Tuesday, December 27, 2011


Twelve is that annoying kid you attended college with who just flitted in and out of classes, mooched on everyone, took his parents' money for granted, and plied himself with drugs and alcohol. You never really gave a crap about him, and only gave him notice when he was inconveniencing you. All you'll be able to take away from this film is that no one can do Brett Easton Ellis quite like Brett Easton Ellis. The characters were inconsistent and the plot, as well as subplots, seemed forced and unnatural. Throw in the annoying narrator's voice, coupled with the dreary dream sequences of white backgrounds, and all you get is an hour and a half of your life you will never get back; This film is basically Gossip Girl on drugs, if you subtract Gossip Girl's campy fun which sorts of deems forgivable some of the nuisances.

Twelve is the story of 17-year-old White Mike, the privileged son of a restaurant tycoon. His mother succumbed to breast cancer several years before the film begins. White Mike is a drug dealer who has taken his senior year in high school off to sell drugs to his wealthy peers. When he is not selling drugs he is reminiscing of his childhood and philosophizing about a world he feels he is not a part of. The title of the film refers to a new designer drug which the protagonist of the novel, White Mike, sells. The drug is referred to as a cross between cocaine and ecstasy.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

What's in a name?

Everyone has six names.

1. Your Real name: Alessandra Pamandanan
2. Your detective name (Favorite color and favorite Animal): Purple Dragon
3. Your soap opera name (middle name and street you live on): Martinez Kagandahan
4. Your Star wars name (first three letters of last name, first two of middle name, first two of first, last three of last): Pammaalnan
5. Superhero name (color of your shirt, first item to your immediate left): Black Cigarette
6. Goth name (Black and one of your pets): Black Kiwi

New Year's Eve

This movie was a bit of a bore, though far better than it's predecessor. Unfortunately, that doesn't count as very much since Valentine's Day is an example of why ensemble films do not work out (Love Actually is the one shining beacon). I fell asleep half-way through the movie, at the cinemas, it was so dragging. Thank the good Lord for Zac Efron (and consider that I am no Zefron stan!), Michelle Pfeiffer, Josh Duhamel's beautiful mega-watt smile, and Bobby De Niro.

New Year's Eve celebrates love, hope, forgiveness, second chances and fresh starts, in the intertwining stories told amidst the pulse and promise of New York City on the most dazzling night of the year.



1. Any food is fair game until it is actually swallowed by someone else.

2. Take a nap whenever you can.

3. Don’t bark unless it’s important.

4. Chasing one’s tail is sometimes unavoidable.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Friend Zone

"A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired."

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Love in the time of W & A

Over the course of the last 2 decades, in the time of the baggy pants of the 90's and crazy internet mania of the early aughts, the standards of dating somehow changed. It shifted from Disney's Castles and Princes, to Sex & the City's casual affairs and one night stands. As 2011 looms to an end, the gap between the 2 furthers as we move towards the confusing thread of self-love and scorn for others.

These days, we no longer have A Walk to Remember; we've instead welcomed Walks of Shame and our Gone With The Wind is something we take literally. Our ambition drove us to new heights and we've decided on molding ourselves to people we think were deserving of love, not worthy of it. I work so I can be successful. I want to be successful because I want to be desired. I want to be desired because I am lonely. My loneliness is a disease that eats me from the inside and thaws my bones, my muscles, my organs.

Our workaholicism and drive has frozen our hearts, and melted our bodies. We burn-out because the fire we fan exceeds our control. We forget that as human beings, we are wired to make mistakes and to live with, and in spite of, our imperfections. When did excessive love for self merge with disdain for others? In order to practice the former, must I also adhere to the latter? Must my person be so chilling that the ice inside my soul becomes the ideal temperature for beer? Ice-cold to the core.

Or do I regress and practice apathy instead? Is it a damned if I am, damned if I'm not situation so I should stop caring altogether?

I've never been very big on relationships, but I've always thought that this was because the option was always there. However, being the one last true romantic of the age, in a generation filled with mind games and casual dating, is not something to boast of. Who in their right mind would commit themselves to people who are so aggressively anti monogamy? The smart thing to do is to fight tooth and nail for your freedom. So, yes. I think I'll stick to work and pragmatism. If this is love in the time of workaholicism and apathy, give me no love. I want nothing to do with it.

And on that note, I need to haul my ass to work.


Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Filmography 2011

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Monday, December 12, 2011

Sharing Is Caring: The Event I

The Martyrdom

Make-up: Jewel Candaza
Photographer: Trina Khio


She had blue skin,
and so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by--
And never knew.
- Shel Silverstein.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011


Just to give you guys an overview of what lies ahead in the next 5 days for me:

7am - (Which is 2 hours from now), Divisoria with Jewel to buy more things for Sharing Is Caring.
12 noon to 5pm - Skinny Sweets
6pm onwards - Pack more loot bags & give-aways with Jewel and Loiss

6am to 12 noon - Skinny Sweets
1pm to 5pm - Meeting at MOA
6pm onwards - Finalizing things for Sharing Is Caring

12 noon to 2pm - Meet with the head volunteers for run-through of Sharing Is Caring
4pm to 12am - Skinny Sweets and Lomography Manila

10am - Head to Mandaluyong for ingress of Sharing Is Caring
11am to 12:30pm - Briefing of volunteers
1pm to 5pm - Event proper
8pm onwards - Afterparty for Volunteers

Skinny Sweets the entire day.


Words that get me through the day:

Get on your knees and pray, then get on your feet and work. - Gordon B. Hinckley

Of course women don't work as hard as men... they get it right the first time.

Work so that one day your "signature" will be called an "autograph"

Your best work is just ahead of you.

Don't quit.
You're already in pain.
You're already hurt.
Get a reward from it.

Good work takes hard work.

Work hard & be nice to people.

Dreams don't work unless you do.

The pursuit of happiness is the source of all unhappiness.

It's not the end of the world that your feet hurt. Push yourself. - Henry Cavill

Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life a champion. - Muhammad Ali

Being weak is a choice. So is being strong.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Work smarter, not harder.

Live, work, create.


Words I take to heart, and life:

Look like a girl. Act like a lady. Think like a man. Work like a boss. Repeat.


And for horrible days:

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Captain America: The First Avenger

Loved it the first time, loved it the second time around. Although I still can't get over Chris Evans playing the star-spangled avenger. To me, he'll always be Johnny Storm/ The Human Torch.

Captain America: The First Avenger will focus on the early days of the Marvel Universe when Steve Rogers (Chris Evans) volunteers to participate in an experimental program that turns him into the Super Soldier known as Captain America. As Captain America, Rogers joins forces with Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan) and Peggy Carter (Hayley Atwell) to wage war on the evil HYDRA organization, led by the villainous Red Skull (Hugo Weaving.)

Like Crazy

Raw, heart-breaking, and in possession of sharp clarity, Like Crazy is a film that has as much to do with the audience as with the filmmakers. Anton Yelchin and Felicity Jones are a wonderful representative of the next generation of actors.

"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me."

