Finally!

New account created! And this time under a new name, can't be searched, can't be easily found :-) Let's say I'm avoiding one person in my life, who once admitted to me that he knew everything about me because of Internet. That is, searching me, reading what I wrote here and there... and the fact that he knew my my blog sites is something I could not stand. I could not stand the thought that he is reading my thoughts. I don't discriminate anyone who wants to know me (my Facebook profile is open to all my friends. They can know my favorite movies, etc.), but since this person and I are not friends anymore, I don't want him to know what I have been up to, et cetera.

So I am transferring what I wrote in Facebook here, sort of how... one by one? God, a bit sleepy to do that. And a bit sleepy, feel like bumbling words... But for the first posting of blog :-) , I'm pushing the button "PUBLISH POST" :-) Wait... posting here what I posted in Facebook... God, sleepy...

Now what is this blog for? For my ramblings... thoughts... sleepy... Ok, transferring here what I wrote? Not typing correctly now I guess... Ok too many... Type !!!!

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"A long day yesterday... Blah blah... "
time is around noon yesterday, August 21

After so much qualms, after doing it on Blogspot for a long time... and a bit paranoid that I might be found in Google (I used to like searching myself in search engines... but last month, everything changed... goosebumps!)... And because I consider Facebook my last fortress of online privacy... this is where I will scatter my thoughts, two cents, yup yup... hmm hmm... I'm considering Friendster, as I have some friends there who are not my friends here...

Fellow Filipinos, please forgive me in case I have a lot of wrong grammar here... I know how perfectionists we are (except me). And for others who might get surprised in case they see some trashy notes with low-level of English language in their Home Pages - the culprit is me.

Who am I? Duh... just look at my profile. I won't explain more.

So, yesterday was a long day. How long? Around 12 hours... Especially on the road... The traffic from Muntinlupa going to Makati was truly terrible :-S (Won't blame Arroyo, won't blame Arroyo...) I kept on cursing SLEX-Skyway project, whatever that is, and it was because I thought I would be late for my Tagalog lesson. I already left early... but, wow, what used to be one hour of travel to Makati became two hours. I once thought I wanted to work in Makati, but now no. In any case, I was not late for my lesson.

After lesson, I left my student's residence, and walked... and walked... Now along the Ayala Avenue, there was a "graffiti wall" set up by Ninoy-Cory teams (gosh, don't know the names of these orgs). I was only looking at it, when a pen magically appeared in front of me (couldn't say, shoved up my nose). It was given by this woman, who I believe could not leave the place unless she entrusted the pen to someone else. So I had the pen, wondering what to write. I even asked the people managing the "wall" for instructions har har... So I wrote... well, I won't divulge here what I wrote... it is just between me, Cory and Ninoy :-) (feeling close ha ha...)

They gave me some invitation to attend a Prayer Rally (which I have no plans to attend... I'm not an activist, and staying under the heat of the sun is not for me... unless it's for love ha ha! Ok, I also won't do it even if it's for love) and a yellow ribbon (which mysteriously disappeared while I was eating in Jollibee in Ayala MRT Station. I was hoping to save it as souvenir - but I'm very sure the crew who took away my tray took it also... and threw it... :-( ).

And now, the way and time to watch this silent film in Shangri-La. Days ago, I invited my second sister (who said she could not come) and my brother (who said he would have a tennis/badminton match with officemates - King, kung nababasa mo ito, makonsensiya ka sana :-p ). I wanted to invite my mother, but I thought she might have work the next day, my other sister did have work so did not invite her - and definitely not my father (who usually sleeps inside of movie theater, missing the whole movie). I could not invite Elaine, my movie-buddy, because locations far from Las Pinas is a no. I was planning to invite friends... but thought this could be something they might not be interested in. I invited 3 people (who are totally strangers to me - ha ha, you should be careful with me) from another social networking site, who all said they could not make it, but if I would invite them in a Saturday event, they would gladly attend... right... So, after thinking deeply... I decided to watch it alone.

The main transportation to Shangri-La was MRT. God, what an experience. Sure, I have ridden MRT for many times, but only at different times... and that is the first time I rode it at 6:30pm, and it was like being purged from hell. I was thinking of getting a taxi or a bus, but I decided against it. I was in the front row of the multitude of people waiting, and with one small push, my skeleton would definitely meet any oncoming train.

The silent movie that I watched... was not silent at all. The Cursed Village (Spanish: La Aldea Maldita) is a very good movie... but this jazz rock band spoiled it. Every time they played, I would silently groan, "Not again!" But, geez, for the sake of the art. In any case, the reason why I did not like the jazz rock band was because I was reading and concentrating on the Spanish words appearing on the screen... Ok, I cheated sometimes by looking at English subtitles. Still, the jazz rock band was annoying! In any case, people who attended were, cough, intellectual-looking type of people - so I also tried my best to maintain that intellectual-type of look, even though thoughts like "When will this end? That Johnny Alegre jazz band is playing too loud." kept entering my mind. In any case, it had been a good night :-)

The film has some Filipino ingredients: poor family, father goes to jail because of a crime, mother goes to city to find a job, and the job she finds is disgraceful, child is left to be taken care of by father. But in Filipino movies, there are sampalan (slapping face) to the max; in this movie, when husband finds wife, he simply drags her out of the bar.

The next and last silent film will be shown next Thursday. Though I'm not interested that much, as it's in French, I can't help myself to think about the freebies I might get har har :-p

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"Blur... blur... blur..."
Time is just awhile ago I guess

Reading emails... Have to answer emails... And now still wondering if I should watch the last silent film on Thursday (which is in French. I don't hate French films, it's just that I believe I would enjoy this immensely if I could read in French)... I am planning to invite my 2nd sister again. Apparently, she is the movie buff of the family, but most of the time she watches movies with a DVD player. Though I tried to invite her for the yesterday's film, she asked, "Bakit ang layo?" ("Why is it far?") She said she would come if I paid the transportation fare... something I did not do har har... Ok, I'm not a good sister, but I'm not a bad sister, too. Ok, I'll think about this... especially the freebies...

Now, news said Mar Roxas-Noynoy Aquino tandem might be possible next year... :-S Mar Roxas... I don't like him. He really looks like a politician... I mean, your typical politician. Now he has this commercial looking very concerned while talking to a group of poor Filipinos. I wonder if he is like that in real life... But then, Korina Sanchez is his girlfriend, so he must be real. Still, can not forget the Mr. Palengke tactic.

And Manny Villar... he copied the laban sign of Cory Aquino, and turned it to "V". Other politicians must be able to come up with their own signs, too. (Note: watch Maskman. Pinakamadali ang kay Red Mask.)

Hmm... 12:30am... And I am supposed to write back to a couple of emails... but feeling lazy... Hmm... but ok, gathering forces (ha ha... I mean, energy)... Hmm...

Awhile ago, I saw Ate Jane watching this Gerald-Kim-Jake love story, which is not a love story anymore. People use guns for revenge. The same with Kambal sa Uma? (starring... ok, forgot the names of the celebrities) and Bud Brothers? (John Pratts, etc.); they (the bad guys) use guns and threats to resolve their problems. People who produce these shows must be thinking the best way to end all of these are to kill the characters. And what else? Oh, the rich people in these soap operas don't have morals (Note: Supposedly in real life, most rich people are kind, work hard and donate their money to charities and NGOs).

Now, if I were President (as if I'm campaigning :-p ), I would set up an agency that would ban the ridiculous stories of these soap operas. If the story of your soap opera were about love and love triangle, you would stick to that. If it went overboard, there would be fine.