The Brennan-Booth Fever

Obviously I'm the only one who's head over heels over Bones, a Fox network TV series about a socially inept yet intelligent forensic anthropologist who works with the FBI Dr. Temperance Brennan (Emily Deschaniel) and her "normal" alpha male partner Special Agent Seeley Joseph Booth (David Boreanaz). The series is based on the life of real-life forensic anthropologist and author Kathy Reichs. The show was created by Hart Hanson and produced by Kathy Reichs.

Dr. Brennan who Booth fondly calls as "Bones" (otherwise known as Joy Kennan before her parents got into witness protection program) works at the Jeffersonian Institute (which is very much like the Smithsonian Institute in real life) , a museum and learning institution. The Institution is working with the FBI on some of cold cases by examining the skeletal remains of victims.

Enough about the show. If you want the whole cast members and the whole story I suggest that you buy the whole season 1 to 6 DVD. It's worth idling really. I am honestly hooked on TV for the entire duration of my 7-day rest not because they have interesting cases to solve just like in CSI (which I refused to watch after William Petersen's character - Gil Grissom and Jorja Fox's - Sarah Sidle were replaced by Laurence Fishburn's character which made the show looked like The Matrix...he's still Morpheus to me) but because of Dr. Brennan and the Squint Squad's intelligent humor. The Squint Squad, by the way, is comprised of: forensic artist and Brennan's best friend Angela Montenegro who designed a three-dimensional holographic program (known as Angelator) used in facial reconstruction as opposed to the usual cartographic sketch, Dr. Brennan's assistant and grad student whose IQ (in episode 11) was said to be more than 163 Zachary Addy, and an entomologist whose family is one of the sponsors of the Jeffersonian Institute and who fell in love and eventually married Angela.

I'm not usually into this whole TV series thing except for CSI maybe and Wire in the Blood (this is more of a psychology drama) but Dr. Brennan's social inadequacy reminds me of my own, a very good reason to identify with the main character which turned out to be a good excuse to get hooked on the show.

Watch and you'll know why I like her and Booth together. You might find yourself amused by the Squint Squad's meeting of the minds.

Things you oughta to know if you're dating a nerd.

OK I may not be the perfect go-to person for your dating dilemmas because I, myself, am not sure on how to define dating in the first place. I am who most people would call as a dating retard. I'm not proud of it but hey if that's the truth why should I deny it. Truth is I've been trying really hard to fit in into the world of the normals or the socially skilled (that's the word I guess for those who go out on Saturday night, have some fun with their girlfriends with some Margarita on the side and maybe boys and who knows maybe if they're lucky will eventually get laid). What can I do? I'm just another nerd who strives to coexist with socially skilled normals in a world filled with too many weapons of self-destruction. I've been called names - other than the most popular NERD, there's the egghead, dork, geek, dweeb, twerp, twit, even crazy. Sometimes I get hurt but most of the time I take it as a complement. Come to think of it I get to save the world...or at least my likes get to save the world in the movies.

In my attempt to promote harmony between us, the female nerds, and our not-so-likely counterpart, the normal alpha males, I would like to share to you these not-so-known information about us. Here are some of the info you might want to check out when you find yourself dating our kind:

• Forgive our limited and sometimes inept knowledge about the small things in life (i.e: the latest club music or what to order in restaurants) because although we can undoubtedly explain how the Big Bang theory works up to the last detail, we are a bit socially awkward. But we can be taught and trained...that's our edge.
  
• You may have a holographic image of us stuck in your head as a bespectacled, boring, dull-looking individuals (in short, not hot!) but we can sometimes morph into this fantasy girl you've fancied about since you're 12. Believe me, all we need is a little make over to make your jaws drop and heat things up. The good news: In a world where vanity is a commodity, brain cells are considered to be very valuable. You can put a price tag on the looks they say but there's no way you can purchase a healthy neuron in shopping malls.
  
• We may seem boring in bed. Yes that can be true. It's not really that we're boring it's just that we're trying to keep that goody-two-shoes image intact. Just give us sometime to analyze things and to formulate our very own patent-pending (or maybe patented) Kama Sutra moves. We love conducting experiments and turning our hypotheses into theories is our main objective. Who knows you can be our favorite guinea pig!...and we experiment a lot so just hang in there.
  
• Don't get to anxious if we're a bit passive during getting-to-know moments. We're just being observant - trying to dissect your every move. We're well-aware that communication in relationships are mostly comprised of body language and not so of verbal cues (body language - 70%; verbal cues - 30% with tone 23% and words - 7%...according to experts and Cosmopolitan..ahahah) so we don't really give a damn about what you wear as long as it's decent and you look good on it, it's cool.
  
• Don't sweat that much on what you have to say although an astounding vocabulary will absolutely command our full attention. Truth is we're not really looking for a MENSA guy. What we really need and want is someone who can guide us to the other world (the real existing world, the one beyond our mini libraries and lab) who can make us laugh and cry at the same time and who can appreciate us without any hint of phoniness whatsoever.
  
• We may seem to demonstrate emotional coldness more often than what is required but on the inside we are all softies. Don't get pissed or intimidated if we get too rational or analytical. It's our defense mechanism. Rationalization is our way of hiding our feelings. So when your date starts to give you science lessons give her a hug or a kiss. Seal the deal before she gets into the whole Pythagorean Theorem and cause you a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
  
• If we're a bit passive on a date, don't fret. It's not that we're not into you. We just sometimes want you to take care of us because oftentimes we pretty much take care of everything in our lives. We're incurable control freaks and it's a good thing when we step aside and allow you to sweep us off our feet. Plus we recognize your need for accomplishment. You're an alpha male and we get it (in fact, we dig it). Your yearning to take care of us and protect us is well acknowledged that's why no matter how hard it is for us to be submissive we give you the power to rule our universe.
• If you raised an argument about something really nerdy (perhaps Global Warming or how the world would end) and we just sit there and do nothing (even say nothing), it can mean two things - either you bore us with your theories (no matter how National Geographic-ish they sound) which by the way we can refute in a split of a second OR we're simply smitten (this is very true if we do it more often...unconsciously).
• Don't impress us with your highfalutin superlatives and don't even attempt to or better yet don't even think to amaze us with your know-it-all attitude if you don't want your ego butchered hundred times over while we enjoy a really really good guffaw over it. Just be yourself. Instead of bragging about your new car or your phenomenal sexual prowess which by the time you finished your pompous self-proclamation we have probably figured out you don't possess (we know psychology), why not tell us about your likes or better yet teach us things you think we don't know yet. You may be surprised to find out how moronic we can be at most things that you're good at. We crave for knowledge so feed us.
  
