuss Norah's rumored incapability to reach an orgasm. Her defensive reaction is pretty much a giveaway that the rumor is true, and later on admits to Nick that she's never been with anyone else but her douche ex-boyfriend Tal...
...back to the recording studio scene. Norah asks Nick to record one of the original songs she really liked from a mix cd he previously made for Tris. Instead of being able to record the track, they end up having a moment, making out with mucho gusto and doing it on the studio's couch with the recording system still turned on. Norah is heard climaxing through the sound equipment. I couldn't help but be moved by this yet at the same time be irritated by the fact that I haven't had a moment like that one--and the miserable thought that I could possibly miss out on those kinds of moments for the rest of my life.
The next one is when Nick and Norah, despite finding the location of Where's Fluffy's down low after hours gig, decide to miss the band's set and instead spend time with one another. As they descend down the escalator at Penn Station, the scene slows down and focuses on Nick, with Norah jumping into his arms, and the two sharing arguably one of the most romantic kisses I've seen in movie history. It was beautiful. Again, the same kind of envy and admiration, and the desire to share something as blissful and passionate with someone (ideally my boyfriend, no doubt!), washes through me whenever I watch this part.
I hate movies for making real life seem so stale, sinister and sorry. Then again, these are the kinds of alternative realities, and made up infinite moments, that keep me from being entirely hateful and hopeless.
P.S. As much as I love Butch, Nick and Norah is just too good to be true. Yes, I've managed to be jaded even about love and relationships now. I suck.
(Picasso's Guernica 1937, oil on canvas) A good visual of what's been going on in my head as of late
I don't even know how to properly begin this tirade, so I guess I'm just going to take as pragmatic an approach as I can. Maybe I can easily make a detailed account if I came up with a thesis statement first. Hmm let's see...
...PEOPLE SUCK. I suck, you suck, we all suck. The world is an ominous, disgusting place, and I want to escape from my despicable little bubble ASAP. How's that for a thesis?
I continue my structured account by enumerating the reasons behind my sudden social dementia:
1. I've been around terrible people for too long. How do I know it's been too long? Because I think I'm pretty terrible myself. I think that I've turned into someone I don't like because of the people around me, and that I have yet to be true to the sinister, straightforward underbelly of my character. Some of the people I know frustrate me, because some of them--really,some of them...are genuinely atrocious. Really. Self-absorbed, arrogant, obnoxious yet truly idiotic..the works!I don't get these people, I don't get myself and I don't get how I am able to tolerate and actually participate in this kind of social debauchery. This point may be poorly argued, but I really don't know how to amply explain my thoughts on this. Then again I'm sure it's quite easy to catch my drift. In very close relation to this point and my sentiment in my thesis about my "despicable bubble"...
2...I'm lifting a quote from something I posted on Therese's Facebook wall (yes, I refuse to participate in actual social gatherings yet I can't afford to pull away from the totem of online social networking. haha hypocritical me :P)
"I know, I have slits for eyes nowadays. I hate it,all the ill feelings I'm harboring are blurring mah vision. I think it's my psyche letting me know that I've exhausted as much as I can from Manila and that I need.to.get.out. For the sake of my aspirations, social skills and sanity. I think you and I both need to break away from this congested, phony, repetitive, claustrophobic bubble.." I can only hope that there's absolute truth to one of my parting lines. "..Soon, bebe, soon, we shall." 3. I'm through with not knowing. Not knowing who I am, not entirely knowing who my real friends are, not knowing why I feel so stuck and sticky with pretense and delusion, not knowing everything about what the rest of the world has to offer, not knowing anything at all. Anything.
I hardly have any breathing room in this city, a city so beautiful yet so cyclical, hierarchical and phony. As of now the best I can do is get a few gulps of fresh air every once in a while--during my moments of solace reading Bourdain and Baudelaire in between working on my thesis, the cups of coffee sipped alone, the Saturdays spent with the only person who allows me to breathe completely easy, the moments with cherished friends that can't ever be erased from my memory. I long for a life with the air untainted, and that's the kind of life I intend to begin living soon...
...and this beginning can only come with the closing of an old chapter, so I should probably stop this now and get back to my thesis so as to come a step closer to graduating on time. As "emo" or whiney as I sound in this entry to whoever may be reading this, I believe the appropriate description is jaded. Probably a bit more jaded at the moment than many of you are, but I'm sure some of you are echoing my thoughts.
