What's In Store for 2007?

It has been 2 weeks into the new year, and I haven't really sat myself down to plan my life for 2007. I really should get started, though. Bleurgh. :P

New Year's Resolutions:

1. Get to work early (as in, 8:30 a.m.!) - I've been coming late to work (as in 30 minutes to an hour, late) since July of 2006. I'm just not a morning person. Blah. But for the past week into the new year, I've been consistently on time to work. Hurrah. Let's see how long this will last...Hehe.

2. Eat healthier - Now this is a bit tricky. I'm a natural eater - "natural" meaning that I eat whatever I crave, whenever I crave it. I've been trying to control my carb intake (I'm a voracious carb eater. I loveLOVElove carbs), and I've been staying away from junk food (*sniff* I miss Ruffles). 19 days into the New Year and I broke this resolution. Boo to me.

3. Drink more fluids - On the average, I only drink 4 glasses of water a day: one per meal, and one more glass stretched out during the day. Yep. Very unhealthy. Reason? Tinatamad akong kumuha ng tubig sa water dispenser, at tinatamad akong mag-CR. Hehe. This year, I hope to be more hydrated, for the sake of my skin, and my internal health. Hehe. :)

4. Be thrifty. - I aim to save at least 50% of my monthly salary. 60% if I can really put my mind into it. And I will put all of my savings into worthy investments. :) High five!

That's it, for now. Through these 4 resolutions, I aim to improve different aspects of my life: professional, health, social and financial. They all inter-connect together anyhow. :) Hehe. Good luck to me!


Things To Do:

1. Design Greenfields house! Look for inspirational images! Get started on the concept! Impress parents! Hehe. My first house project is my family's house. Well, my parent's retirement house daw. I have to finish this before I leave this August.

2. Get my room renovation over and done with! I so want to fix my room: to get all of my precious books, my shot glass collection, my Architectural Record magazines and my picture frames into nice shelves; to have a study table that I could actually use; and to have a really nice, and very functional bedside table.

3. Fix UK stuff. Confirm my place in UCL. Apply for accommodations. Apply for a visa. Get required books. Actually get the guts to do all of the above.

4. Arrange nice vacation for me, Mark and our friends. We have to have an out-of-Luzon trip during Mark's summer, and before I leave. More than one, if time and money permits it. :)

5. Think of a way to celebrate my birthday this year. Hmmm.

Ah. I'm sure I have lot more things that I have to do. Thinking of them gives me a headache. But they're all very exciting, very new things, so it's a happy headache. Haha. If there is such a thing.

Hurrah for 2007!

Grow already!!!

AAAAARGH.

I can't wait for my hair to grow out!!!

It's currently in a very alanganin stage where it curls in every which direction it wants! And the bangs aren't looking too good, either: it looks really weird because I have wisps of tikwas hair that are shorter than the rest of my tikwas hair. I look like Farah Fawcett with a very bad hair day.

And recently, I have bad hair days every single day! Let's just say that I would rather keep all of my holiday celebration pictures to myself. Hay.

ARGH. Grow already!

PARK(ing) Day

Tina sent this link through the arki2004 yahoogroups. Verrry interesting. :)

PARK(ing) is an investigation into reprogramming a typical unit of private vehicular space by leasing a metered parking spot for public recreational activity.

We identified a site in an area of downtown San Francisco that is underserved by public outdoor space and is an ideal, sunny location between the hours of noon and 2 p.m. There we installed a small, temporary public park that provided nature, seating, and shade.

Our goal was to transform a parking spot into a PARK(ing) space, thereby temporarily expanding the public realm and improving the quality of urban human habitat, at least until the meter ran out.

I think it would be great if someone here in the Philippines could do something like that...as a personal project, a school project, or even a company-sponsored one. It's a very simple, yet very inspired idea. :) I'd do it if anyone else is interested in doing it with me. :) The MMDA will probably be breathing down our backs, though. But that's part of the challenge too, right?

