Ingrata by Default

Book Fiend

August 27, 2009

 

Don’t judge a book by its cover.

 

It may be esential in real life, but let’s be honest.  I always end up buying books that has a catchy title or a cool book cover. I dream of having my own library someday. I don’t know how I’d accomplish that but buying at least one every payday may lead me to that path. Yes, every payday my feet would lure me to a book store may it be book sale or your regular highway-robbery fancy schmancy book store. This compulsion started since I was young. I was handed several books by my father who at that time might have been too kuripot to actually buy me a present for my birthdays. The very first book I vandalized was The Little Prince. Second to that is some book I found in my parents’ shelf called “Safe Encounters”.

So yes, maybe a little sex education at  age 7 scared the hell out of me. Chapter 6 gave me a wide array of sexually-transmitted diseases. Sad to say it’s imprinted in my mind and helped me in our baby thesis and well, maybe in life too. Duh? Point is, I’m fond of reading, reading almost about anything because really, Dad might have prepped me for game shows like Jeopardy. Annually, he would give me a books like Fact Finder, the World Almanac and and anything that can be related to enclopedic references. Yes, those are also from book sale. Imagine how much it would cost if he actually get those brand new. Thing is I got those encyclopedia by installment. A-C in the first quarter of the year. N-Z was a Christmas present. But the fact is, I am unable to retain anything that I have read. So yeah, he failed on that aspect of making me a walking encyclopedia. But the passion remained. At least, I still sniff books. Maybe I’m really a K-9 in training.

I can spend all day just reading an entire book. Actually, I’m overestimating. I’m not that of a fast reader so maybe if I am not busy I can finish a book within 2-3 days depending on the pace of the novel or if it’s not a novel,perhaps  the level of interest.

For instance, when I got the Da Vinci Code, I finished the book for an entire day while I was bedridden because of stomach flu. In between chapters, I would lurch or puke buckets. Not even diarrhea can prevent me from finishing the damn thing.

My taste in reading  evolved over my teeny weeny years from all those Francine Pascal’s  evil twins to RL Stine’s gory storylines.

One thing remains the same, I will still opt for the real thing. No e-books whatsoever. I long for the smell  of it and  I love the feeling it leaves as I touch each page. Call it book lust or whatever. 

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UP

August 25, 2009

UP is about uncovering your own adventure. It’s a story about a man who in his later years found the courage to pursue his longtime dream to go to Paradise Falls ( a dream he and his late wife had). With the help of Russell, a young and awfully cute wilderness explorer, they discover the importance of friendship, courage and acceptance. Or at least, that’s how I interpreted it.

In general, the mood of the movie was really melancholic, letting the adult viewer contemplate on the implications and symbolisms used. However, it has a lot of comic relief offered by Dug (the talking dog), Kevin ( a fictional bird),  Alpha (the talking dog with a malfunctioning translator)and of course by the main character Mr. Fredrickson whose grouchy attitude reminds me of my dear late uncle. God bless his soul.

 

Bring a tissue!  err..

 

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Act 1 Scene 1: The Catalyst

You know in movies, there’s always a twist. Sometimes it rips your heart out of the rib cage because you did not see it coming and other times, it’s just a giveaway. You knew it was coming. 
 
There are somethings that happens directly to the main character—that allows him to create a series of actions and other times it’s done indirectly– something that happens to the minor characters but can still trigger and change the course of his actions.
 
You know how sometimes we think we’re pieces from a chess set. Our moves are calculated.  In order to win, we must think far ahead. Think of the end game.
 
You know in physics, every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
 
Something has been set off alright. I am wary of  the coming events. My mind is murky and I cannot think straight. However, I am looking at  Tanduay bottle, half full not half empty. The future is daunting.
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Tornados!

August 20, 2009

Tornados, they’re so powerful. They make cows fly! But tornados in dreams……not kinky I tell you. 

Yesterday, I told my officemate about that dream. Then all of a sudden she began reading the verbatim from a dream interpretation website. LOL.

To see a tornado in your dream, suggests that you are experiencing some extreme emotional outbursts and temper tantrums. Is there a situation or relationship in your life that may be potentially destructive?

To dream that you are in a tornado, signifies that you are feeling overwhelmed and out of control. You will be met with a series of disappointments for the next week or so.  Your plans will be filled with complications.

To see several tornadoes in your dream, represent people around you who are prone to violent outbursts and shifting mood swings. It may also symbolize a volatile situation or relationship.

 OOOOKAY. I know that dreams are very powerful because it reveals our unconscious or repressed emotions. Dream interpretation is used and can help shrinks solve your bed wetting problems. 

In theory, dreams are manifestations of our desires or our deepest thoughts, thoughts that we do not really entertain in the waking life. They are represented by objects, people and situations that appears or occurs in the dream itself.

So yeah, we should not take them literally because they can be interpreted in several ways depending on the occurence or frequency. Usually when it’s a recurring dream its meaning is deeper. So if your recurring dream involves getting run over by a truck, car, or bus it’s best to dial 1-800-CRAZY now.

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To My Monthly Period

August 13, 2009

Dear M.P,

 

First off, cringe. Cringe now, I beg you. If not, you can actually click on the X button. No?? Oh well, you have been warned. Yeah, can you actually believe that I am writing to you?? Yes, isn’t that a sign of insanity???  I digress. At this point, I can say anything to you because, you my friend is the source of all evil. Hey, but you know what, thank you! Thank you for visiting me montlhy because 1.) It actually acknowledges the fact that my ovaries work and that I am a woman 2.) I am not yet eligible to sign that waiver for endless sleepless nights and breast feeding. Yes! Hoorah. But don’t get me wrong. I want to have kids. In fact, I have named them already. In my mind, I picked out a funky name. No, it will not be Xenon, Polonium or something “chemical”. It might be biblical but I’m having a hard time choosing between Maccabees and Malacai.  It will  be August for girl and Gavin for boy. In the future, they will be home schooled. I will ask them to form their little rock band called Black and White Stripes. I will be their band manager. However,  I might change my mind and send them to med school. No one really knows if I’ll be able to bear twins, or even quintuplets. K, we’re veering away from the subject matter.

 

Truth is, I secretly want to be a boy. Being a girl is impractical and high maintenance. Imagine buying sanitary napkins every month and other times pain killers to combat the cramps. Also, the emotional rollercoaster you bring with you every time you visit is terrible. plus the outbreaks.  It’s sad that it will only end when Menopause takes your place. It’s even sadder that I came to know that through the MRT infomercial.

 

I can still stand the angsty outbursts but the timing of your visit will either be a day before an important gathering like let’s say the lady gaga concert or perhaps when I’m extremely chirpy. You always tend to jump right in and rock the boat. Why do you always come in such perfect timing? Huh? Is it to deliberately sabotage my day? You’re a little schemer, aren’t you? Even though, I mark the calendar and try my best to predict your arrival, I fail. I fail because you always make sure that it’s either a few days before or after my prediction. Either it’s really deliberate or I lack the appropriate Madame Auring skills.

 

So there, I said my piece, M.P.  I’m ready to negotiate just don’t terrorize me every goddamn month. Frankly, I’m almost getting used to it. But yeah, a little heads up would really be nice.

 

 

Hormonally Yours,

 

Joyce

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