• Don't be afraid to ask questions. Admitting that you're totally ignorant about some things is in fact a turn on. Not too many men out there are brave enough to set their pride aside. Let us see the real you. It may come as a surprise to you but we have insecurities too! For instance, I personally don't know how to cook and I often get suddenly dyslexic when reading an entry on the menu book. We would love to answer every question you have in mind. Just make sure to let us know when things starts too much for you or when words suddenly sounds foreign to you. We don't mind really. It's just that sometimes we get so passionate with the subject that we tend to forget you're not a part of the squint squad. You'll get used to it....and who knows you might become a bonafide squint squad member yourself in the near future.
  

There's the Pacqiuao-Cotto fight and then there's the blueberry cheesecake!

While the whole Filipino community from here and around the globe was in awe as the Pacqiuao-Cotto fight was in progress, I was at Figaro savouring every drop of Stash Red and White Tea while having a really good Blueberry cheesecake on the side. Last Sunday was in fact one of the weekends that I really look forward to not because I am a huge boxing fan (I'm a boxing fan but not really the type who would trade a good slice of cake for that) but because that Sunday was the only day that I can navigate the mall without being suffocated or being drowned by a sea of shoppers who undoubtedly had been on the same mall for the nth time already since it came to the city. I, devoid of any hesitations whatsoever, took the chance to enjoy a good book in a coffee shop which to my surprise only had about two or three patrons at that time (the seats are usually flanked by group of friends or lovers or families who's idea of hanging out is to chat over a cup of sinfully good coffee). And just before the fight was over, I scoured for some good reads at the nearby bookstore and found a "good buy" which turned out to be a good read. The book is about the late painter/visual artist/art genius Pablo Picasso written by a grandson to salvage his reputation from the public who sees the good painter as a really bad man. My weekend turned out to be a very good one. Though I ended up buying unnecessary books which I can only add to my mini library, a smart excuse for hoarding too much paperbacks and hard bounds. I can only promise that I'll read all of them during my upcoming 7-day paid vacation which I will undoubtedly spend within the confines of my room-slash-study. As to the details of the 7-day rest (especially on the why), I can't divulge it in here. Sorry.

Monday, the day after the fight. It wasn't a surprise to see Manny's face on the front page of every newspapers and dailies but I was surprised by the idea that I was still craving for a blueberry-flavored tea and..well...a blueberry cheesecake. This time I checked Blue Jay's. Although really pricey, their version failed my expectation. I was frustrated. I would've checked Dulgie's first. Honestly, what I was really craving for at that moment was Calea's but the thought of getting across the seemingly immortal body of water that separates the island and all just killed my appetite. Blue Jays blueberry cheesecake was actually OK...it would've been better but their choco lava kept my ass on my seat not to mention that I was really busy reading about Picasso. Glad he was there to entertain me. Otherwise, I would've turned into a super villain mutant (Mystique would be good...what do you think? lol!) and set the whole place on fire or blow it up but I changed my mind. Maybe some other time. Hahahaha (really evil laugh).

And oh did I mention that I went tea shopping? Bought all sorts of tea (in addition to the boxes of teas that I have at home) - Twinings, Celestial, Lipton, Benner, Stash, etc...all types - Earl Grey, English breakfast, Irish breakfast, white, green, red, black, herbal infusion...in all flavors possible - cranberry & raspberry, chamomile, jasmine, lemon, mint (which unfortunately tastes like toothpaste!), blueberry, apple & Cinnamon, rose hip, passion fruit. I was actually looking for oolong tea. Unfortunately, I haven't found any yet. So that's it for now. My current obsessions - teas and blueberry cheesecake! ....and yes Out of My League by Stephen Speaks! I can be really sweet, sensitive and emotional sometimes (this time in particular).

Note to self: Watch and count the calories hija!!!

Mini Library

When nerds talk.....

....they talk about how the world would end. Will the Sun finally turn into a red giant and eventually engulf and well toast all living and non-living creatures in the planet before it ends up as a white dwarf? Will the supposedly alien invaders who once, according to a theory, landed on this planet thousands of years ago to escape the devastating effects of global warming in their own planet and decided to genetically impregnate humans prior to the Homo Sapien years to make us all slaves and dig gold bars for them as they speculated from the Nazca Lines in Peru come back and kill us all? Will the Pliocene epoch (the time before the Pleistocene Period or the Ice Age) happen again and leave us all freezing to death? Or will some event horizon form and the whole world will be sucked by a huge black hole and only-God-knows what will happen next? These were some of the far-fetched yet possible theories of human...errr...planetary extinction that some high-level eggheads concocted to mass murder nitwits and even normals before the real Apocalypse strikes. This is what you learn when you're constantly hooked on Discovery Channel...ahahaha..you'll slowly turn into either a hypergenius or a dumb genius. I admit wholeheartedly that I am a promising dumb genius. (Dumb genius - an intelligent yet socially dumb person) Agree?

....they barely mention their almost non-existent love life, social life and whatever life is available out there other than their life as a mutant, their adventures and misadventures somewhere between the pages of Chaucer, Hawthorne, Dumas and let's not forget the classic tales of the Lanthanides (The Lanthanide Series are rare-earth elements in the Periodic Table of Elements with empty outer orbitals) and the actinides in which they share very similar chemistry with that they all witnessed in Organic Chem.

....they argue about how lame Jared Letto as Mark Chapman in Chapter 27. The movie was about the assassination of John Lennon in which J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye played a huge part in this flick that obviously lacks the audacity to entertain viewers (even I who is less capable who scrutinizing bad movies went into an almost irreversible coma after I spent 20 minutes watching Jared's character as he sat on the cab and asks himself my fave Holden Caulfield question: Where do the ducks go in the Central Park during winter?).

....the more Religious ones would spend hours either trying to convince others about the Gnostic Gospels, The Gospel of Judas in particular or they would narrate how the Shroud of Turin in the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist ended up in Turin, Italy. They will feed you information you've never heard of and probably never thought have existed before you can question your almost slipping sanity why in the world you've made such a bad decision to have a cup of coffee with a nerd.

A conversation with a nerd can be very lethal. It can induce coma that would eventually lead to death if not handled correctly but if you learn the art of conversing with a nerd you'll most-likely end up with new-found knowledge and with utmost guarantee you'll brain cells will be forced to replicate a thousand fold in a split of second. I would love to teach you The Art of Conversing with a Nerd but the thing is I still have a brain to blow up after this tea session so I guess next time is the best time. Until then.... XOXO - Dumb Nerd :)

...and then it went kaput.