A few groups around the world have taken the big step and have used this PARK(ing) project as their inspiration for their own projects. Others who have PARK(ed):







John Gilbert Architects

Glasgow, Scotland

RYF Organization

Trapani, Sicily

Santa Monica Rec. & Parks Commission

Santa Monica, California

Hello? Calling out to U.P. College of Architecture! Hehe. :)

Check out the VIDEO TRAILER as well as the PICTURES. Their website also has a how-to file to help out aspiring PARK(er)s. :)

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

Dearest MacMacky,

I miss you.

It's been (almost) 2 months since you've been gone, but I can still vividly picture you in my mind as if you're still here. Sometimes, I even half-expect to see you sleeping on the floor beside my bed, or to see you panting and slobbering everywhere. :)

It's really hard to forget you, you know. It hurts most especially in the morning as I leave for work; and at night when I get home. Up til now, my days never seem to be complete without you: No more slobbery-happy face to see me off in the mornings; no more slobbery-happy face to welcome me at night. :(

I was at Eastwood City tonight, and I got to see some people with their pet dogs, walking around the mall. I always planned to bring you there before. You would've loved to walk around and pee everywhere you wanted to. And I could just imagine you backing away from the escalator, as you were always afraid of heights. Hehe. I'm really sorry that I wasn't able to bring you there...or to Tiendesitas...or to the U.P. Acad Oval. That would've been fun, eh?

Up til now, I still cannot understand why you are gone. I admit that there are times when I am angry at God for taking you away, especially when He knew that I explicitly prayed for your long life and your health; especially when He knew how much I loved you. He's really unfair sometimes, isn't He. :(

I guess people don't understand why I still get so depressed over you. There are times during the day when I would miss you all of a sudden: fleeting moments that leave behind a large amount of pain. And the biggest factor for my depression is guilt: I still blame myself, even if everyone tells me I shouldn't. I can't help feeling this way...I'm responsible for your life; that should ultimately make me responsible for your death as well. :(

Losing 2 dogs in a span of one month doesn't exactly put me in the best light. People either think that I am very unfortunate, and they will sympathize with me; or they think that I did not do a very good job of taking care of you and Petunia. It breaks my heart when people say "Baka naman di mo inaalagaan" (and there are people who have said that to my face). I get hurt because it undermines my love for the 2 of you, and because I'm afraid that some part of it might be true; that maybe it's my fault that you and Petunia are gone.

:'(
*sigh*

Macmackyboyboyboyboy, there are SO many things that I want to say to you: I'm sorry. I wish you were here. I miss you. I love you. I hope you and Petunia are happy there in doggie heaven. I hope you have enough shoes to chew, and enough trees to pee on. :) I hope you know that I did try to take care of you the best way I could...

I hope that someway, somehow, you could hear all of these thoughts running through my head, and that you could understand them. I'm sure that you and Pretty Petunia are in a better place because you are such good good doggies. :) Mmmwah. Amishoo.

Wish that you could've spent this New Year's with us. You'd probably be hiding under your chair, and Petunia would probably be barking up a frenzy...but at least you'd be there.

Watch it!

I watched the video (see entry below) again tonight. Wala lang, I just wanted to.

Naiyak nanaman ako. Hehe. I don't even know the couple (Andrei and Minerva!) personally, but I could see all of the love they have for each other, bursting out of that 3++ minute video. *sigh*

The song says it all: LOVELY.
(to those reading this post right now: WATCH IT! And tell me what you think!)

I wish my (future) on-site video is as touching, and as inspiring. :) Aaaah.

/me goes into senti-daydreaming-mode again...

**If you wish to see more inspiring/romantic/sweet/wow wedding videos, visit http://jasonmagbanua.com. He rocks! :)

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Lovely

by Michelle Tumes

You're the sweet dreams that soothe me

When I can't fall asleep

You're the field in the middle of the city

When I'm rushing by at the speed of light

You're the strong resolution when I find no peace

You're the church bells ringing in the evening

When all is quiet You whisper comfort

That lifts my heart

I get so weak

Chorus: Ooh You're lovely, lovely
You're the center of my universe
A thousand times I look around me and I find
Ooh You're lovely, lovely
You're the center of my universe
A million ways could not explain
You're lovely

You're the soft words that touch me

When I just can't speak

You're the breeze on the ocean in the morning

Reminding me to greet the day

You're the flowers I remember seeing in Italy

Colors through a golden haze

Bright and radiant, soft and fragrant

In the noon day sun, it makes me sing

Chorus

I understand there may be grief

And there may be pain

But I'm aware You blind the darkness

With Who You are

Because...