As I am as lost and as stuck as a number of you are, all I can leave you with are the all too wise and timely lyrics of Tony Ellis: "I know one day a change will have to come".
I know too, Mr. Ellis. I think many who feel the same way I do know, too... ...and soon, baby. Soon, it shall.
Harley Viera-Newton, you're everything I want and more....your closet is everything I want and more. And your hair. OH, YOUR HAIR!!!
I think I'm in webceleb love ♥
Check out this Refinery29 profile and interview if you want to know more about my new girlcrush.
P.S. My grandparents arrived from the U.S. yesterday and came bearing even more presents. All my requested leggings were there, so expect a lot of wild thunder thighs soon soon soon.
My two favorites are:
My cream and white cheetah-printed Forever21 leggings (a little too insane for some, yes?)...
...and myMembers Only (that's the brand k?just to clarify!) liquid leggings.
My cousin who was tasked to buy them for me neglected to tell me that they were only available in a size too small, and since the leggings are practically like second skin + have about thismuch stretch in them, I had to force my lower body in. No way am I letting my money go to waste. After 30 minutes of yanking and pulling and sucking in, I was able to wear them properly. Applause, applause! Hahaha. I'm a bit sad, aren't I?
That's all. Enough procrastinating, time to get back to work urgh. Have a great week!
I don't know if I should blame Mercury retrograde (yeah because I believe in that sorta stuff) or the sleepless nights, but I am sick. The kind of sick that it hurts to type or text. I have a sore throat, a nasty cough, recurring fever, and a cold. It's most likely the flu, yeah, but I'm not used to getting this sick. Although I easily fall victim to food poisoning and empacho, I'm a generally healthy girl. Yiz.
It's my dad's birthday, my sister Cay's dance concert at the AC fair and Toni's birthday dinner/inuman and I'm not even sure if I can survive going out at this point. The temptation of beer and cigarettes will surely render me futile, so I don't know, might just stay in and get a rain check. :(
Okay, it's time to be random!
SURVEY!!!
7 favorite words - PEKPEK - "BABE, PLEASEEEEE. PLEASEEEE!" - daymn son! - gameeeee? - "inom tayo!" - fuck - but, so, yet, although, nevertheless, therefore + all the other linking words. Linking words are everything.
7 movies you'd watch over and over - Clueless! (way too many quotable quotes and life lessons in this teen flick) - Ferris Beuller's Day Off (young Matthew Broderick was way too cute and charismatic. SJP stole his thunder!) - Breakfast Club - Lost in Translation - Baz Luhrman's Romeo + Juliet (everything about this film is awesome, from the soundtrack [When Doves Cry+The Wannadies You and Me Song+Des'ree=GOLDEN], to Leo's boyish charm and piercing blue eyes, plus John Leguizamo's portrayal of Tybalt...great film, really. The only thing I ever get tired of is Claire Danes' face. She creeps me out.) - The Sound of Music ("High on a hill was a lonely goatherd/Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hooooooo!!!" HEHE. Seriously though I've been watching this since I was six and the part where they sing Edelweiss and escape afterwards still breaks my fucking heart. ) - Breakfast at Tiffany's (The scene where she's sitting on her windowsill, playing "Moon River" on her mandolin, is just so great. Plus Paul Varjak is just too smooth to deny.) - You've Got Mail (because Meg Ryan pre-collagen + Tom Hanks were just too cute, endearing and believable together. I wanted to be Meg Ryan in that movie and have a quaint children's bookstore like Shop Around the Corner) 7 places you want to go to before you die - Miley Cyrus' house, because she's my BFF and it would suck if I didn't even get to crash at her place at least once in my life. ILOVEYOUMILEY!!! - In Shia Labeouf's pants...mhm. - Greece - Scotland, mainly because of all the ale plus the deep fried everything! (pizza and Mars bars, in particular) - Brazil - Africa - All the provinces in the Philippines I have yet to visit. I'd really love to go to Aurora, Siquijor, Samar (my grandfather's hometown) and explore more of Dumaguete. I'd like to visit Guimaras with Booch sometime soon, hopefully. :)
first 7 albums hahaha I don't know if I can remember everything, but here are the ones that I recall, on either cassette (old iskol talaga!) or CD: - New Kids on the Block's self-titled debut album ("Step by Step" was my favorite song when I was two, or so my mama tells me...) - Fugees - The Score - The Moffats - every album they came up with (I was hardcore enough to follow them to SM North Edsa. HAH) - Mariah Carey - Butterfly (Ina. Hahaha!) - All Saints - All Saints - Spice Girls - Wannabe - Britney Spears - Baby One More Time 7 celebrity crushes - SHIA LABEOUF #1 forever!!! - Scarlett Johanson - Erin Wasson (since she's a supermodel I guess celebrity narin siya) - The Jonas Brothers - Zac Efron - Steven Strait - Glaiza de Castro (my crush of the moment, thanks to a conversation I had the other day with some of my friends about the video for Pupil's "Disconnection Notice". She's a prettier and more interesting version of Angel Locsin.)