To Whom It May Concern,

So I'm back to planet Earth after a month-long stay in Fairytopia. The transition from fantasy to reality is not as easy as what most people think. There's too many painful truths to realize and so many good things to set aside. I was about to say let go but I'm still hoping. Although it's kind of a long shot really. It's as if my ephemeral euphoria has finally come to it's end. Just like every good movie, it has to end, the credits have to roll and people have to leave. Nevertheless, all the memories that we both shared will be etched and preserved somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain.

It was some kind of an early Christmas wish granted. Despite the fact that I abhor the season for it's phoniness, I am somehow convinced that it has this peculiar magic that keeps us hoping for the best. It worked in my case. Seven years of wishing, hoping, and only-God-knows-what else. I got more than what I bargained for. And it's good enough for me.

Now here I am sitting idly in a dimly-lit room contemplating, searching for answers, trying to diagnose each and every move. Truth is I'm just looking for excuses to think about you and the times we had together. I don't exactly know why I have to pretend that I have moved on when it is indeed evident that you've totally won me over again for the nth time. Perhaps it is my subconscious that urges me to protect myself from probable self-destruction. Maybe because deep within I know and I am certain that it is only you who can see right through me, who can ironically make me happy and induce pain and well by the way things are right now can drive me really crazy.

Seeing you again after a long long time is a gift and having you even for a while is something that I would trade the whole world for. I don't mind missing the entire planetary revolution whenever we're together. In fact, I'm too mesmerized to rationalize things. I would probably have a hearty guffaw on this years later but this is entirely true at this very moment.

Sometimes you make my heart pound so hard that I almost forget to breathe. It is cheesy and this isn't me but there's something about you that triggers my brain to shut down and sends my nervous system into panic.

I can just watch you as you sleep and not think of anything. Sometimes I have to poke myself or touch your hand to remind me that you're indeed right next to me. I've been skeptical about happiness but merely watching you and feeling you next to me clearly define all sorts of emotions that were then alien to me.

I'm sorry if I seldom say a word. I can't seem to form a phrase when I'm with you. It's as if my neurons voluntarily shut themselves down. All I wanna do is to look at you, observe you, feel you for I want to cherish each and every minute spent with you so that when you leave I can play all those memories over and over again. You made me happy in a way that I could not possibly define. It seems that when I'm in your arms, the only thing that I am capable of doing is to giggle like a child - devoid of any fears and of miseries. And as I lay my head on your shoulders, I can hear your heart beating faster and faster. And it's as if it's playing a lullaby, I slowly sink into a deep slumber as I listen to each beat and rhythm.

But those were memories. Something that I can only hold on to. Something that could make me smile. Something that would remind me of you...and of the joy you twice brought into my life. For that, you'll be permanently etched on my ventral tegmental area.

Thank you so much for the memories and the times together. I hope that I'll see you again in the near future...until then.

Always and Forever,
Janice

Wanted: Brain for Lease

I had one helluva of a month. As to the details of why and how, I prefer to keep mum on that but I can give you a quick peek on the recent happenings:

• My editor was on the verge of slitting my throat last week. She's been patiently asking for the write up that she assigned to me couple of weeks ago. Can't blame me. I was somewhere between stratosphere and well...heaven for weeks and ranting about other people's abode was the least thing on my list. The euphoria continued for several days until my publisher gave me a call and with her most persuasive voice urged me to email my story that very minute. My brain was in a state of voluntary slumber and squeezing all the ATPs in my system didn't help much. Couldn't do much but hope that my ed won't turn into Jeff Lindsay's macabre master Dexter. Luckily, the thought scared the hell out of my tired and unusually lazy neurons and they finally worked. And although dog-tired, they were able to come up with a not-so-bad 753-word write up which will occupy 4 pages in the next month's issue. Truly, nothing beats slavery. Come to think of it. Without slavery, The Great Pyramid of Egypt or Manchu Pichu would be non-existent. Ah..the wonders of bondage!
• THE Friend kept calling me "nerd" as if it's a Nobel Prize for being able to map his brain out. hahaha. It's either he likes the idea of being with a nerd or he wants to become a nerd himself or he just likes me and it just happened that I am a nerd. I am inclined to believe on the latter but then again as I always tell myself before jumping into a conclusion (which by the way the "normals" are so capable of doing without any sort of difficulties whatsoever): never impose your hopes into things. So I have to entertain possible reasons and confuse myself. I like confusing myself. It keeps my sanity intact.
• Speaking of "nerd", Am I really a nerd? By definition, a nerd is someone who although having a technical or scientific skills is introspective and generally introverted. (Thanks to Wiktionary for this one). Let's go check. Have scientific skills ? Check. Introspective? I guess check. I've been the contemplative type since my pre-operational stage (in Piaget's stages....Psychology..duh!). Introverted? hahaha positive. I'd rather have coffee with Jane Austen or Salinger or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle than participate in a tequila body shot. Sorry guys :(

Here by Me...

I hope you’re doing fine out there without me
'Cause I'm not doing so good without you
The things I thought you'd never know about me
Were the things I guess you always understood
So how could I have been so blind for all these years
I guess I only see the truth through all this fear of living without you

And everything I have in this world
And all that I'll ever be
It could all fall down around me
Just as long as I have you right here by me

I can’t take another day without you
'Cause, baby, I could never make it on my own
I've been waiting so long just to hold you
And to be back in your arms where I belong
I'm sorry I can't always find the words to say
But everything I've ever known gets swept away
Inside of your love

And everything I have in this world
All that I'll ever be
It could all fall down around me
Just as long as I have you right here by me

As the days roll on I see
Time is standing still for me
When you’re not here
I’m sorry I can’t always find the words to say
Everything I’ve ever known gets swept away
Inside of your love

x2
And everything I have in this world
And all that i'll ever be
It could all fall down around me
Just as long as I have you right here by me

Letters from the box

I am a letter person which means that I prefer stationery and pen over e-mails and IMs but I don't send snail mails to random people. Hell I don't even send greeting cards to my sisters. There was this one time in my life though that sending mails became a staple part of my daily routine. That was long time ago and I guess I don't have to do it now since he's here but not for long.

But an old friend...yes THE old friend sent me a letter once..and it reads:

Janice,

In this far distant place
I still see your face
The look in your eyes
And that smile I just can't replace.

Through the day and through the night
You're always on my mind
I think about our last days together
How our hearts intertwined.