A love story is both a physical and emotional tale, one that can be deeply personal and heartbreaking for an audience to experience. Director Drake Doremus' film Like Crazy beautifully illustrates how your first real love is as thrilling and blissful as it is devastating. When a British college student (Felicity Jones) falls for her American classmate (Anton Yelchin) they embark on a passionate and life-changing journey only to be separated when she violates the terms of her visa. Like Crazy explores how a couple faces the real challenges of being together and of being apart.

Monday, December 5, 2011

This Modern Love

"When the Words Don’t Fit"
Oct. 27, 2011

SHORTLY after I turned 21, a boy handed me a poem. It was folded and folded until the words were concentrated and tucked away, handwritten black letters turned and flipped inside a small square.

We had been on a plane from Burlington, Vt., to Newark, seated a few rows away from each other. I had noticed him before we boarded: the way he sat with his feet resting on his carry-on, his gaze focused on the open pages of a book.

During the flight, I felt his eyes trying to catch mine as I turned and pretended to look for something behind me. The voice we used when ordering drinks, the way we stood to pull this or that from the overhead compartment: everything was choreographed for the benefit of the stranger across the aisle.

And then the plane landed and made its way to the gate. In my memory, it was evening and the rain had just subsided. Somewhere between the gate and my parents’ waiting car, he handed me the poem.

That was almost 13 years ago. I had been flying home from college for the weekend for my sister’s wedding — or rather, the celebration of her marriage. My family wasn’t big on weddings in the save-the-date, banquet-hall sense. So this was the small, elegant party held after she and her husband had eloped. Our tradition wasn’t to have weddings but to have elopements.

My parents had eloped. They had known each other for less than three months and had been on only a handful of dates before they went to a justice of the peace and took vows they meant and kept. My mother had been working at a welcome station in Florida. She handed my father a glass of free orange juice. That’s how they met: my mother with her thick dark hair and crystal-blue eyes, my father in his naval uniform.

I was proud of that, the story of my parents’ beginning. It was a glass of free orange juice, but it could have been a poem.

“Did you hear that a boy gave Sarah a poem?” my older sisters whispered. They were enamored with the idea, and I passed around the white sheet of paper with its pale blue lines so they could read it.

They smiled and teased and recalled memories of when they were single and it was summer, and the boys had dark brown eyes and crooked smiles. It was decided that it was a nice anecdote, the boy handing me a poem. That night, I smoothed it with my hands and put it somewhere safe.

The party the next evening was the first family function at which I was treated officially as an adult. I had recently come back after studying abroad, and so I held my glass of wine and talked with relatives about Florence and London and Paris, and my plans after graduation. I’d move to New York. I’d work at an art gallery. I’d find a boy who wrote poems. It all seemed not only possible, but fantastically so.

The next day, my parents dropped me off at the airport, and when I arrived at the gate, the boy was there. We smiled at each other, and I sat down.

It turned out we were on the same flight, and this time we were seated next to each other on the trip back to Vermont. He played in a band and studied English and had been home for the weekend as well, visiting his family in Greenwich, Conn.

We talked about music and art. His first name was the same as my father’s. It was the sort of thing that seemed magical, preordained. It was the sort of thing that made girls near their 21st birthdays use words like “destiny” and “fate.”

He walked me to my car, and we kissed in the parking garage, under orblike yellow lights. It was a still kiss, a postcard kiss, a Disney princess kiss, the kind of kiss that makes blue cartoon birds chirp and swirl in the sky, their beaks holding garlands.

And this is exactly where the story should end. It should cut to credits, and the music should be triumphant but soft. Your last image should be of the young girl and the handsome poetry-writing boy frozen in a movie kiss. You should brush the popcorn off your lap and leave the theater smiling because everything worked out the way you knew it would. You can leave remembering that time when you were young and lovely, and things like that could happen.

Because it’s boring to say that things don’t work out like they do in the movies. Everyone knows that. Even 21-year-olds. But it’s hard to resist a great story. If we had lasted, we would have had one hell of a story.

Maybe that’s why I clung to him in that particularly embarrassing way that young girls sometimes do, why I wanted so much for things to work out. Why I let myself turn into someone I didn’t really like when I was around him. Why I was willing to forgive his arriving hours late on the night he met my parents at a restaurant in New York.

He was the last person I dated before I met the man who would become my husband. My husband and I met in a bar. I knew a friend of his. He knew a friend of mine. You’ve heard it a hundred times before.

But a few years later, he and I married, in a big traditional wedding with a white dress and a tiered cake. My father walked me down the aisle. My niece was the flower girl. There was shrimp cocktail. That wedding was the first of its kind in my family.

At our reception, my father gave a toast. He told the story of how he and my mother met, the story of how all those years ago she handed him a glass of free orange juice.

“There’s no such thing as free orange juice,” he’ll sometimes joke when telling their story, a satisfied but somehow tired look in his eyes.

My parents have now been married for almost 50 years. They have five children, eight grandchildren. They have hurt each other and tried to. They have saved each other’s lives. There have been loud, harrowing fights. There have been slammed doors and threats of leaving.

I remember sitting on my bed and wondering whether my mother meant it this time, whether it was finally done. Sometimes I hoped it would be, that it would just end and that there would finally be quiet. But there have also been hushed reconciliations: apologies and remorse and kind words spoken when no one was around to hear. So it’s after the glass of orange juice that my parents’ story, that anyone’s story, becomes interesting. To me, anyway.

“You have to believe that the Lord put you together in the first place.” That’s what my father said in his toast. That was his advice to my husband and me, his way of saying that what we had was preordained, that it was divine. And really, it was as good an explanation as any for love.

A few years ago, my parents went on a nice vacation together. They drank good Mayan-honey margaritas and walked on the beach. There are pictures of my mother with a flower tucked behind her ear.

“We found out how much we liked each other,” she said to me when they returned. Somewhere between their three-month courtship and five-decade marriage, my parents had figured out why they ended up together.

I told my husband that story, and he laughed softly. In my memory, he was doing the dishes, and the corners of his eyes creased as he smiled into the sink.

IT might interest you to know that the poetry-writing boy’s band has gone on to become one that you may have heard of, though it interests me less than I ever would have imagined. We were a good story. Nothing more. He is what I would have chosen when I thought I could choose. So, I suppose that’s the point: Love chooses us.

My husband and I don’t have a great “meeting” story. We met in a conventional way and had a conventional wedding. And in some sense, we lead a conventional life.

But my husband has seen me at my worst, at my most vile. And he has seen me at my best. He knows the things I don’t tell anyone, and the lies that I tell everyone but him. I have made sacrifices for him and been angry about it. Sometimes his flaws are so egregious, so blatant, they are all I see. And sometimes his kindness is so stunning that I am humbled.

And that’s love. Big, epic, fairy-tale love. The kind of love people write about. The kind of love that could inspire a poem.


Saturday, November 26, 2011

Sharing Is Caring: SHIRTS

Hi Everyone! Here's the ORDER FORM for the Sharing is Caring shirts! I'll post a size chart shortly. (:

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Dreamers & Realists

“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You'd think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists, well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.”

Friday, November 25, 2011

A Response

A response to a blog post that my friend, Criela, wrote regarding Contemporary Relationships. (Read it HERE)

In a generation of adult infants as weary and indolent as ours, it's easy to blame laziness and sluggishness as the cause and root of all of our problems. Romance is dead; people just don't have the time, nor energy, nor effort to participate in such an archaic and antiquated practice.