7 greatest inventions - television...movies...the camera, the iPod, cellphones, the computer + laptops (I know I'm cheating by forcing a bunch of answers into one item but is far too limiting :P ) - the internet - makeup. seriously, makeup. I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have any means to camouflage my uneven and blemished skin + dark eyebags - beer and cigarettes - alcohol, as in the disinfectant. Germs are gross. - Strepsils and Vicks. These products are easing things up for me right now - Burgers, nachos, chimichangas, chori burgers, onion rings, Regent's Cheese Rings...kwek kwek, fish balls, kare kare, green curry and roti, bulgogi, Old Chang Kee curry puffs, waffles, french toast, frozen yogurt with cherries and cheesecake bits, sushi, pasta, salmon, STEAK...all the delicious food God has both blessed and cursed me with!I swear I am such a foodie, I need control!I don't want to balloon even more uhuhu :((
-------------------------------- Here are Erin Wasson and Justin Timberlake appearing together in the promotional videos for JT's clothing line William Rast. The two of them together is just way too much appeal for me. I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate any minute now.
(Carla these are the Erin Wasson + JT vids you were talking about!Haha :] )
The William Rast clothes are actually pretty great. A lot of basics that are cut well and weathered to perfection.
William Rast ---------------------------------- I am super craving for Miggy's Super Tacos and Bun on the Run. Too bad I can barely hold down food right now and Booch isn't around to food trip with. I really want a double chori burger, a burrito, cheese flautas, a chimichanga, nachos and churros!AHHH!!!
source: http://tipidmeals.com
That's it for now. Enjoy what's left of the weekend and keep healthy!Drink lotsa OJ and take yer vitamins!
P.S. I miss Booch very much :| He's only been gone for two days but I've been sick and fragile and dying for his company. :| P.P.S. - Apparently the Twilight film/novel comparison has been postponed indefinitely (I have a feeling definitely na nga eh haha). It's not in the best interest daw of the makers of the film franchise. Ahem. So yeah, we're not supposed to conduct those types of talks and meetings anymore. I feel kinda crappy because I felt "big time", and now my dorky, Twilighter dream has been crushed. How miserable :( P.P.P.S. On a lighter note, this is pretty trivial. and funny. hehe!
...because I have to finish some schoolwork, continue cleaning out my closet, bask in the loads and loads of new things my mom brought us from her trip to the US (thank you Mama I love you!) anddd yeah, that's about it. It's not bad at all, I enjoy staying home. I've turned into more of a "staying in" sort of person.
While I get to doing what must be accomplished, I leave you with all these crazy/beautiful shoes I have been going gaga over!
It's already 8:05 am in the PH and I am still wide awake. I should really get some sleep, especially since I'm hosting a very late birthday party tonight and I'll probably be up and about 'till the earlier hours of Sunday. However, my body clock has managed to betray me by refusing to re-adjust to my usual school term sleeping hours. After an entire night/wee hours of the morning watching films such as The Wackness and Better Off Dead (a 1985 dark comedy which I strongly suggest for 80's teen flick lovers who have yet to see it. John Cusack was such a hottie. On second thought, he's totally rocking the DILF title even at present), attempting to play old school Snakes and Ladders by myself and reading Salman Rushdie's "The Satanic Verses", I remain alert and completely upbeat. In my heart of hearts, or better yet body clock of body clocks (???), however, I really am tired and would like to get some shut eye.