I miss you so much and love you unconditionally
I'm counting down the days
Until I'm holding you next to me.

When I see you I'll hold you
And never let you go
And cherish that moment as the day grows old...

to be continued.....love yah...sorry I can't email you....

Love yah Janice,
J

Note: This letter has been on my box for quite sometime. How old is it? 7 years. Now, it's time for you to take an intelligent guess. haha

And this was what I wrote for him:

In the sleepless solitude of the night
Memories of you are still vivid in my mind
Raindrops fall from the sky
Just like the tears that fell from my eyes
The very day you said goodbye

At first i thought it was a pure coincidence
But now i realized how fate makes difference
I've hated chance for being so greedy
I should have met you quite early
How i wished time stopped running that Sunday

I can't forget how you swept me off my feet
Was it the potion you've spilled over the meat?
Or the spell you've cast that week?
Who would not fall for a guy so sweet
Like the gentleman Leopold and the angel Seth

I don't know the reason why i love you so deeply
I'm sure that I'll find it out one day
It doesn't matter if the search would last for eternity
Then i prayed for 1001 ways to show you how much i care
But all i can do is tell you that I'll always be here

No oceans no seas can come between us
Though we are thousand miles apart
You can always count that it's just you here in my heart
For it is in your arms where i truly belong
So i wouldn't mind waiting for you that long

I don't want to hear the promises that you can't keep
Because i don't want to curse you with these lips
I hope I'm not asking too much in return
Just come back if you can may it be five years after or soon
For i missed you so badly even we talked over the phone

Thank you for the love and the time you've spent with me
And for the bliss of loving a stranger for four endless days
Still I can't believe that someone like you
Would dare to love a nobody that is me
Maybe this is what people call "meant to be"

They may say that this is wrong for they would never understand
That here deep within, far beyond make believe...we found love
From now on until forever I'll be yours have no fear
For you are my life...my soul...my everything...my dear

Forget the Wishlist....One Bucket List entry down

You can forget about Austen, Dickens, Chaucer, Christie, Garcia Marquez, Coelho, etc.....I just had the best Christmas gift! EVER! If you have read my Bucket list post (that was way way back Triassic period..hahaha) you've probably read about an item that says: MEET AN OLD FRIEND FOR THE LAST TIME. OK that's pretty scary. I'm not dying, am I? But yeah...I've finally met an old friend...no THE old friend again after 7 (or 9 years.....this argument is still on the Court of Appeals as we speak...ahaha). And have I mentioned that I fell in love with this guy?...as in the kind that makes you think that you're entire nervous system disintegrated that it suddenly functions independently defying all the standards you've set for what you're looking for in a possible genetic donor for the mini you. Now that would make head-over-heels in love an understatement! Enough of those mushy stuff! I'm starting to get really dizzy! Ewww!

So OK I've been dreaming, visualizing. and mentally orchestrating the "scene". I've always imagined it as a melodramatic one just like those heavy ala Kristine Hermosa's Pangako Sayo teleserye scenes we're so used of seeing in Pinoy TV (well of course with just me swimming in the pool of my own salty tears) but it wasn't like that instead it was more of awkward than dramatic as I always suspect it would be considering that we've both cried, exchanged some really cheesy conversations over the phone, and well....occasionally write poems for each other (Yes I am very much capable of such cheesiness!) but there wasn't any tears or any angina attack or panic attack for that matter. It was like one of those feel-good moments after watching a really good movie. A damn good one.

And while sipping my last cup of flavored coffee for the day, a smile escaped my unusually silent lips. Actually, I've been smiling unconsciously since last night. It's not that I was swept away once again it was more of good memories flashing like a cycle of bitter-sweet slide show in my head. Then I thought: How many people have met someone online, fell in love with him, cried over him for years day after day, and be able sit with the same guy after 9 years sharing stories about almost anything that baffles our now mature minds? How many people can say that they're friends as in friends (no phoniness involved, no bitterness whatsoever) with the same guy who first crushed their innocent heart? I guess this is it....the secret to real happiness...a life devoid of grudges yet full of willingness to understand and care for others..but then again I'm not a saint...so sometimes when emotional turbulence hits me like an unexpected meteor storm I just simply breakdown and hide in that tiny imaginary comfort zone that I have created for myself pushing others away from me because I don't want them to become a victim of my catastrophic self-destruction. But for now I am in a state of semi-idiopathic euphoria. Let's leave it at that..if you don't mind :)

P.S.: I wish people will experience the kind of happiness I'm feeling right now. I believe that we are all entitled to experience such lovely feeling even just once in our whole lifetime. Tip: don't look for it....it'll just come to you like an epiphany...or a Eureka moment.

Christmas wishlist

Christmas isn't exactly the best time of the year for me but when the thoughts of presents flash in my greedy mind...I'm ecstatic! The thought of nicely wrapped little something from random people on my Facebook and Friendster and...well...my contact list.

Well here's my wishlist for Christmas 2009 (Clue: You have to raid a library or bookstore to have these):

1. Jeff Lindsay's Dexter (All 4 of them)
2. Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol
3. Frances Hodgson Burnett's Little Lord Fauntleroy and/or The Secret Garden
4. Bleak House and/or Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
5. Nathaniel Hawthrone's The Scarlet Letter and/or The House of Seven Gables
6. Any of Agatha Christie's works
7. Paulo Coelho's Like the Flowing River
8. J.R.R. Tolkien's literary masterpieces
9. Love in the Time of Cholera and/or Memories of My Melancholy Whores / One Hundred
Years of Solitude
10. Any good reads...No Twilight Series or Harry Potter series allowed...but Lemony Snicket's work are more than welcome :) ta-ta!
(more to follow....have to munch some sweet corn...haha!)

Defying Copernicus

It was Nicolaus Copernicus who postulated the heliocentric theory for the Solar System but it seems that he's wrong....it's this man - Channing Tatum! He's hotter than the sun and yeah huge enough to draw every woman's attention and force them to orbit around him [swoons]. I bet those eyes can cause a supernova to explode. Let there be a massive nebula then.