Chorus

Lovely

(Click image to watch video)

I've been addicted to Jason Magbanua's website for the past week, and I've been viewing the videos he has done for weddings. So his fee is a little bit steep; but his videos are brilliant, and the other videographer's works (that I've seen so far) aren't up to par. I'll definitely be saving up some moolah so that I can hire him as my wedding videographer (for the far far future). Yay.

This is my favorite video, so far. I loveLOVElove the song...very romantic. :) *sigh*

Elf Yourself!

If you're feeling like a Scrooge this Christmas season, I know of the perfect website to cheer you up.

http://www.elfyourself.com

You can turn yourself into an elf, just for kicks! Or you can turn other people (yung mga gusto mong pagtripan) into elves, and laugh at them all day long. Heehee.

HI-larious. :D

Click HERE to see the one that I did of K-Fed. Wahahaha.

Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood

Man, this song is F-I-E-R-C-E!!! *roar*
Go Carrie! :)

Before He Cheats
Carrie Underwood


Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp,
and she's probably getting frisky.
Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink
cause she can't shoot whiskey.
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick,
showing her how to shoot a combo.
And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats.
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

Right now, she's probably up singing somewhite-trash version of Shania karoke
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
and he's thinking that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo.
And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl,
Cause the next time that he cheats.
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
Ohh... not on me.

Insomniac

It's 4:12 a.m., and I can't sleep. This is really weird, considering that I have been out drinking last night and my head feels like it's filled with lead. I'm thinking about so many things, and my brain doesn't seem to want to rest. Boo. I really should learn to stop worrying too much.

One of the things I'm getting all wound up about: Graduate school.

Two weeks ago, I had a telephone interview for one of the courses I applied to at UCL. The course director told me right then and there (after interviewing me for an hour!) that he was recommending me for admission into his course. He said that he thought my answers were good (bola skills from U.P. do come in handy), and that I would fit nicely into the course. Yay. So I'll be receiving the offer for admission anytime soon.

Also, I submitted an essay for the other UCL course I had applied to (as requested by the course director). No word from their department yet. Maybe they didn't like what I wrote (about indoor environmental quality. Blah). 2000 words of technical hoohah. At least I learned a lot while researching for that shiteous essay.

I also got accepted into the University of Sydney just last September. The application process for that was pretty quick, though. I submitted the application form, along with other requirements (diploma, transcript, IELTS result etc), and I received a firm offer of admission ONE WEEK after I sent it out through FedEx. That's it? Go figure.

But that doesn't matter anyhow, because I'm leaning more towards UCL. I haven't even received my admissions letter yet, and I can visualize myself roaming the streets of London, all bundled up, blowing steam out of my mouth. Whee. I am going to freeze to death in that place. It's weird that I'm looking forward to that.

Is it crazy that I'm prepping myself for this trip even before I have even confirmed it? I'm stocking up on winter coats, and they're only gathering dust in my closet (when would I be able to wear a (faux)fur-lined coat here in Manila?!); I'm compiling a "leaving on a jet plane" playlist on my iPod (Makita Kang Muli, Don't Forget to Remember Me, etc. just to give you a preview. Harhar).

I haven't been away from my family for more than a week. I have never lived away from home in all my 24 years. How the hell do I expect to survive living in a foreign country, all by myself, for a whole frickin' year?!?! I must be crazy.

I have only been an average student in college. Not even close to honors. And I procrastinate to death. How in the world will I go through graduate school?? I must be delusional. I had better switch myself to *nerd* mode for a year.

10 months away, and I'm having an anxiety attack.

It's Here!