Personally, I don't see that. Everyday I look at the world, and while I observe that it is harsher and crueler than it used to be, I am constantly amazed by just how much love and romance has pushed the boundaries of society in our boundless, endless, infinite world. The hate and violence that clouds us is not even a tenth of just how much love has enveloped our surroundings. Often we catch glimpses of it, yet just because it is not dignified, or refined, or newsworthy, we let it slide off of us like silk to skin. Like warm butter.

Romance in the 21st century is not the stuff of girlish dreams anymore. It is not princes and castles, it is no longer duels and battles, no longer John Cusack holding a boombox in his shoulder. Romance has become subjective. Gone are the days of ultimatums and challenges. To idealize that in your head is delusion, and brings about stretches of loneliness. However, just because romance has changed doesn't make it any less romantic.

No doubt, chivalry and romance has made way for humping and dumping. We are the fast-food generation. We can get anything we want at the click of a button. Why buy the cow when you can order just the milk and have it delivered to your doorstep? Why put in effort when it is eagerly given sans work? This paved the way to branches and sub-categories of relationships. None of us signed the form, but we knew it was coming, and no one complained.

With the myriad of "Contemporary Relationships" being practiced these days, it's hard not to fall in that trap with somebody. And yes, that's difficult. Yes, that's painful. Yes, sometimes you want to pull your hair out as you deal with this gut-wrenching emptiness and anxiety over where you stand, who you are, what you mean to this person. Yes, this void of despair and uncertainty claws at you until your skin has bled dry from all the scratch marks, the dna of which still under the deepest recesses of your nails. The loneliness, the bitter remarks, the eventual building of this virtually impenetrable wall, the grief, the distress, the apprehension... it's all there. And yes, usually, it's the females who go through this. But this I can say for certain: the blame cannot rest on the man's shoulders. That is unfair.

I am a firm believe of people being treated the way they deserve to be treated. I will allow that this does not hold true for those dealing with true-to-life mentally unstable human beings. No, I'm not talking about the depressives and neurotics, I'm talking about those sociopaths and psychopaths and murderers who are not capable of rational thought. I believe that if you find all guys are treating you like crap, you probably treat other people like crap. If you find guys treating you like a whore, then you must be a whore. You cannot preach to looking for guys who are searching for more than a short skirt while wearing a short skirt yourself. That's like bombing for peace, or screwing for virginity. It is hypocritical to the highest level. It is pretense embodied. It is duplicity epitomized.

A man will not wine and dine someone who presents herself in a way that makes him think she is not that type of person. A man will not romance a lady who does not need to be romanced. A man will not tread carefully around someone who is giving off come hither looks. I had thought that by now, this would be obvious. If you're the type of person who dreams of love that spans years and continents, love that endures bloodshed and politics, love that withstands plagues and disease, you cannot be the type of person who basks in the attention of many. You have to be content with just capturing the eyes, the soul, the heart of this one special person.

You cannot sanctify kisses when you are so eager to give yours out yourself. I'm sick and tired of all these women complaining and bemoaning men yet refuse to see or accept that the problem may lie within their own self. Recognize that you might be the problem and maybe you might find that that was exactly what you needed to get you to where you want to go. Be open to the possibility that the times have changed not the men, but the women.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Devil's Double

I've always been a fan of movies that take a deep plunge into the dangerous and often unstable recesses of the minds of drug addicts and criminals. It has been an interest of mine from very early on, having been brought up around films like Goodfellas, Scarface, Reservoir Dogs, The Godfather, The Usual Suspects, Pulp Fiction, A Clockwork Orange, Trainspotting, Requiem For A Dream, Kids, Less Than Zero, and the like. So when I first heard of The Devil's Double, a peek into the unflinchingly lurid life of debauchery and immorality of Saddam Hussein's eldest son, Uday, and the man forcibly recruited to play his body double, I was giddy with excitement. Thankfully, the movie doesn't disappoint. Dominic Cooper's turn as both the sadistic sociopath Uday and Latif, a "good man with a bad job", must be applauded! Fantastic!

And was it just me or did anyone else see inspiration from Al Pacino's Tony Montana in Scarface whenever Uday was on screen?

Summoned from the frontline to Saddam Hussein's palace, Iraqi army lieutenant Latif Yahia (Dominic Cooper) is thrust into the highest echelons of the "royal family" when he's ordered to become the 'fiday' - or body double - to Saddam's son, the notorious "Black Prince" Uday Hussein (also Dominic Cooper), a reckless, sadistic party-boy with a rabid hunger for sex and brutality. With his and his family's lives at stake, Latif must surrender his former self forever as he learns to walk, talk and act like Uday. But nothing could have prepared him for the horror of the Black Prince's psychotic, drug-addled life of fast cars, easy women and impulsive violence.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Pay It Forward

I've seen bits and pieces of this film in the past but I've never gotten the chance to finish it. Holy crap, that ending was so uncool. However, while this is one of the most emotionally manipulating films I've ever seen in my life, the power house performances of Kevin Spacey, Helen Hunt, and Haley Joel Osment, coupled with the astounding message of the film (which is to do a good deed and ask that the favor not be paid to you, but to a third party) is enough to make me love this film. It is to be noted that I cried buckets while watching this so grab some kleenex!

A young boy stumbles upon a simple way to change the world in this drama. Trevor (Haley Joel Osment) is a bright 11-year-old boy who comes from a troubled home; his mother Arlene (Helen Hunt) is an alcoholic trying to hold down two jobs to support her son, while Trevor's father (Jon Bon Jovi) left his family behind some time ago. At school, Trevor's class is introduced to their new social studies teacher, Mr. Simonet (Kevin Spacey), a guarded man with severe facial scars. Simonet gives his class an unusual assignment -- think up a practical way to make the world a better place, and put it into action. Trevor comes up with the notion of "Pay It Forward" -- do a needed favor for three different people without being asked, and then ask them to do the same for three others. Trevor starts by letting Jerry (James Caviezal), a junkie living on the streets, stay in his home. Next, he tries to fix Arlene up with Mr. Simonet, since both seem to be lonely and the clean and sober teacher might help Arlene stay away from alcohol. Finally, he tries to rescue one of his schoolmates, who is constantly tormented by bullies. Meanwhile, journalist Chris Chandler (Jay Mohr) finds himself stuck on the road without a car late one night when a man stops and give him the keys to a new car, asking him only to pay the favor forward to someone else; astonished, Chris wants to find out where this philosophy came from. Based on the novel by Catherine Ryan Hide.

Monday, November 21, 2011

The Invention Of Lying

Not everyone is able to appreciate the subtle hilarity of a film such as this but personally, I'm a sucker for all things snarky, biting, self-deprecating, and sarcastic. I love the satirical atheism which the film is centered on, as well as the back-handed comments on just how much stock people put in good looks out of pure lack of depth. I'm surprised so many people missed how everyone seemed to focus on the physical appearance, even when they acknowledge just how many other fantastic traits the subject of their scorn has.