Neurotoxins (as of 5:45 pm)

Ever since I was swept away by Duke (Channing Tatum's character in G I Joe: The Rise of Cobra) , which by the way happened yesterday [sighs], I can't seem to get the four letters roaming around somewhere in my almost empty brain of course along with Duke's don't-worry-I'll-save-the-world-for-you eyes and let-me-rescue-you-my-princess physique [swooning right now]. Oh yeah about the 4-lettered word. No it's not LOVE. Ewwwww! That is so high school! It's NATO! As the somewhat similar to Transformers movie was playing, my mind was busy scouring all the information it can dig regarding NATO until my finally dog-tired neurons gave up. And then just like the epiphany that I've been waiting for it occurred to me that NATO actually stands for North Atlantic Treaty Organization that is based in Brussels, Belgium. Further digging (on the Wikipedia not on my brain) made me realize that NATO is in fact a military alliance between European countries that was derivedfrom the treaty that was signed in April of 1949 wherein member states had an agreement to help one another in terms of military defense in times that they'll be attacked by an external force. Hmmm....kinda like a huge and elite fraternity.

I have to say that G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra catapulted Channing Tatum to superstardom. Although, we have seen him dance, act, and attempted to mesmerize us in CSI: Miami, Coach Carter (opposite Samuel L. Jackson), She's the Man (with Amanda Byne's), and Step Up (where he met his wife...yes he's married to Jenna Dewan...the ballerina-in-training in the movie) he remained to be in the Abercrombie and Fitch guy status until he became Duke in G.I. where he became the center of every woman's universe. That's just some of the movies that I can recall. I don't exactly intend to narrate his entire filmography here. I'm not his publicist for god sake! But if any of those films fail to refresh your memory of his charm well then there's always his Georgio Armani ad that will forever remind you of his...well...six packs?

Let's not forget how hot Sienna Miller looked in the movie as the Bloody Baroness. She's hotter in brunette than in her usual hair color. I must say she's smokin'!

I spent most of my time last night almost in the state of catatonia while watching Discovery Channel's The Science of Sex Appeal. Not that I wanted to get some. OK It's a total lie. Who doesn't want to be sexy and attractive? That's why we go to the gym and endure all those DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) that unfortunately not even the most expensive pain reliever can facify. Don't be such a hypocrite! We all want to look good, don't we? Oh yeah...they said that the area of the brain responsible for falling in-love is the ventral tegmentum. If you don't know where that alien-sounding part is feel free to borrow your friend's brain and study it for let's say a couple of hours. Just assure him that it'll be quick then call Dr. Lecter for help just in case you have Anatomy issues in mind. I bet you don't wanna do that so why not read this carefully and let me save you from future incarceration.

• Ventral tegmentum is a group of brain cells located in the midbrain. They are responsible for producing Dopamine, the body's natural methamphetamine. Dopamine has this euphoric effect which makes it as the common target site for street drugs and other substances such as "dip". Researchers who have dedicated their lives and careers decoding attraction and all those mushy things you've learned from watching too much Nicholas Sparks-inspired movies conducted a study at NYU where they recorded MRI images from test subjects who I assume have a very good love life (good for them). They showed photos of the subjects' friends and significant other. They noticed that each time the picture of a beloved is shown there is a significant increase in brain activity in the ventral tegmental area (VTA). It's time to break that cheesy I-love-with-all-my-heart line. Why not say "You're undoubtedly etched on my vetral tegmentum. You're my natural high" instead. How about that?







• Still can't locate where the hell this VTA is? Try this - it's located within your brain. Yes the delicate, sophisticated, physiologically designed and programmed mass that occupies your alloy-hard skull. But if you think you don't have one (brain) don't even bother to try mapping the seat of love since you won't probably find someone who'll fall for you anyway. If that's the case, I guess it's imperative to assume that you haven't, won't, and will never fall in love NEVER EVER so why sweat?

• Alone? Want to fake that natural high minus the dope? I suggest you read Nicholas Sparks. He'll sweep you off your feet, drive you mad, make you cry, and well...compel you to reminisce all those sweet moments. Opsie! Too much Dopamine here. gtg before my head explodes.
  

Vacay Pics

A night @ Hobbit House

Kia's having fun with the yellow glowing ball

Devoured by a shark @ Ocean Park Hong Kong

Kia overseeing HK @ Ocean Park

Kia's castle @ Disneyland

Waiting for the parents

with a rather famished Pooh

Princesses

@ Tomorrowland

with Donald Duck

start the day with Mickey and Minnie after all this is their abode

Formidable couple..all-time fave

Let's go and hitch a ride on Mickey's train!

Nostalgic Monday

It's Monday and I have this idiopathic urge to redundantly listen to old school "Tunog Kalye" hits by some remarkable bands that ever walked the face of Pinoy music such as Eraserheads (Did I mention that Buendia is hotter these days...like 100 degrees hotter...OK he was hot to start with...whatever! They say that the sun is dying now I'm starting to think that maybe we don't have to worry because Buendia is scorching enough to provide us all the heat that we need to preserve human life here on this planet. OK that's enough! Bottom line is he's HOT! There must be something rejuvenating about CABG - coronary artery bypass graft. If you don't know what it means I suggest that you listen to Ligaya instead)...oh where was I..OK...yeah like Eraserheads, Rivermaya (back when Rico Blanco sang my all-time favorite Balisong), Siakol, and Parokya ni Edgar (not that they disbanded or what but they're a living legend!).

I must admit that amongst the popular OPM alternatives, Ang Huling El Bimbo was THE song to remember....magkahawak ang ating kamay at walang kamalay-malay na tinuruan mo ang puso ko na umibig ng tunay...love unspoken...this is what the song is all about.

Parokya ni Edgar's Maniwala Ka Sana made me laugh. It's as if it was written for the sole purpose of reminding me of a long lost friend...[laughs]...nasira na yata ang ulo ko sa kakaisip sa 'yo kahit saan tumingin mukha mo ang nakikita ko! pero bakit para kang naiilang, ako'y iyong iniiwasan? ako'y nahihirapan wala namang ganyanan!...from friends to a wanna-be lover to not-so-friends at all. This I can relate to. Honestly.

You can't win at everything but you can try - With a Smile, Eraserheads. This is my favorite line. I feel compelled to smile whenever I hear this...it's a sweet song...not a single soul dared to sing this for me though...[sighs].

Di naman ako manyakis tulad nang iba pinapangako ko sa 'yo na igagalang ka sagutin mo lang ako aking sinta'y walang humpay na ligaya...excerpts from Ligaya by Eraserheads...men will do everything to get your attention....In fact, they'll even spit fire or cross the English Channel to win the woman of their dreams...[swoons]..men...men...men...they fall really hard!

Nobody's made me feel this way before; you're everything I wanted and more - Balisong, Rivermaya. This is my all-time fave! Swear will do anything to be this guy's everything and more....synopsis: a sweet and really emotional gentleman fell in-love with a friend who doesn't even have an iota of idea...HD kumbaga! Not High Definition moron!...Hidden Desire that's what it stands for....a sad love story I must admit.