Dell Inspiron E1505
....
Isn't she beyootiful? :) and she's aaaaall mine. *sigh* :)

The Other Boleyn Girl

They're making a Hollywood adaptation of Philippa Gregory's The Other Boleyn Girl.



Yay.

Natalie Portman is playing the part of Anne Boleyn.
Scarlett Johansson is playing Mary Boleyn (the other Boleyn girl, of course).
...and Eric Bana as Henry VIII.

I'm not sure whether I like the casting choices...while reading the book, I always pictured Mary as the smaller sister; Scarlett Johansson is anything but small. :P Anne Boleyn is the evil bitch/slut/temptress...can Natalie Portman pull that off? Aaaand, Henry VIII is definitely not as hot as Eric Bana, especially at the end of the book (movie) where he supposedly ages and gets really fat and DOM-ish. Hahaha.

Lovelovelove the book. Hope I'll love the movie, too.

It's just not the same anymore...

It's been a long while since I last updated this blog. October 4th, as indicated in my previous entry below.

How I wish I could go back to that day...or to any point before October 11, 2006.

I know it's futile to try to change the past. But I just want to change 2 things. Please let me change 2 things...

Please let me go back to the time when MacMacky and Pretty Petunia were still alive.

Please. :'(

I MISS THEM SO MUCH, IT HURTS.

The Queen

I'm looking forward to watching The Queen starring Hellen Mirren. It's basically about Queen Elizabeth II - her untold story during the time of Princess Diana's death. I saw the trailer, and it was absolutely intriguing. Aaaah. I love stories about the British monarchy.

Another movie I'm curious about is Marie Antoinette, yet another monarchy story (French, this time).

I don't know what triggered my love for stories like these. THe story of King Arthur and his Round Table, perhaps? Sleeping Beauty? So far I've read historical fiction based on characters from the 16th century: The Other Boleyn Girl which revolves around the Boleyn sisters Mary and Anne (as in Anne Boleyn, wife of Henry VIII of England, and mother of Queen Elizabeth I); and the Courtesan which is a fictional story based on the life of Diane de Poiters, mistress of Henri II of France.

Sir Ozaeta says that I was a duchess in my past life (Wait, what is the lowest title, duchess or countess?) Maybe that's why I feel so attune to these "royalty" stories. Haha. Feeling. That would've been so cool, though. I mean, I wouldn't want to live in those times (too stuffy and too superficial sometimes), but it would've been fun to be nobility. :)

Rainy mondays are CRAP.

Ang panget PANGET PANGET ng araw na 'to.

I felt really pathetic. I felt angry, sad and scared all within one day.

It was hell day at work.
Our group didn't make our deadline.
One of my groupmates and I are not on good terms. (Ewan ko sayo. Sayang ang effort!)
I had OT till 10 p.m. (when I had planned to leave at 7:30!)
When I left the office, I thought: "Finally. I can go home and relax."

But fate had other plans for me.

Wala akong masakyan na FX.
Lahat ng taxi na dumadaan may sakay.
And aside from those 2 modes of transporation, I didn't know how else to go home.

I ended up standing stupidly by the side of the road for 45 minutes.
I was close to tears, because it was getting late, and I didn't know what to do.
Ewan. Nakakatakot talaga pag di mo alam ang gagawin, at kung lahat ng naisip mo na options eh hindi puwede.

And so, with no clear thought in my head, I started walking.
It was late; it was dark and damp.
I was all by myself.
And I was crying.

Yes. Big, spoiled baby here was crying.
I just felt so stupid, so alone, and so LOST.

It was the worst feeling in the world.
Plus, it was humiliating to be walking around the streets of Makati with a stricken look on my face and tears streaming down my cheeks. :(

More unfortunate events happened after that. As in, kamalasan talaga.
As in, uwing-uwi na talaga ako, pero ang daming nangyayaring masama at lalong napapatagal pag-uwi ko.
Pero ayoko na mag-expound. Matutulog nalang ako.

That should officially end my bad day.
Para bukas eh panibagong araw na.



*wishing I could skip work tomorrow and mope.

Surprise, Surprise

"Anong oras ka uwi? There's a surprise for u here."