It's a world where everyone tells the truth - and just about anything they're thinking. Mark Bellison is a screenwriter, about to be fired. He's short and chunky with a flat nose - a genetic pool that means he won't get to first base with Anna, the woman he loves. At a bank, on the spur of the moment he blurts out a fib, with eye-popping results. Then, when his mother's on her deathbed, frightened of the eternal void awaiting her, Mark invents fiction. The hospital staff overhear his description of Heaven, believe every word, and tell others. Soon Mark is a prophet, his first inventive screenplay makes him rich, and he's basically a good guy. But will that be enough for Anna?

When Harry Left Hogwarts

I don't think there'll ever be a time when Harry Potter doesn't make me laugh or cry, feel happy or sad.


No more reason to go on, to be honest.

Worst Reactions P.1

If you've ever had one of those "I can totally see where this is going" moments followed inevitably by those "called it" moments, then you know that there are times in life when you know something is bound to happen, and even if all clues support your theory, and you feel it down to the marrow of your bones, you can't help but wish "don't happen, don't happen, don't happen... crap, it happened."

I'd like to think I'm a pretty clairvoyant person. I'm observant, I'm perceptive, and I like to watch a lot of things -- people and, as follows, their behavior, most especially. It's always been fascinating to me how many different people can react in so many different ways, all depending on their personality. As I got to thinking about this, I thought of the most stupid reactions I've ever seen on screen (it would probably happen in real life too, should the opportunity present itself.)

1. THE WALKING DEAD - Rick's reaction upon discovering Lori's attempt at abortion, and Lori and Shane's affair. I mean, seriously. I get it. I know Rick is, like, Officer Friendly, but there should be a law against someone being that calm, and that kind, and that nice, and that understanding; it makes everyone else look bad in comparison. And aside from that, it enables his whore of a wife and bastard of a bestfriend to indulge in this sort of unacceptable behavior. OK. YOU THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD. WE GET IT. Now shut up about it. I don't know what the writers were smoking when they decided to throw this love triangle into the mix. It seems like they didn't think the zombiepocalypse was enough drama.

2. THE WALKING DEAD - Which brings us to number 2, Dale's reaction to Shane and Andrea sleeping together. Hey writers, stop it. Dale is one of my favorite characters and I believe that he is such a good old man and all that, so stop it with the entire Dale having the hots for Andrea storyline. It was cute when he was more fatherly towards her, but now that you guys are bringing in elements of romance into the picture, it's just not as appealing. And also, why on earth did you have to make Andrea's character so extremely unlikable? It's almost as if there's not one single lovable female character in TWD. Are you guys mad at women or something?

3. BREAKING DAWN - Okay, where to begin? If I were to write about every single thing that annoyed me in this entire collection, I'd have to dedicate an entire series of posts to that and I'm just not willing. Not now, anyways. Maybe when I'm bored or feeling particularly feisty. For now, let's focus on the penultimate film, the first part of the 2-part finale. The first thing that really bothered me was Bella's parents' reaction to their 18 year old daughter getting married. No parent is gonna leap with joy at that. Already, we're off at a bad start. By the way, I'm probably gonna miss a lot of tiny annoying things here, so feel free to wait for another post on that in the future. I'm just trying to check things off the list here. Second, was that really how Bella reacted to having the dream wedding, all expenses paid? Kids, you know it's fiction when you get a gangly teenage girl to roll her eyes over someone wanting her to experience only the best, as if doing it just to humor everyone else. And then we have Jacob, her wolf BFF, howling over his lost love, and picking fights with the bridegroom for wanting to deflower his virgin wife. UHM, OKAY. I'm not even gonna touch on that subject. Next, we've got both Bella's and Edward's reaction to finding out they spawned this demon baby that they're eventually gonna name after the Loch Ness Monster. Oh and did I mention that Bella sorts of treats her new family like maids? And they're happy to play the part? Yeah. That happens.

So there you have it, the first 3 most annoying and bewildering expressions I've found on screen. Stay tuned for part 2!

Mickey Blue Eyes

Is there anyone more charming than Hugh Grant? I'm not gonna lie, I downloaded this movie mainly for him, the catchy title, James Caan, and Joe Viterelli. Plus, I'm a sucker for both rom-coms and mob movies. I remember seeing this back when it was first shown, one of those movies my sisters loved to watch, so it's nice getting reacquainted with it once more.

An art-house auctioneer finds himself getting in deeper and deeper with the mob after learning that his teacher girlfriend is the daughter of a major mobster. Things get worse when a godfather decides to launder his no-talent son's gory paintings through the art house and gets the FBI into the picture. Everything then falls apart when the son is accidentally shot.

High Fidelity

My love for John Cusack has not wane one bit, and to put one of my favorite actors in the movie adaptation of one of my favorite books from one of my favorite authors is something that's sure to keep me happy.

A man discovers that there's more to love than a good mixed tape in this dramatic comedy about music and relationships. Rob (John Cusack), an obsessive record collector in his mid-thirties, is struggling to reconcile his adolescent enthusiasm for pop music with adult responsibilities and a more mature outlook. He runs a record shop with his friends Barry (Jack Black) and Dick (Todd Louiso), who are known to drive away customers whose taste in music doesn't match their exacting standards -- which may have something to do with why the shop is losing money. But Rob's biggest problem is his failing relationship with Laura (Iben Hjejle), a lawyer who needs more out of the relationship than Rob is capable of giving. To Rob's horror, Laura starts dating Ian (Tim Robbins), his upstairs neighbor, known throughout the building for his long and noisy sex sessions. Rob, on the other hand, finds himself catching the attention of singer/songwriter Marie DeSalle (Lisa Bonet), as he tries to deal with his breakup by tracking down his previous ex-girlfriends and taking a fresh look at what he's been doing wrong. Based on the acclaimed novel by Nick Hornby, High Fidelity also features Catherine Zeta-Jones, Lili Taylor, and Joelle Carter as three of Rob's ex-lovers, and Sara Gilbert as Dick's new girlfriend, who gets a crash course in U.K. punk bands that influenced Green Day.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

What Women Want

It's a truth universally acknowledged that everything Nancy Meyer touches is pure cookie-cutter, romance fluff... and it is good. It is chick-lit, lifestyle porn for those waiting to be inspired.


Nick, a somewhat chauvinistic advertising exec hot shot, has his life turned haywire when a fluke accident enables him to hear what women think. At first all he wants to do is rid himself of this curse, until a wacky psychologist shows him that this could be used to his advantage! His first target is Darcy McGuire, the very woman that got the promotion he wanted. But just as his plan is beginning to work, love gets in the way...


To push for more content, I've decided to record each and every movie I watch/ re-watch from here on in. I know that I have a tendency of not following through but I think this should be easy enough for me.

First movie goes to ...


Inventive Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind director Michel Gondry takes a surreal trip through the mind of an introverted but wildly creative man whose attempts to balance his colorful dreams with his stark reality are complicated by the arrival of a beautiful woman into his life. Shy Stephane (Gael Garca Bernal) has returned to his childhood hometown to accept a new job. When the prospective employment offer fails to live up to expectations, however, Stephane is at least comforted by the close bond he has formed with his creative-thinking neighbor Stephanie (Charlotte Gainsbourg). Their blossoming romance finally awakens the sleeping confidence that the withdrawn Stephane was previously capable of displaying only in his dreams, but Stephane and Stephanie find their relationship challenged when lingering insecurities prompt the smitten visionary to confront an old dilemma that can't be solved by the Science of Sleep.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Sharing Is Caring

SHARING IS CARING is a non-profit organization that annually hosts a feeding program and medical mission directed to children of the less fortunate. It is a way for us to let them know and experience the true meaning of Christmas, and at the same time, doubles as a Yuletide good deed.