Because it's Sunday and I'm bored...

Don't be alarmed if oneday you'll see one of these

someone who hates me deeply decided to erect a billboard just for me

I'm the new Emporio girl....out Zeta-Jones!

A one-man show...one great artist...one stunning model...lol!

Andy Warhol was right when he had this in mind...

now tell me whether or not you recognize that girl in the picture....nah not me...the other one!

being watched by people at a daily basis is never easy

need a search warrant or what? should I call CSIs?

Her Royal Hotness and the Stellar Geek..great combi!

torn by time...

is it just me or....this is not Yoko Ono!

draw a picture of me...draw it perfectly...

Kiara's first ad....mum and dad will be so proud of her...hahaha

poster mania: now guys you can either browse forever or buy one!

somewhere in Mexico where I became a one-hit wonder...believe me it wasn't my singing that catapulted me to 15-minutes of stardom..it was something else...shhhh!

flipping the pages of the eternal book...you saw Maria Clara...or was it Tandang Sora?

My Lab Duke is so popular even Paris endorses his new barking album...bark bark bark!

Victoria's Pick for BFFs of the Year: Dee, Kofikrumble, and Burrito!

I told you I am a superstar in Tokyo.....

see? even Giselle chose to wear my face!

Channel Surfing

I was sick last week end so I was compelled to sit in front of the TV. They say that watching too much TV causes obesity but who cares it's a rare opportunity considering that I've been working my ass for only-God-knows-how-long. But it seems that being catatonic with the remote control on your hand is not that bad after all because I've learned that.....

• Malaysia was once called Malay. It was only after Singapore became a part of Malay that the name was changed to Malaysia (they took the SI from Singapore). Prior to that Singapore was a British Colony.
  
• There are 30 muscles that make up a cat's ear which allows them to move their ear up to 180 degrees. They have extra sensitive auditory nerve that has 30,000 more nerve endings than yours.
  
• There are actually people who have dedicated their lives and profession to time travel. They are determined to break the time-space continuum with high hopes that someday we can be at both places at the same time.
  
• The light from the sun that I see each time I look up to the sky is actually the light that was emitted by the sun 8 seconds ago.
  
• It takes 7 weeks to process and ferment a Belgian beer.
  
• Taylor Swift is hotter in brunette but I still like her nerdy yet sweet look in You Belong to Me.
  

Another Day in Someone else's Uterus; Another minute in my twisted brain

• It's August and I'm proud to say the pre-August Syndrome is now weaning off.On it's final stage actually.
• Today, we've learned that Reyn is preggers (again!). The long wait is finally over! Hope it's a boy. They'll give him a perfectly out-of-context nick like BMW perhaps? Ah! This is just one of the few reasons why having been blessed with less creative parents rocks! Kidding :) Kudos to you guys!
• Well, it seems that the place where I work is a fertile ground indeed. Momzie Babette is also preggers (again!...[louder this time]) after giving birth to a beautiful baby boy which they named, as I suggested, as Josh Benedikt. Better think of a good name for this one...just in case they'll need my help on the nomenclature part.
  
• Another preggers news: My sister MJ is...yes you're right pregnant and we hope that's it's a boy. Haven't thought of a name for their baby but I assume it has to start with an "A". Name of her two extremely adorable kids: Annika and Allyzza. Think. Think. Think.
  
• Last preggers news (promise!): Eah is preggers. Now that's a rather archaic news...which made me think that it shouldn't be classified as news but...lemme see...a history-in-the-making I guess. She'll be due this September. It's a girl and she made me chose between Nichole and Hannah. I picked Hannah. This has nothing to do with Miley OK?
• I don't exactly know why these moms and mom-to-be find some sort of refuge under the shade of my clouded ability to conceive funny-sounding yet sophisticated names for their off springs but I have been THE perfect go-to person for these lactating moms.
  
• Adjunct to the above-mentioned phenomenon, Nay Adora, a co-worker as well, named his 4 -month old son Joshia Andrei (got the Joshia from Mami Ched and Andrei from...who else could that be...moi!).
  
• I'm planning to learn (for the nth time) how to strum my favorite OPM song - Alipin by Shamrock. But then again I realized that I have been planning for a year or so yet nothing productive happened. Never had the time and the patience. Excuses...Excuses. Reminds me of Rico Blanco's Antukin..."Kung gusto may paraan kung ayaw parating may dahilan."
  
• It was after I watched a feature from National Geographic (My Music Brain) where they studied cerebral perfusion-wise the brains of some famous musicians, Sting in particular, that I had this immediate urge to learn how to play the guitar. The said study showed that those who play one or more musical instruments tend to have better memory retention capabilities than those who never play anything at all. Does playing a multi-colored xylophone back when you were like 4 or 5 count? If not, then that's a very sad news for me. Never played anything in my life. Well, that explains my not-so-sharp memory. Or could it be the amyloid beta? Let's just hope for the better.
  
• Do you know that the nearest star to Earth except for the Sun of course is the Centauri? Yeah I bet you got that one right. But which Centauri? There's like three of them. They said it was the Alpha Centauri which is approximately 4.37 (forgot the exact digit but I think this is it) light-years away from the Earth. Alpha Centauri is a binary star (actually it's a triple star) which means that there's 2 (nah 3)of them - Alpha Centurai A and B (and C)- but they look like a single star to the naked eye. Recent studies showed that the rather dimmer Proxima Centauri or Alpha Centauri C is closer to Earth at 4.22 light-years (hope I got this one right this time...crossing my fingers now). So that makes Proxima Centauri the nearest star to Earth except for the Sun....Brainiac!
• You're probably wondering why in the Earth I mentioned the Centauri in this discussion. I happen to bump into my Science teacher back in my Elementary years (don't ask the exact year...believe me it was like long ago...like Triassic Period long ago). Anyway, she was the one responsible for feeding me with such geeky infos which include not only the Centauri but also involved some nice-to-know facts like the Ayers rock in Australia (hope I got this one....crossing my fingers...remember I don't play any musical instrument at all!). Then there was Irene who posted a comment about stargazing on my Facebook note. Not a violent one but it pushed me to reminisce those brainiac years. Awesome!
• Speaking of Ayers Rock or Uluru as it popularly called in central Australia (now I remember...Eli Buendia's Ligaya helped a lot...swear!) is a sandstone rock formation which is known to change colors. It was postulated that such change in color depends mainly on the kind of light on different times of day or year. That's the only thing I remembered about Ayers Rock. I'm not going to compete in Jeopardy! or Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? so I have the excuse to know less.
  
