I have to rewrite my life story.
When I was in grade school, a teacher made us do an utterly morbid exercise–we had to write our life story, up until our death! For some reason, I wrote that I died of breast cancer in my 50s. The age seemed like a long way off, and the cancer…I have no explanation for it.
Today, I realized that I sent that signal out to the universe. I went to see the doctor, and there were talks of possible cysts, and fear gripped its clammy hands over me. Was this my doing? Was my story coming true? (Blame this thought on my having read The Secret.)
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During one of the free-time windows on a recent business trip to Singapore, I went to the National Museum. I was awestruck. One of the major wings, the Singaporean History wing, is this multilevel, vast exhibit area. You’re handed an audio device with ear phones and a handheld control with a numbered keypad on it…
The floor of the History wing is numbered, and so when you get to a particular section, you just punch in the number on the device to hear the narration about whatever is in that section. Wala lang…was truly appreciative of how they thought of a simple way for visitors to enjoy the thing at their own pace, instead of the usual “herded like cattle by museum guide” procedure.
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I’ve always been guilty of being elitista-obscurista… And though I may not be as judgmental as others with bandwagon issues (in that at least I try something before I diss it), I’ve never really taken blogging and the whole livejournal subculture seriously.
Exhibit A:
Me: “Really? You’re a writer? Where can I see your work?”
Someone: “Oh check out my blog at poser.blogspot.com”
Me: (to self, not spoken out loud) “Pffffft….you’re a writer coz you’re a blogger? *put snarky mental snicker here*”
There are too many idiots as it is who get published in “proper” media of the written word like newspapers and magazines. And “bloggers”…gawd, to me they were the worst of poseurs coz, hell, they’d get published with no editorial process whatsoever (all they’d need was their url to get passed on). Don’t get me wrong, I actually used to have a personal blog. But then the blog boom began, and suddenly everyone was a blogger. Just like how everyone’s now a writer.
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Yahoo! Music came out with an article entitled “The World’s Cheesiest Love Song Playlist”. What made it onto the list? A lot of classics and a couple of surprising entries…but all videoke-worthy!
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My teammates and I were walking after watching the Sexual Chocolate-vs.-Roaches game at the “Malakas at Maganda” tournament* when a gust of wind sent a shower of little leaves our way. “Catch a falling leaf and make a wish!” I told my friends, as I thrust my hands out and tried to capture one of them little buggers.
“And who told you that?” they asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Probably the same person who said, ‘Count a hundred yellow cars and the first person you see after that is your soulmate!’”
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It was DVD night with my friends Sab and Kraken over a few cold beers and a ginormous bot of Asti (enough to put a little giggly-bubbly to an Ehtiopian village to help put their hunger woes on temporary leave). Flick du jour was Juno, charming little indie with a big voice and a smart yarn. Set in some backwater town, it’s about a stoic 16-year-old girl who gets preggo after sex with the besty one boring afternoon.
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I don’t have the patience to download TV shows from the Net (heck, I’ve never even downloaded a song), so my eyes glaze over whenever friends talk about Gossip Girl or season 2 of Heroes. I don’t have a lot of time to watch TV, and normally I’d rather read or hang out with friends than veg in front of the boob tube. But lately, I’ve had a bit of down time and have been watching the following shows:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Monday to Friday, 9:00 pm, AXN Beyond)
I discovered Buffy too late, you see. I used to find it weird when my friends would tell me that they were so into it. I mean, a teenager who’s out to rid the world of vampires? How brainless is that? I couldn’t even imagine what kind of flimsy plots each episode had. But I turned into a true-blue Buffy fan when I started watching regularly…on its fifth season! Hence, I missed seeing Cordelia, the whole Angel romance, a sister-less Buffy…I even missed Buffy in high school! Now’s my chance to catch up on this well-loved series. (Yes, I do understand now why it has a cult following.)
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