My mom texted that to me last night as I was on my way home from work. Immediately, my mind started formulating scenarios I'd like to be "surprised" with. There were a lot of things that entered my mind, especially as it took 30 minutes for the FX I was riding to fill up, and another 30 minutes for it to reach my village.

(Argh. I have a love-hate relationship with surprises. I loooove getting surprises, but I haaaaate the anxiety it creates, especially when you're warned before hand. Excitement --> Anxiety --> Disappointment. Boo.)

Just a few things that popped up:

1. My mom found some International Reply Coupons that I've been bugging her about for days. PhilPost has discontinued the production of these coupons, and I've been at wit's end tyring to figure out what to do as these coupons are a requirement for my UCL application which is due this month...
2. My brother brought home a box of Rowena's Buko Tarts from Tagaytay. But then I remembered that he wouldn't be coming home till Wednesday night. Poo.
3. My mom managed to bring home Prince William and somehow convinced Queen Elizabeth that I would be his perfect match, royal blood or no royal blood. OK, so maybe that's carrying my daydreams too far. Hehe.
4. That by some miracle, I have been awarded a full scholarship at any foreign school of my choice, regardless of the fact that I still haven't mailed out my application form yet. Hay. That would've been sooo cool.

As I drew nearer to home, I started bringing down all my high hopes in fear that I'll be disappointed (I was really really rooting for my car daydream to win). It was only when I was already 20 meters from the gate of my house that I figured out what my surprise could be...

The iHome system I had ordered from the States!

And I was right! It has arrived! Yay. :)

Prince William still would've been really nice, though. But maybe I'm only alotted 1 surprise a day. :D Hope I get another one tonight! A good one, please!

Lessons Learned

Ang ganda talaga ng songs sa album ni Carrie Underwood. :)
Here's just one of my favorites...Lessons Learned from the album "Some Hearts." I don't really know which lines to highlight because they all ring true for me (and I'm sure all of you can relate to it too). Enjoy!

Lessons Learned
by Carrie Underwood

There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.

[CHORUS:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.

There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.

-CHORUS-

And all the things that break you,
All the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all,
Lessons learned.

-CHORUS-

Cruel Tide

My relationships with certain people are weird.

I'm not a naturally friendly person, and I come off as aloof to most people who meet me for the first time. The usual first-impressions I get are either tahimik or mataray. I'm getting mataray more frequently now, especially here in the office, and usually among the males. I don't really mind.

Over the years, I've learned that being too openly nice gets one into trouble sometimes (Please see my Good Guys Finish Last entry). I guess my outlook in life has changed ever since I started working. I've become jaded and guarded...and, well...bitchy.

Once you get past that mataray persona, though, you 'll see that I'm actually very easy to get along with. Really. I'll listen when you need me to listen; I'll tell jokes when you're in need of a laugh (My joke delivery skills have improved since college, I swear! Or so they say...); and I'll protect you fiercely when others have come to prey.

Ideal as that may all sound, I must admit that a friendship with me is very hard to maintain. Neglect me for too long, and the icy layer that has taken a while to thaw will freeze over again. Hmmm. Or maybe it all really depends on the friend. Or maybe it all really depends on me!

Maybe there are some friends that are meant to stay forever; and then some who are just there for the short run. There are friends whom I would give my best efforts to keep close ties with; and some that I just allow to drift away.

In the course of my life, I've had several friends who have been close to me at one time or the other. But there are only a few people who have remained close to me over the years. Close in a sense that I still feel comfortable with them even if I haven't seen them in months (or years). Close in a sense that I did not allow them to drift away, even if the tide was strong.

I wonder now, how come I didn't try to prevent the tide of time from taking them all away? Why just a select few? Is that the reason why I hold new acquaintances at arm's length? Because I'm afraid that they could come too close, only to be whisked away by the tide again?

What's my point?

Past friends have been lovely. Though it's hard to bring back old camaraderie, nostalgia is always a warm feeling. Future friends are always welcome. Present friends are a blessing. And I'm hoping that I'm not daft enough to let any of you drift away. :)

Tracking

I sent some documents to Australia last week through courier, see. And tonight, I checked its delivery status online, and I got this report:



It has arrived at its target destination!