...About said very late birthday party, the party theme calls out for me to wear something neon. I'm wearing a neon yellow dress which I got on sale at this store called Tango about a year ago. It's obnoxious and great, and I use these two adjectives to describe the garment mainly because of its color. My fellow celebrants (it's a joint affair between me and three other friends) may have had some difficulty coming to terms with the neon attire, but I just love fluorescent, highlighter colors. However, I'm having trouble with two things: a.) the cut of the dress. For one, it's sleeveless. I never really expose my ginormous arms so that's an issue for me. Plus the cut of the dress is a play on this whole flapper+ice skater outfit lovechild thing. It's not a cut that suits me well, and it's obviously something I wouldn't usually wear, and b.) deciding on the right shoes. Since I immediately decided to cross out silver and later on decided that white was too safe, I'm down to either my predictable grey Charles and Keith heels or these Juan wedges with a 5 inch platform. The Juan wedges have become my loves since I purchased them over the Christmas break. Although they can be rocked with most of the things in my wardrobe, I don't know if the color of the cork platform and this one brown strap (the middle one is black and the bottom strap is in grey) might be too monotonous and "off" for the loud-colored dress.
I need help figuring this one out while dressing up. The things is I'm not sure about whose opinion to ask for since my usuals aren't going to be there during the prep time for the party. There's always my beloved, butttt Butch is probably the least opinionated boyfriend ever when it comes to outfits, makeup and the like. Ugh. I have to come to a decision in the next few hours. Maybe I'll take a picture before I leave the house. If there's one valuable thing I learned from fictional Beverly Hills betty Cher Horowitz (Clueless), it's that you can never trust mirrors and opinions. Only photos are completely credible. Always take a picture of an outfit, and clarity will follow. HAHA...
...I know it may seem extremely trivial and ridiculous to some, but shoes are arguably the most important part of any ensemble. They can make or break everything else in an outfit, which is why it's key to make the best footwear decisions possible. I swear even I'm kind of LOLing at myself right now for sounding like such a ditz, but this is a DILEMMA (oh God humiliating typo, sorry :[ ) I'm taking seriously and which I'd like to resolve ASAP. What to do, what to do!
If only I could be as secure with my clothing and shoe decisions as my idol Rumi. She rocked a neon yellow Topshop dress (reminiscent of Tinkerbell!) not so long ago and paired them with the most unexpected yet awesome boots. The outfit totally worked; she looked phenomenal, as she perpetually does.
Before I try to get at least an hour or two in, I leave you with the visual of that genius pairing :
I can only pray that my outfit ends up looking like that. Sighhh. Wish me luck. :P
Due to unforeseen and very unfortunate events, my family's Hong Kong trip has been moved to the third week of May. My mom had to fly to the US asap, which means me and my sisters have been left here in Manila to bask in our boredom + our dad's weird antics and lousy old man jokes. Anyway, I've been attempting to entertain myself through various means. The most prominent one is by obsessing over cybercelebs/really awesome famous folks I enjoy stalking such as...
...Erin Wasson. She's a reluctant supermodel, stylist, designer (check out her collaboration with RVCA) and badass bitch that no one would ever want to mess with. She's so amazing that I sometimes dream about what it would be like having her as an older sister, or a best friend. I know that's weird but she's golden like that.
Here's a photo post that'll serve as a testament to how coolcool cool this woman is.
How can someone with charisma bigger than the state of Texas (incidentally her home state) actually exist? Erin Wasson wins at life, and we the common folk can only dream of being half as hot, own a flat as nice as hers, and have as much cash, talent and success and life prowess as this girl of the moment.
Oh, my bad for making this an after thought, but you should really check out her line. She has awesome basics+casual chic items that seem to be made with the most comfy fabrics and fit great. Rumi has been sporting some of the swag she scored from the launch. The blazers, vests, breezy tanks, silver shorts (!!! :]) and other pieces are genius. Visit the RVCA site and see for yourselves!
Models showing off the goods + Erin being her supahcooh self after her NY Fashion Week show
By the way, advanced Happy New Year to you all. I hope you party it up with your loved ones as I try to make the most out the last day of '08 by watching 80's and straight-to-dvd flicks on Youtube while drinking a Red Horse grande or two...because I am so hardcore. And boring. Blahhh. Anyway, enjoy the festivities! :)
P.S. As a late birthday/Christmas present, would anyone mind scoring me a copy of
?...A couple of good reviews have left me curious and excited. After all, who doesn't have a love+loathe thing for MK and A?