• An intern once told me that there's a seat of hope somewhere in the brain (theytraced it to Brodmann's area 8 - frontal eye fields or the Guenon). Don't ask who the hell is Brodmann because I can't tell you anything except that he had this thing for brain mapping and out of perhaps boredom assigned numbers to different gyrus and sulcus according to their function. Wonder if he studied his own brain for this one. Whatcha think?Gyrus and sulcus are by the way the hills and valleys of your brain. A single gyri looks like what Dr. Lecter ate at the latter part of Hannibal in the plane which he shared with the curious boy). Enough of Lecter lecture Janice! Go back to planet Earth!
• If there's a seat of hope then there's the Reward and Punishment Center. Amazing huh?! The Reward Center has been mapped to an area called Islands of Calleja (No you can't find this in Guyton!), named after a Spanish doctor. It is located within the temporal lobe and is still a part of the limbic system. The Punishment Center, on the other hand, is located near the Aqueduct of Sylvius, also a part of the Limbic System. If you found yourself confused and if these words sound foreign to you, you may now turn your computer off. Otherwise, you'll experience cerebral combustion. Hurry before it's too late!
  
• Ever had a hard time trying to avoid someone but they still pester you with their Hellos when you're with your boyfriend in a public place? Worry no more! I have found a perfect excuse for that. Just pretend you don't remember them at all and tell them you have either apperceptive or associative prosopagnosia but never try the developmental prosopagnosia spiel because unlike the previous two which can be secondary to a brain damage developmental prosopagnosia is congenital!
  
• Dizzy? Nauseated? That's normal. Now your brain is half-baked. Perfect for Dr. Lecter's welcome party. Now go and prepare your lobes to be devoured!
  

Last time I checked....

• I'm single and very much available.
• I despise pineapples on pizza and on any other dishes (it complicates the taste).
• I don't like hot beverages.
• I love teas! Especially the green one.
• I'm writing for a local magazine.
• I'm 27 (which makes me ancient).
• I prefer flip flops over stilettos. They're comfy!
• I a little picky when it comes to men. Remember it's my child's other 23 chromosomes if I get lucky! So pick a good one!
• I talk to myself when I'm pissed.
  
• I hate men who stares at my "assets" a lot and talk about them like forever.
• Zafra is my religion.
• J.D. Salinger is one of my faves.
• I don't like Harry Potter. He never seem to grow even an inch.
  
• I never read/watched Twilight. Too much cheesiness will send me into coma.
• I love Apple juice, apple pie, apple strudel with cinnamon.
• Love Victoria's Secret!
• Lost 15 lbs in the last couple of months but gained 5 lbs (thanks to the one who feeds me every 30 mins or so).
• I discovered that Megan Fox has these oddly-shaped nails which are not too hot!
• I would choose lip gloss and loose powder over heavy make ups.
• I am into blogging and reading other people's blog.
• I can be a good shrink...really.
  
• I don't watch Filipino movies but i want to see some indie films.
  
• I'm into taking online quizzes right now. Just to burn some time off.
  
• I'm a Gemini which gives me an excuse to be a bipolar. The perks of the duality!
• I'm sweet. I know I am.
  

Me in Text

I was near downing with a boredom that was never before felt by anyone ( of course I'm just exaggerating) when I found a series of online quizzes which made my day worthwhile...and this is just one of the few reasons why I stay online for a very long time :p

Take this one for example. It's like me in text. Sometimes it scares me that your whole personality can be summed up to some random words that can be pretty lethal but quite true about you anyway....and here's some:

The Week of Freedom: Gemini 1 May 25 - June 2

You can’t stand restrictions and aim to keep your freedom at all costs. You believe there is a wrong way and a right way of doing things and will stick up for what you believe in. One of your strongest weapons is laughter or ridicule which you do not hesitate to pull out of your formidable verbal arsenal. But you are forgiving and tend to give second chances and will not quit valuable relationships easily. You are a high speed player who gets annoyed with slow responses, you are bright, perky and alert, but can come off abrasive. You tend to get stressed easily and lash out with irony or sarcasm. You have quick impulses and a fertile imagination and are constantly dreaming up new plans or schemes – but sometimes you tend to forget pressing matters such as paying the bills. In your lifetime you may leave enough unfinished projects to occupy a dozen people and not meaning to you often break promises. You are emotionally volatile and not at all shy about verbalizing your discontent in fact you can become a constant complainer. You are a loyal partner but tire of routine and often need a change of scene. You are not above emotional manipulation and turn on the charm when you want to get your way. You have a high sex appeal and few can resist your charm. Strengths: Witty – Charismatic – Technically Gifted Weaknesses: Tyrannical – Manipulative – Complaining. (uhuh?!....perfect!)

One Hell of a Ride!

I was with Noy Noy and April last night. We decided to catch some testosterone-filled flick after an erratic week at work. What else can bring out all the testosterone in you than gigantic robots fighting each other and some really hot chick that can make you drool right there and then? Yes Transformers: The Revenge of the Fallen it is!

Amidst the heightened gastronomic delight that I was on with my favorite apple-raisin-cinnamon strudel (some people prefer popcorn and chips I or should I say we on the other hand beg to differ!), we noticed something odd about the movie...and here's our conversation:

Me: Are we in a wrong room? Cuz I feel like we're watching Apocalypto (this is at the prologue of the movie where ancient people...oh I hate that word!...were running in their painted bodies as they were clasping some spears as if they're going to a pre-civilization war or something).

But as soon as Her Royal Hotness lit up the screen, I was relieved. Yes this is indeed Transformers. I felt like my dormant other Y chromosome was just awakened by the sight of her. Whew!

Noy: Is that party within the campus? Of course, It's a movie!....what are you doing? Megan Fox is waiting (for their online date)! You just made her cry. I'll kill you (men...men..men).

Prior to that...

Me: Ah! The Law of Conservation of Energy. Is it Newton's? I think not. Sounds like Einstein's Relativity Theory.

April: Hahaha! Physics? Miss Sulleza will be proud of you.

Me: (on the scene where they have aircraft carriers all over the screen where some freaky-looking robots plunged into the ocean to check on Megatron). Look there's Davy Jones! Is this Pirates of the Caribbean? Where's Jack Sparrow?!

Noy: They should have thrown him (Megatron) down near the Philippines. It's the second deepest right? (Is he referring to the Philippine Deep? I don't get him sometimes but who cares? It's nice to know that there are some breathing A people around).