Wala lang, naaliw lang ako sa tracking service ng FedEx. Harhar. Babaw. Ang LBC ba may ganun din? Or Aboitiz? Hehe.

Things-to-do:

1. Finish working drawings for Mac and Petunia doggie house!
(deadline: August 31)
2. Make photo slideshow / PowerPoint presentation for seastarr's debut.
(deadline: September 1)
3. Get reference letters from Ma'am MLV and big boss.
(deadline: September 2)
4. Get UCL reference letter envelope from Michelle.
(deadline: September 2)
5. Write personal statement for UCL application.
(deadline: September 4)
6. Talk to parents about real-estate investments.
(deadline: open-ended)
7. Think about condo interior design decision.
(deadline: when my dad pressures me about it)
8. Get some sleep.
(deadline: whenever possible)

Walang sense ang post na to. Matutulog na nga ako, para maaga naman ako makapasok sa office (sana). Nag-exceed na kasi ako ng maximum tardiness for the month of August. My 2nd warning, so far. Come 3rd, I'll be suspended for a week. Which isn't so bad. One week of rest is somewhat appealing. Hmmm. *evil grin*

First post after a month-long blog-hiatus, and I'm rambling. :P

"Quotes"

"I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that phase. Even your emotions have an echo in so much space."

-- excerpt from "Crazy" by Gnarles Barkley

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I'm so busy nowadays that my thoughts are just a series of quotes. Quotes that stand out in my mind while I'm watching a show; lines from songs while listening to the radio; blurbs from books that I'm reading...

"So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" (Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail)

Yeah. It should be the other way around. You should be able to read a book, listen to a song, watch a movie, and then clutch your heart and weep internally because it describes your (love)life to a T. It usually takes a song to make you sit up and say, "Hey, I'm feeling that. I can so relate." Think along the lines of Killing Me Softly. It's exactly like Killing Me Softly.

Why do we relate our lives to words that other people have written? Because it's easier to just listen, that's why.

Sit back --> Listen --> Connect.
No complications.
Internal suffering without the hard work.
Other people write it. You just cry over it.

I go around searching for familiar words from unfamiliar people's mouths. Collecting a string of mismatching songs in my head, and playing them back as the soundtrack of my life. Relying on other (unsuspecting) people to tell my story, when they only really want to tell theirs.

Maybe my brain is too tired to generate original thoughts? Or maybe it's another form of deja vu wherein my mind takes comfort in hearing familiar situations in other people's words. Why is it that other people can describe what I am feeling in such a precise way? My words never seem to measure up to the feeling I am trying to emulate. Words never seem to be enough.

"I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish them. Words shrink things that seemed timeless when they were in your head, to no more than the living size when they are brought out."

I can blurt out a million words to describe my feelings, my emotions. But there will always be a million more left unsaid, words that remain inside of me. They will be solely mine to feel, exclusively mine to experience.

And that makes me feel better, somewhat.

If it is so easy to snatch quotes from other people, then words can never be truly yours. The emotions I feel: they are mine. And I accept that they are never meant to be described; never meant to be understood by anyone other than me.

Feel-good Crying

There's no doubt about it: my top tear-jerker movie of all time is ARMAGGEDON. No contest.

I was fortunate enough to get home early to catch the flick on Star Movies last night.

Tears were already streaming down my face (like a mini-waterfall! Haha) during the first 30 minutes. Into the half of the movie, I was already emitting weird hiccup-y sounds along with more tears (still a steady waterfall).

Near the end -- Oh, you know that part. The part where Harry (Bruce Willis' character) makes the ultimate sacrifice for mankind, and for his daughter. Up to the part where he says goodbye to her on screen and when she finally calls him "Daddy." -- my hiccup-y sounds turned into full-scale howling. Unabashed bawling. Heart-wrenching sobs.

Hay. That felt really good. Hehe. :)

"What is it about sadness that can be so fulfilling" (The Girls by Lori Lansens)