Every year, Sharing Is Caring will be selling some black shirts with the organization's logo in front, and then the buyer's name at the back. The shirts will be available for Php500 each, the proceeds of which all go to providing for the food and medicine needed. The photo above serves as the prototype for how the shirts will look.

This t-shirt from Paul Smith is basically what inspired this year's design. It is also how the shirts will look, plus the design and name, once printed out.

DATE: Dec. 10, 2011 (Saturday)
TIME: 12:00 - 04:00pm
VENUE: Amang Rodriguez Plaza, 1 Liko St. Barangay Highway Hills (beside Fatima Church), Mandaluyong, Philippines

*We will need as much hands as we can so please feel free to volunteer, bring friends, and spread the word as well!

For inquiries (whether regarding volunteering or t-shirt pledges), please contact:
EMAIL: alessa_mp@yahoo.com or jewelcandaza@gmail.com
PHONE: 09178084346 (Look for Andi) or 09052991953 (Look for Charlie)

You can find the Official page HERE and the event page HERE.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Monopoly Drink

So a couple of days ago, my sister's friend, Sam, tweeted how to make monopoly deal into a drinking game. Having nothing else to do, I came up with an ingenious, if I may say so myself, ploy on how to put this into action.

To be the first to monopolize and complete 3 different sets of properties while under the influence of alcohol.

To begin, property cards as well as cash cards are your go-to safe bets. No one has to drink with any of these cards in motion. However, passing one of your three turns will have to be paid for by taking a shot.

Rule 1: Drink for every PASS GO you put down.

Rule 2: Drink with another player for FORCED DEALS.

Rule 3: Make person of your choice drink for SLY DEALS.

Rule 4: Everyone but you drinks whenever it's your BIRTHDAY.

Rule 5: Make person of your choice drink your next shot with DEBT COLLECTORS.

Rule 6: Prevent drinking and make someone else take the shot when you put down a JUST SAY NO.

Rule 7: Make person of your choice drink 2 shots for DEAL BREAKERS.

Rule 8: Make everyone drink 2 shots for DOUBLE THE RENT.

Sounds easy enough to remember, right? Try it out and don't forget to let me know how you fare!

And best of all... have fun, you crazy kids!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

The Official Boyfriend Application

*This application must be filled out in its entirety in order to be considered for the position that you are applying. Photographs may sway my opinion one way or the other; feel free to attach any that you think may help you gain this position.

*Just a reminder: be completely honest with all of your answers. I will be double checking applications using Google to ensure honesty. Any false information will automatically nullify any chance you might have had. Thanks, and have fun.

1. Full legal name: _____LAST_____ _____FIRST_____ _____MIDDLE_____
2. Age _____ 3. Height _____ 4. Weight _____ 5. Eye color _____
6. Measurements _____ 7. Natural hair color _____ 8. Current hair color _____

9. Home phone ___(____)___-________
10. Cell phone ___(____)___-________
11. Email _________________________________________

12. Are you a virgin? ___ Yes ___ No
13. If no, how many past sexual partners have you had? _________________
14. Have you ever had a sex change? ___ Yes ___ No
15. Do you smoke? ___ Yes ___ No
16. Do you use any illegal substances? ___ Yes ___ No
17. Do you have kids? ___ Yes ___ No
18. If yes, how many? _____________
19. Do you workout? ___ Yes ___ No
20. Do you currently have a source of income? ___ Yes ___ No

21. If yes, what is it? ______________________
22. Do you live on your own? ___ Yes ___ No
23. If no, whom do you currently reside with? _______________________
24. What kind of car do you drive?____________________
25. Furthest level of education (pick one)?
___ Highschool ___ College ___ Associate's Degree ___ Bachelor's Degree
26. Do you have a history of mental illness? ___ Yes ___ No
27. Favorite sport & team? _______________
28. Have you ever cheated on a girlfriend? ___ Yes ___ No
29. Do you cook? ___ Yes ___ No
30. Do you have any siblings? ___ Yes ___ No

31. What is your religion? __________________
32. What is your political persuasion? __________________
33. How many piercings (not including ears) do you have? _______
34. How many tattoos do you have? __________
35. What is your current favorite movie of all time? ______________________
36. List your three favorite genres of music in order of most favorite to least favorite:

37. What is your idea of a perfect date in three sentences or less?

38. Explain why I should pick you as my boyfriend in one sentence:

39. List any special skills that you may have that are relevant to this position:

40. What do you want out of a relationship, specifically one with me?

List the details of your past three relationships starting with the most recent.
Start date: _______________________
End date: ______________________
Were you in love? ___ Yes ___ No
Am I prettier? ___ Yes ___ No
Sexually active? ___ Yes ___ No
Reason for breakup: _____________________

Start date: _______________________
End date: ______________________
Were you in love? ___ Yes ___ No
Am I prettier? ___ Yes ___ No
Sexually active? ___ Yes ___ No
Reason for breakup: _____________________

Start date: _______________________
End date: ______________________
Were you in love? ___ Yes ___ No
Am I prettier? ___ Yes ___ No
Sexually active? ___ Yes ___ No
Reason for breakup: _____________________

Please supply three references (preferably hot male friends) and their phone numbers or email addresses:

I hereby certify that the information given by me in this application is true to my knowledge and I give you the authorization to verify it using any means you deem appropriate. I understand that filling out this form and submitting it for review does not guarantee that I will be chosen.

Date: _______________
Applicant Signature: _____________________________

Download the file HERE.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Milky & Sunny

Yesterday, Jewel and I spent the morning running around the mall on the hunt for some new dresses and sweaters. We raided the racks of Forever 21, Gap, and the Department Store before giving in to our stomachs and getting brunch.

I recently read about this hole-in-the-wall breakfast place in Kapitolyo and so I asked Jewel, who is a fellow foodie, if she'd like to try it out. Being big fans of breakfast, a meal we often miss due to our demanding schedules, we headed on over for nourishment.

This stuff is breakfast foodie gold. Not a lot of places offer breakfast meals from 7am to 10pm everyday and at these prices! I'm sure plenty of trips to M&S will be had by my friends and I.

Jewel with the menu. Can you see just how quaint this place is? Adorable! It's still their soft opening as they've only been open for 2 weeks!

Bacon & Spam Pasta

Tomato, Mozzarella, Pepperoni Omellete

Bannanarama Pancakes

We genuinely loved everything we ordered! It was delicious and the service was fantastic! I'm actually waiting to invite someone right now because there were so many other things in the menu that I wanted to try. And for broke days, I could just have the UNLIMITED CEREAL. That's right. Unlimited Cereal.

Man vs. food and yesterday, food won. Look at those faces! We couldn't finish nor take another bite of the sinfully scrumptious Bannanarama Pancakes. Food coma all the way!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

The Best Kisses...