Later....

April: Now this is something like National Treasure. They're going around looking for signs.

Me: Or Angels and Demons!

Noy: Haven't seen the phones they're using in the movie yet.

April: It's because they transform!

Me: This is now The Mummy (the scene in Egypt).

Before that....

April: Where the hell they get those bandages? (wrapped on Sam's left hand).

Me: They teleported with a first aid kit!

April: Now they do have flashlights. Each one of them.

Me: They brought that one too!

Near the conclusion of the movie....

Me: Have you seen her nails? It's awful!

April: (after a few seconds when Megan flashed her Frenched-tipped nails which fortunately survived the mechanical holocaust) Yes you're right!

Noy: How did you manage to see that?! (looks puzzled)

The credits are now showing on screen.

Me: I told ya it's Michael Bay.

Noy: And they also have George Lucas?! (as a producer)

Me: It's not cheap to make all those cars and jets transform you gotta have $$$$...lots of 'em!

The Verdict:

The movie was like a collage of all the movies I've seen. It's like an expensive Scary Movie. It's a movie consists of several movies where there are more robots than humans. So this is what happens when machines dominate the world...pretty scary! Glad Megan was there to keep us all entertained. She did a great job...just some minor flaws with the nails though.

More paranoia coming up...

I received a text message from my ed last night while I was in the middle of my 3-hour self-imposed peril. To make the former statement comprehensible to all. I was at the gym for my 3-hour program despite the fact that I was on the verge of bursting into tears while trying to grasp some extra air as I carefully execute the hardest of all exercises in my program - the declined abdominal crunches - and did I mention that I was having...no make that...I still have that DOMS (delayed-onset muscle soreness). Phew! I can feel my muscles go wacko! I can't even breathe without feeling that excruciating pain that makes me swear not to eat fatty and carbo-packed foods again.

Going back, I received a text message from my ed. She was asking if what's my favorite charity and I went like uhmmmm....(like a total moron). Finally, I replied: "I was once a member (not technically since I never received an ID from them) of Greenpeace Southeast Asia. I'm not involved with any charity or any specific organization right now but I would love to join the kind that helps special children." Before that, I can hear me and my other self having a heated argument inside my head. The first one wants to join an organization for cancer patients because as she rationalizes it, my mom died of cancer but then the other me kept on saying "You have a better potential helping children with special needs because you once were special. Actually, you still are. You just don't realize it. People just don't realize it because you seem normal to them but deep down you still possess those autistic traits which are only evident when you're reading or writing that's why people...." End of discussion. I smashed the formidable duo before they can say another word and start a nuclear holocaust that would extinguish all life forms.

But the charity text wasn't the end...just this morning, I received another message from my ed. She wants me to write the cover story for the August ish. First there was the 3-page centerfold which I coined as "unfamiliar territory" and then a cover story! Whew! The last one caused me a week long insomnia. This one I guess will definitely obliterate REM (not the band! rapid-eye-movement...if you're a sleepy head, I'm pretty sure you didn't miss this one) from my system. But as a part of my masochistic act, I said yes to my ed.

Cookin' another online-haven

I've been in an insomniac state for a week now. I don't exactly know why. Perhaps it's my hormones messing up with me again. They always do that. Not a very unusual happening for me. And so I was there, trying to count sheep, bears, ants and who-knows-what-else just to keep my mind away from the hustle and bustle of my wonderfully chaotic life when a brilliant idea (I'm not sure if it's really brilliant but hey I just need a positive adjective to lighten up my depressive mood) - Why not create an online notebook that would contain almost anything about my profession? It's like an online notebook. Hence, I dubbed it as my online PT notes click here to browse ---> myonlineptnotes.

It's not much. Well actually it's still empty at this point but I am gathering everything that I can recall from my 5 years of dedication (uh...I think that's not the right word) to my studies (now I'm laughing really hard). As to why in the world did I concoct such idea? The answer is still hazy. But I must admit that I was drawn to the peculiarity of the idea. Nah! Here's the real deal...I just want my students to pick a little of my not-so-brainy brain and to...say...immortalize my notebooks which I discovered just recently that the pages transformed from a pristine white ecru.

Contributors Page Dilemma

I received a text message from my ed today. We were asked to write something for the contributors page. It's more of describe-you-self-in-90-words kind of thing. Well this is what Miss Jane Doe has to say about her erratic self:

A rabid Zafra follower and a self-confessed Victoria’s Secret aficionado, Janice is a physiotherapist by profession and a blogger by heart. Although she’s been into the media circle since she worked for The News Today as a desk editor and as a writer for the 2007 Iloilo Yearbook, she admits that writing for this month’s home feature (Touched to Perfection) is one of the toughest assignments she ever had. “I haven’t written anything about homes because I don’t exactly know what to do but I took the opportunity anyway. I like challenging myself. Plus I’m excited to be reunited with my TNT family!” says Janice who has been blogging ever since she went into sabbatical writing-wise.

As if I really know how to write about homes.....whatever!

The vid that would send Lady Gaga into hiding. Exclusive!

This one is an amateur vid of my intoxicated unica hija (my intern). Lady Gaga will definitely go gaga over this one. Have fun!

Hope the Ed won't kill me

I just emailed my contribution for the July ish of Mezzo. I'm not sure if my ed will like it 'coz honestly, I think it sucks. Have I lost my writing prowess? Nah! 'Coz I have no writing prowess in the first place. lol! But I'm pretty sure I followed her instructions - no names and not more than 800 words. I kinda failed on the latter though 'coz all in all my article is made up of 830 words but I am confident that it will be less than 800 soon when my editor cuts all the crappy things I wrote. It'll probably end up with 300 words or less. Oh no! But it was the best that I can squeeze out from my almost atrophied brain. I haven't been writing for months..uhhh...make that years and coming up with a 3-page article on a glossy paper and perhaps on the centerfold is just too much for a wanna-be writer whose works are not worthy to be reckoned. I have to say that once again I'm exposing my meager reputation to the public to be whacked (again) by some critics. Criticism is good right? But the thought of being a subject of public scrutiny is technically debilitating. Believe me you don't want to go out on the streets again after being whacked it's as if you're walking naked with grade 4 decubitus ulcer on almost every bony prominences. It's painful. It stinks and most of all it makes you invisible in a not-so-good way.

But hey! too late for all those egocentric concerns. I'll just have to wait for an email from my ed which says: Rewrite everything or change this one or find a better title...or worst - YOU'RE FIRED!