thank you
I almost always end up breaking or bending the rules–even rules I made myself–so I’m not going to come up with a list of New Year’s resolutions. Nosir, not even a mental list, even though right now I can think of a couple of things I should really refrain from doing starting next year…
Anyway. So far the holidays have been okay. I’m not a big holiday person. Let me elaborate: I like pre-holiday parties. I love the noise, the fun, and whathaveyou. This is actually the best holiday season for me so far–lots and lots of parties, different people all the time. But on Christmas day itself, I’d rather sleep, or slouch somewhere with a good book, with the music on, and with chocolates and peanuts within a one-meter radius.
The conditions under which I enjoy New Year celebrations are likewise complicated, and I’m too lazy to write them down, but I mentioned them to a few officemates over lunch the other day, and the officemates described me as such: “anti-social,” and “weird.”
That’s alright. I’m only generally anti-social during December 25 and December 31. The rest of the year I’m pretty friendly, or so I’d like to think.
The Holiday Tally, so far:
Parties Attended: At least 8
Parties Ditched: At least 5
Forbidden Gifts Refused: At least 3
Surprise Gifts/Greetings Received That I’ll be Raving About For Months: 3
Hugs and Other Expressions of Affection: Countless. And priceless 
moments
There’s a part of me that wishes I had gone with my friends to Anawangin beach in Zambales early Saturday morning to Sunday night. I was told they had their “moments”–that time when you’re so flat-out drunk you complain about everything, you lash out at your friends for no apparent reason, you throw up on the sand, and then you can’t remember much the next day (ahem, ahem).
Ah, to be young and reckless. There’s still February, I guess.
I realized that the more stuff happens, the less I feel inclined to write about them. Which is why I haven’t been updating this blog–too many stuff happening.
Let me just say that 2008 has been a rollercoaster year. ‘Nuff said. Here’s to a more stable 2009. Or not. I do love surprises.
someday
This made my day. According to The Modern Age, NME featured The Strokes in an issue that went on sale Nov. 16, 2008 in celebration of the 10-year anniversary of the band’s formation.
It’s good to know that I’m not the only one still hung up on The Strokes even though their last album was in 2005…and even though Albert Hammond Jr has been dating that overrated Agyness Deyn *mean laugh.*
I checked out the NME website and stumbled upon this photo gallery from NME that made me shake my head with a naughty, lopsided grin on my face in that “those damn boys, I love them” way as if I actually knew them.
They’re so…rock and roll. They actually remind me a little bit of Led Zeppelin–booze, girls, experimental sound and vague lyrics–minus the they-sold-their-souls shit.
I hope the fourth album won’t be like the third one, where only a few were really worth listening to: “You Only Live Once,” “Razorblade,” “Juicebox,” “Heart in a Cage.”
Someday, someday.
murphy’s law
And so I thank my lucky stars that I have endearingly weird, spontaneous friends who help me get through the shiz (note, however, that there have also been interesting developments all around) these days.
One had a friend who had tickets to the MTV Staying Alive Music Summit for HIV/AIDS, and I was asked to tag along last night. It was all right: I hung out with the ticket-bearing friend’s friends, drank free beer, rekindled some of my faith in OPM. I got home about 2 a.m., but had to drag my ass to a news conference early today. Some of my fellow reporters noted how lost I looked; it also didn’t help that it was pouring down rain that morning and I was pretty soaked when I arrived.
The rest of the day also didn’t turn out so well, so I phoned one of my best friends if we can meet up for dinner and ranting over drinks. The good food–I forgot the name of the place, it was near East Ave–and crazy conversation definitely lifted my spirits. Wow, did I just use that phrase?
The realizations? Some things are better left unsaid. And what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger (okay, that’s Nietzsche). And oh, that any attempt on my part to make significant savings is futile; I like making memories too much.
bite me
Twilight the movie was plagued by bad hair, awkward silent moments, and sometimes barren-looking sets, but I liked it more than the book. The reason, in four words: less mush, more cuties.
In the book, there were numerous “stay away from me I’m dangerous” lines, endless arguments about who loves the other more, and more references to Edward’s beauty than I can count. I’m just glad the filmmakers reduced those moments to about two each, because as much as I appreciate romance, Twilight the book takes it to new heights. Machu Picchu heights. In the end you just feel like throwing up.
And then there’s Robert Pattinson, who played Edward.
I didn’t find him that handsome (don’t kill me), but he did have his moments. Like when he was wearing shades then grinned then put his arms around Bella. I appreciate him more when he smiles, basically, because sometimes his “intense” looks feel contrived. That guy who played Jasper was cute too, but that’s probably because I’ve always liked the Jasper character. I like the silent, tortured ones. Hihi.
All in all, I thought the movie was…okay. I was kind of more excited by the trailer of Underworld: Rise of the Lycans which I saw before Twilight began. Now there’s a nice, dirty vampire versus werewolves movie. Num.