... Always take place in the backseats of cars. In New York.

Moving to NY and going to ride the backseat as often as possible now.


Thursday, November 3, 2011

Now Hiring!

"Now Hiring Crushes: The Internet Crush"

Nov. 02, 2011

Job Description: We are looking for an Internet Crush of our preferred sex with an established, regularly-updated social networking presence for whom we will develop an illogical, impossible-to-act-upon crush, which will ultimately make us — the company — feel simultaneously more hopeful and more alone at night, solitary in our rooms, bathed in the soft glow of our computer screen. As the result of the innate human tendency to fill in the gaps of personality- and behavior-related information that online personas by their nature cannot deliver, our own capacity for self-delusion, and the judgment-free comfort, ease and security of flirting online compared to, like, going to a bar and meeting someone, our Internet Crush will be the subject of innuendo-laced Gmail chats and much silent stalking (sorry :/). We might not even get up the nerve to contact our Internet Crush at all; only feel envy toward those who freely retweet and @mention with him or her.

The thing about our future Internet Crush will be that despite the fact that we’ll never really know them, we’ll assume they ‘get’ us and that they are beautiful and sexy and attractive and special. All despite the cold fact that what this person really is is a collection of pictures and text — a storyboard, a picture-book narrative, a hologram, a fantasy. In the rare case that we do end up making contact, or in the rare case that we actually form an online friendship with our Internet Crush, the candidate need not worry — in the deepest recesses of our hearts we are indeed aware that nothing will ever happen; so much expectation and drumming up will scare us away from pursuing any kind of IRL romantic venture. Seems bleak.

Skills: The ideal candidate will have a proven track record of maintaining a stylized and relatable internet social profile that spans from Tumblr to Facebook, and preferably, everything in between. He or she will likewise be fully familiar with internet jargon and appropriate emoticon usage, as well as well-versed in stylized chat methods i.e. lowercase/ uppercase use, effective employment of ellipses, and internet-laugh expertise. The Internet Crush should be able to develop a portfolio of perfectly executed photos of themselves that intuitively matches their status update, Tumblr, Twitter, and blogging styles and, as a portrait, creates a persona worthy of our crush.

Core responsibilities: Daily maintenance of social networking portfolio, appearance in our Gmail chat list.


- Attractive personality/ physical features
- Three-month to year-long commitment
- Practically unreachable unless via flight or medium-length road trip
- Previous experience is preferred
- Maintenance of at least three social networking accounts. Preferred: Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook

Compensation: Hits, a Twitter follow, a Tumblr follow, a Facebook friend request, Facebook status update ‘Likes,’ retweets, @mentions, Tumblr reblogs, Tumblr ‘Likes.’

For consideration, respond to this posting with your resume and cover letter. Calls and drop-ins are not accepted. We are a dog and cat-friendly employer.


The Seasons of Boyfriends

"If Seasons Were Boyfriends"

Nov. 02, 2011

The Summer Boyfriend

The Summer Boyfriend is easy breezy. You can find him on a fire escape at someone’s house party, smoking cigarettes and clutching a sangria. He is the definition of someone you don’t want when the weather gets cold but he’s perfect for the warmer temperatures. You envision him on a beach with the sand in his toes. You see him shirtless and drinking margaritas on a rooftop. The sun hits his skin in the most perfect way and it will be hard for you to not have sex with him every moment of every day. That’s The Summer Boyfriend’s job though—to give you multiple orgasms a day—and the rest is just light and fluffy like clouds. You only like him in June, July, and August. When Labor Day hits, feelings will shift and you’ll feel the need to exit the relationship ASAP. He’ll walk you to the train on the first day you need to wear a cardigan and you’ll know it’s done. The second it gets cold, so do the feelings. “I don’t want to see you in sweaters. I want to see you in a tank top. It’s been real, dude.”

The Fall Boyfriend

The Fall Boyfriend is nice. Too nice. You meet him at school or a cafe and are charmed by his sweetness. You think to yourself, “This is a person I want to drink hot chocolate with and spoon and tickle and listen to jazz or something. We’ll have meaningful conversations, maybe talk about politics, and walk in the park together.” If nothing else, it will feel stable. Ultimately though, you’ll discover that nice wears thin, nice doesn’t pay the love bills, nice doesn’t leave you wanting more, nice doesn’t create desire, nice chops your penis off. Bye bye, Fall Boyfriend. It’s starting to snow.

The Winter Boyfriend

All hail The Winter Boyfriend! Arguably the best of the seasonal boyfriends, the guy you date in winter is a borderline keeper. You’ve usually got to start searching for them in October as they’re at risk of selling out. As you know, no one likes to be single when it’s cold out so get one while you still can. Obligations for The Winter Boyfriend include but aren’t limited to: Letting you develop your own “winter coat” by eating whatever you damn please without a peep, staying in and getting drunk on whiskey together, holding your hand during a blizzard and, last but not least, buying you a nice Christmas present. Winter can be a #dark time for all of us. I pity the fool whose job it is to love me in thirty degree weather.

The Spring Boyfriend

Your Spring Boyfriend resembles the season itself: Gorgeous and quick. You’ll fall for them fast but they’ll be gone before you can say “Can you do that again?” You always want more of spring but you’re never going to get it. You’ll be permanently blue-balled.


A Guide

"A Guide To Going To The Bar Alone"

Nov. 01, 2011

The act of intentionally going to a bar sans others for the purpose of meeting people who might date you is not as easy as it seems. Here are step-by-step instructions. But first…

Why should you go to a bar alone?

Reason #1: You and your four best friends dressed up on a Friday night in a crowded, sweaty bar filled with dozens of drunk bitties is not good odds. Dating is a numbers game. Put them in your favor.

Reason #2: While going to the bar alone is not weird (keep saying it), people don’t traditionally do it, so it will be noted by people who respect confident, interesting folk. These are the people you want to want you.

Reason #3: What do you have to lose? The answer is: the cost of 1-3 beers, pride (if you happen to run into an ex), and time if it doesn’t work out. You’d lose way more than that trolling through Match.com after Pad Thai and a bottle of wine on a Wednesday night.

What to do when you get there:

Step 1: Do not tell anyone that you intend to go to a bar alone. They might say “That’s weird,” or, “Do you think that’s safe?” or, “Can I come?”

Step 2: Select a venue that’s guaranteed to be crowded with the stereotypes of your choosing. If you live in a hipster hood but prefer to date Harvard types, be sure to travel.

Step 3: Aim to arrive at a post Happy Hour time on a sensible weekday night. So, Tuesday or Wednesday at 8pm.

Step 4: Sit at the bar (never at a table) and order something respectable (read: not pink). Note: It is critical to tip the bartender well. If the first person who sidles up to chat is a douche, you want the ‘tender in your corner.

Step 5: Engage in some form of banal activity that prompts curiosity but not intimidation. So — yes to notes for the fun, freelance article you’re writing, no to notes for the miserable, required CPA exam you’re taking. Your move is to be casually reading and jotting things down while maintaining a look of coy openness to the question, “Hey, what’s that you’re working on?”

Other options: real estate listings, movie script, book with lots of pictures. Not options: sudoku (nerd), nail polish (priss) your iPhone (too typical).

Step 6: Set a time or drink limit and do not move. Your mantra: this is not weird. Think of the bar as a much-more-fun coffee shop. You would have no problem at all sitting alone at a Java The Hut sipping coffee and reading the paper (if you would, get over it). The bar is just like that but people get drunk, feel bold, and talk to each other.

Step 7: Repeat steps one through six until you meet the person with whom you’ll spend the rest of your life. When people ask you how you met, make something up. Nobody wants to meet the love of their life in a bar.


Thursday, October 27, 2011

Broken-Hearted People

This one is for all the broken-hearted people in the world.

The people walking the world with only half a mind, listlessly searching for a way to piece things back together.

This one is for the ones who just got out of a relationship. Those who finally decided that things can't continue on this way, are strong enough to admit this to themselves and take action, yet are seen as the bad guys by the bystanders. They're the ones who recognized that no longer was this union something that brought joy; they yielded anger and bitterness instead. This is for the ones who did something about their current situation yet aren't recognized as the pained. They were the ones who broke it off so they have no right to feel hurt, anger, bitterness and resentment towards the "wounded" party. This is for the ones who mourn the possibility of something more, and the death of what could have been. This is for the ones who look down at a shattered heart and think "what am I to do with this?"

This is for the ones who've been yearning for a love long past. They're the ones who never truly got over someone, decided to stay in the picture, yet didn't know how to handle not being the partner. They're the ones who found a future in the past, yet have no means of letting those two meet. Like parallel lines, they're condemned never to cross paths. This is for those who've countlessly banged their heads against the wall, in the vain hope of knocking sense into their heads. They're the ones who can't quite handle not having someone in their life at all. They're the martyrs of today. They walk around with this ginormous weight resting on their shoulders, pushing them down, bringing with them a cloud of regret. This is for the ones who look down at a shattered heart and think "what am I to do with this?"

This is for those who've lost something far greater than a love story. This is for those who lost a friendship. In their head is a carousel of scenes from the past, a merry-go-round of memories and emotions, running fast enough to be far away from grasp, yet slow enough to project glimpses of remembrances and nostalgia. They are the human time-machines, going backwards and forwards, around and around and around, teasing, taunting, mocking. They screwed up in some way, and are brave enough to recognize the faults, but not the consequences. They're the ones who no longer quite know where to stand, how to tread the line -- strange friends or friendly strangers. They're ruled by pride, so chances are, these two are done and gone for good. They've loved, and fallen in love, and been in love, and stayed in love, and lost love, yet never quite understood the loss of love. They lost lovers, never love, so when they lost each other, the ground shifted from under them, leaving them feeling sickly imbalanced as they tried to adjust their stance, how they saw the world. This is for the ones who look down at a shattered heart and think "what am I to do with this?"

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Cool Story, Bro.


1.) Fascinating discourse, chum
2.) Riveting fable, comrade
3.) Intriguing anecdote, brethren
4.) Perpetuating argument, colleague
5.) Sweet saga, yo
6.) Waste of time, jerk
7.) Spellbinding reiteration there, my chummy
8.) Phantasmagorical novelization, oh great one
9.) Interesting intellect, imbecile
10.) Trepidating bore, fetus
11.) Ballin’ gossip, dawg
13.) Compelling tale, cohort

Tumblr is amazing.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Friendship Divorce

“What do you do when you realize that although you may have years of history, and found real value in each other in times past, that you kind of don't like a friend anymore? That, after time spent with this person, you feel drained, empty, belittled or insulted. My father always used to tell me that, ‘you can't make new old friends.’ How do you distinguish if someone in your life makes you change for the better or if you are better off without them?”
- Gwyneth Paltrow

Friday, October 21, 2011

Good friends.

Essa: Sorry to intrude and spring up on your house without notice like this!
Joane: You're welcome any time!
Mackenzie: So can we stay?
Joane: ... No.
Essa: So, not any time... just... particular times.

Friends say the darndest things.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Status Magazine

Skinny Sweets will be available at the Status Magazine Yard Sale at Fiamma, Makati from 10am-6pm on Saturday, October 22, 2011. See y'all there!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


I am honestly the biggest geek in the world.

Thursday, October 6, 2011


So, posting a playlist of songs is something I haven't done in awhile. I'd like to say that I've been too busy, but truth is I've just been too lazy to go out there and look for new and new-old music. I've had ONE playlist with about 30 songs that has been on loop for the last couple of months. Work & routine isn't exactly inspiring, you know. Thankfully, I've also closeted myself at home with new books and tv shows so through those, coupled with astounding internet researching skills, I've found some pretty good tunes I think you guys will enjoy. Okay, astounding internet researching skills didn't really play a part; all I did was look for artists, preview their stuff, and get a copy of those that I enjoyed.

[It is to be noted that some songs here came from the aforementioned 30 or so song playlist. I just can't get them off my brain.]

1.) Coyote Song - Bright Eyes
2.) Shell Games - Bright Eyes
3.) Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend
4.) This Modern Love - Bloc Party
5.) Grey Lynn Park - The Veils
6.) 99 Problems - Hugo
7.) Crosses - Jose Gonzalez
8.) I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie

Take a cue from me, kids. Go hide yourselves at home with books, old movies, and tv shows and scorn social interaction. You'll come out bitter and cynical, but if you add some leftover childlike exuberance and joie de vivre, you'll seem more sardonic and mysterious and cool!

Psychopathy Checklist

1. Glibness/superficial charm
2. Grandiose sense of self-worth
3. Pathological lying
4. Cunning/manipulative
5. Lack of remorse or guilt
6. Shallow affections (genuine emotion is short-lived and egocentric)
7. Callous/lack of empathy
8. Failure to accept responsibility for own actions
9. Need for stimulation/proneness to boredom
10. Parasitic lifestyle
11. Poor behavioral control
12. Lack of realistic long-term goals
13. Impulsivity
14. Irresponsibility
15. Juvenile delinquency
16. Early behavior problems
17. Revocation of conditional release
18. Promiscuous sexual behavior
19. Many short-term marital relationships
20. Criminal versatility

I think I need to go talk to someone now.

Culturally Specific Emotions

Words that don't exist in the English language:

L'esprit d'escalier
The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated, it means, "the spirit of the staircase".

The feeling of being alone in the woods.

Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.

The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

A person who asks a lot of question.

Pena ajena
Mexican Spanish
The embarrassment you feel watching someone else's humiliation.

The mark left on a table by a cold glass.

Tshiluba, Congo
A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Elliott and Bowie

Yes, these kids are adorable.

Yes, I do hope they end up together.

Yes, they are getting more action than I am.

Best of luck, Elliott and Bowie! You kids have it good. And I'll be pulling for you!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Hand Of Hope

A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the U.S. paper which published it, you probably would never have seen it.

The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr. Bruner's remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb.

During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr. Bruner completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. Dr. Bruner was reported as saying that when his finger was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of his life, and that for an instant during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile.

The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The editors titled the picture, "Hand of Hope." The text explaining the picture begins, "The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life."

Little Samuel's mother said they "wept for days" when they saw the picture. She said, "The photo reminds us pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person" Samuel was born in perfect health, the operation 100 percent successful.

Now see the actual picture, and it is awesome... incredible... and hey, pass it on! The world needs to see this one.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Weekenders

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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Dark Shadows

Barnabas Collins (Depp) — He was an 18th century gentleman, a businessman just before the Revolutionary War, who was transformed against his will into a vampire and buried in a tomb for two centuries. After he finally emerges, uncovered by construction workers in the year 1972, he seeks out his descendants — as well as some long-ago foes and a possible lost love.

“He’s been alive this whole time and very hungry, with no idea what’s going on outside,” says screenwriter Seth Grahame-Smith (author of Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, which Burton is producing as a film.)

Barnabas is one vampire who is just as frightened of our times as we are of him, says producer Richard D. Zanuck: “Two-hundred years later, he’s suddenly walking into the town he saw being built and seeing girls in skirts, cars for the first time. It’s a man-out-of-time, supernatural horror story, but I put ‘horror’ in quotes.”

Despite his confusion, he’s still a ladies man. “In some sense he can be a terrifying killer; on the other hand, women have a weakness for him and he has a weakness for women,” Grahame-Smith says. “He can be a very well-mannered, well-meaning vampire most of the time, until his stomach is empty or someone challenges his beloved Collins family.”

Here’s that family, from left to right:

Dr. Julia Hoffman (Helena Bonham Carter) – From Alice in Wonderland’s Red Queen, to the cannibalistic cook Mrs. Lovett in Sweeney Todd, Burton can’t help but cast the mother of his children as a deranged person. This prim and proper psychiatrist, who has taken up residence with the Collins family to care for their troubled youngest boy, might seem to break that trend — but don’t bet on it. “Dr. Hoffman’s been there for years, working with David [the little boy in the photo] but not making any progress. He still claims he sees ghosts and talks with his dead mother,” Grahame-Smith says. “She’s crazy but brilliant. Obviously she’s an eccentric, and definitely likes a drink or two. She’s definitely a little bit off her rocker, and is a woman with a lot of secrets herself.” The writer teases: “She’ll also become interested in Barnabas in more than one way. “

Carolyn Stoddard (ChloĆ« Moretz) — Though she played a voracious child vampire in the acclaimed (but little seen) Let Me In, Moretz is on the human side of the spectrum in Dark Shadows — though that doesn’t mean this cousin of young David Collins isn’t without her own peculiarities. “Carolyn is your typical early 1970s teenager,” Grahame-Smith says of the girl, the daughter of Michelle Pfeiffer’s character (seen on the far right). “She likes her music and likes her magazines, and does not like anyone in her family. She likes to keep her door closed and keep to herself. She’s pretty normal, but appearances can be deceiving. I wouldn’t say there is a normal person in this photo.”

Angelique Bouchard (Eva Green) — The Bond girl from Casino Royale turns up here as the villain of the story. “Angelique is a witch who has known Barnabas since the 1700s, when they had an affair that went sour. She is the one who cursed him to be a vampire and locked him in that box,” Grahame-Smith says. “Since he has been away, Angelique has made it her life’s mission to destroy the Collins family. So when Barnabas turns up again after all these years, she’s not very happy to see him.”

David Collins (Gulliver McGrath) — Lonely, confused, and neglected by his pompous father (Jonny Lee Miller, over on the right next to Pfeiffer), David has no one to confide in except his bizarre psychiatrist — and the dead people he claims to see. Grahame-Smith describes him as “a sweet, curious, precocious little boy whose family has branded him as slightly crazy.” Then he finally gets a new caretaker to look after him …

Victoria Winters (Bella Heathcote) — This young woman arrives to become David’s new governess, only to find herself swept up in the vampire-witch melodrama. “When Barnabas meets Victoria, he’s instantly reminded of the woman he lost in the 1700s, before he was cursed to be a vampire,” Grahame-Smith says. “I wouldn’t say he falls in love with her, but there’s an instant attraction, an instant connection.” Is she the reincarnation of his doomed lover Josette du Pres? “We get the sense at the beginning she has a secret past, and that’s unraveled as it goes on,” the screenwriter says.

Mrs. Johnson (Ray Shirley) — “Poor old Mrs. Johnson …” Grahame-Smith sighs when talk turns to the old woman seated in the back behind Depp. “She is the mostly blind, mostly deaf maid, who has been with them for decades and decades. You might find her polishing a piece of silverware with a slab of baloney because she thinks it’s a polishing cloth. I don’t think she actually says anything in the entire film. She’s just sort of there.” He laughs: “Adding her was Tim’s idea.”

Willie Loomis (Jackie Earle Haley) — How awesome is it to play an actual Groundskeeper Willie? The Oscar-nominee for Little Children is a slightly more competent servant than Mrs. Johnson, but that’s not saying much. “He’s the guy who takes out the trash, mows the lawns, and fixes the cars, except he’s usually so drunk and so disinterested that he doesn’t take his job seriously anymore,” Grahame-Smith says. “The lawn is overgrown, the house has fallen into disrepair, and all the cars are on cinder blocks. His heart’s definitely not in the job anymore.”

Roger Collins (Jonny Lee Miller) — This scion of the once-great Collins family is one of the main reasons the aristocratic clan has fallen into such disgrace. “He’s a creepy, self-centered guy who likes to order Willie around, likes to pretend the family is still on top of his game,” Grahame-Smith says. Not only is he a bad father to David, but he is a poor manager of whatever meager wealth the family retains. “When Barnabas shows up and has some very specific ideas about how to make things right, he’s obviously going to bump heads with Roger Collins.”

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard (Michelle Pfeiffer) — The mother of Carolyn Stoddard, and mother-figure to David, she’s the one adult member of the Collins clan who is at least slightly competent. “Elizabeth is the rock of the family. She’s the matriarch,” Grahame-Smith says. “She’s the keeper of the Collins history, and a fierce protector of what remains of her family. She’s the one that insists on the best care for the children, even though money isn’t what it used to be. She’s a very strong woman who unfortunately has been dealt a very difficult deck.” With a witch perpetually trying to destroy her, and a long lost vampire relative turning up to reclaim control, “there’s just too much for her to handle,” Grahame-Smith says.


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Mr. A-Z

Years later, and I'm just as big a Jason Mraz fan as I was when I first heard his stunning lyrics and wonderful melodies nearly a decade ago.

I have to say, though I still hugely enjoy his later work, I do miss the slightly perverted, faster songs of his first few albums (Waiting For My Rocket To Come and Tonight, Not Again are my absolute favorites! However, I still thoroughly enjoy Mr. A-Z and We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things.).

I can't wait for October! Marry me, Mraz!

Monday, September 19, 2011

Free Hugs

A couple of weeks ago, 2 of my very good girl friends and I couldn't stop discussing the perennial and continuous banality of our lives. We couldn't explain how exhausted we were of doing the same things over and over, like clockwork.

After tireless conversations regarding this topic, we concluded that we were far from being ungrateful, as it may seem that way to some, because we've led, and are still leading, very charmed lives. We just became wary of being cheered by the same things, as well as getting sad over the same ones.

When familiarity starts to breed contempt, you can't just rest on your laurels and continue talking about how ennui has taken over.

You need to do something interesting.

You need to become a better person.

You need to pay it forward.