Jim Carrey's Yes Man is playing on StarMovies and surprisingly it doesn't lift up my mood.
There were a few (small) events today that did not match my expectations and thus making me feel like I need distractions; I wanna get out for some quick ice cream. Some Cold Stone cheesecake ice cream with biscuit crumbs that will bring a well-deserved smile on my face. I don't know what's wrong exactly, though, I just felt something unsettling but I can't figure out what. This is driving me crazy.
Maybe it's because I had a two-day intensive office training that wore me out; but I had fun, surprisingly. It wasnt what i had in mind. So maybe the key here is to just smile and nod along with no expectation stamped on your forehead.
I had a good dinner with my friends on Friday night.
I think Jim Carrey is getting old, physically.
Now I'm just throwing out random stuff. Sometimes I wonder whether I am heading to the right direction. Everything-wise. But I guess that's part of the excitement, right? That intense feeling of not knowing whether you'll come on top or hit the wall ? I used to love that! Even though i hate uncertainty, i do love excitement.
Right. Before I bore you to tears, I'd better stop this now. I will post a much more meaningful stuff later on, I promise.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
seven deadly sins
What are those, again ? The seven deadly sins? Lust, Envy, Greed...I should have googled it first but I'm too lazy. So there you have it.
I think Hypocrisy (Hypocricy?) should be included as well. I'm scared of that word recently.
I'm scared of a lot of things recently. I'm scared of being left in the dark, of being kept in the harsh light, of being lied to, of lying, of being disappointed,....and to disappoint. Scared of knowing things I shouldn't have known about, of feelings I should not be familiar with, scared to forgot, scared to be forgotten, scared to leave footprints, scared to be left with other's footprints. I'm scared of smiling.
I'm scared of being scared all the time- for once I don't want to be careful in every tiny thing I do, I want to let go, I want to scream the most offensive language known to mankind but I know I can't. Not because I'm not allowed to but because I don't have that kind of bone in me. I don't want to think about other people's feelings all the time but I know I can't.
Heck, I get upset just seeing a forgotten pair of rusty children shoe lying motionless in the middle of the street. I can't kill flies. I can't stand not apologizing every minute of the day. Well not literally.
So yeah I don't know if it has anything to do with hypocrisy, or...guilt instead.
I'll post later.
I think Hypocrisy (Hypocricy?) should be included as well. I'm scared of that word recently.
I'm scared of a lot of things recently. I'm scared of being left in the dark, of being kept in the harsh light, of being lied to, of lying, of being disappointed,....and to disappoint. Scared of knowing things I shouldn't have known about, of feelings I should not be familiar with, scared to forgot, scared to be forgotten, scared to leave footprints, scared to be left with other's footprints. I'm scared of smiling.
I'm scared of being scared all the time- for once I don't want to be careful in every tiny thing I do, I want to let go, I want to scream the most offensive language known to mankind but I know I can't. Not because I'm not allowed to but because I don't have that kind of bone in me. I don't want to think about other people's feelings all the time but I know I can't.
Heck, I get upset just seeing a forgotten pair of rusty children shoe lying motionless in the middle of the street. I can't kill flies. I can't stand not apologizing every minute of the day. Well not literally.
So yeah I don't know if it has anything to do with hypocrisy, or...guilt instead.
I'll post later.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The second, and final, part of my treasured trip
Okay, I know I planned to create a day-by-day, illustrated postings on my Bangkok trip. But if you're really close with me, you know how my mind changes as often as....I don't know. Just very often.
I'm not good with words.
In a nutshell, the trip lasted six days and one-day transit in KL. Yes, we visited the temples, the Chaopraya river, all the cheap night bazaars, ate mango sticky rice, bought fake Havianas, stayed in Khao San Road where all the tourists and backpackers blended in, almost went broke due to CIMB Niaga's stupidity to NOT be connected with their Thailand branches, made friends with Morrocan and American backpackers, sang 'The Scientist' out loud with hundred other backpackers in Khao San, went to the zoo, played with a baby elephant, got lost in a secluded village, interacted with Thai people with words that didnt have any meaning, took pictures with cafe musicians, rushed my friend to the hospital due to a minor accident,...
You know, the usual stuff you do when you go abroad.
I don't know if you read this, you three crazy ladies, but you are by far my best travel partners and I cannot thank you enough for the week-full laughter we shared. I know that anyone can go to Bangkok. Anyone can also go to there with their best friends; it's not a huge deal. But to go with three bestfriends with so many different personalities that never fails to crack me up until my stomach literally hurts and with the list of 'normal' activities I stated earlier, I know that this trip was one of a kind. At least for me.
(We did it, you guys, we really did get on that plane after all !!!! I still get misty everytime I look at our pictures. LET'S DO IT AGAIN! =P)
I'm not good with words.
In a nutshell, the trip lasted six days and one-day transit in KL. Yes, we visited the temples, the Chaopraya river, all the cheap night bazaars, ate mango sticky rice, bought fake Havianas, stayed in Khao San Road where all the tourists and backpackers blended in, almost went broke due to CIMB Niaga's stupidity to NOT be connected with their Thailand branches, made friends with Morrocan and American backpackers, sang 'The Scientist' out loud with hundred other backpackers in Khao San, went to the zoo, played with a baby elephant, got lost in a secluded village, interacted with Thai people with words that didnt have any meaning, took pictures with cafe musicians, rushed my friend to the hospital due to a minor accident,...
You know, the usual stuff you do when you go abroad.
I don't know if you read this, you three crazy ladies, but you are by far my best travel partners and I cannot thank you enough for the week-full laughter we shared. I know that anyone can go to Bangkok. Anyone can also go to there with their best friends; it's not a huge deal. But to go with three bestfriends with so many different personalities that never fails to crack me up until my stomach literally hurts and with the list of 'normal' activities I stated earlier, I know that this trip was one of a kind. At least for me.
(We did it, you guys, we really did get on that plane after all !!!! I still get misty everytime I look at our pictures. LET'S DO IT AGAIN! =P)
Monday, February 8, 2010
Day I, 24 Jan 2010
Okay so before I start this holiday/trip journal, let me explain to you that I did this insane week-long trip with my three bestfriends: Tantya, Nadya and Icha. I've known all of them since mid school except Icha, with whom I became inseparable with in high school. Despite our differences, we were all exactly alike: we like good laughter, mocking weird people, we like to travel, we were moody, we spoke whatever comes into our mind and we never get offended by it.
Which made them perfect for this budget trip.
Our flight to KL was at 6.30 am on Sunday, which was why I and Icha arrived at Soekarno-Hatta Airport at such an ungodly hour of five-thirty. And even by then, we were too late.
We were the last ones to check in, the Air Asia officer was screaming in our ears to hurry our butts up, the check-in lady was panicking as well, we haven't handled our fiscal/tax matters and that's not even the worst of it: my two other beloved friends hadn't arrived yet.
So witht he clock ticking, the gate closing and the man screaming, the four of us finally got together and ran --and I mean RAN-- here and there, left and right in the spacious airport, whizzing past people and officers with our passports and boarding passes in hand, dragging out suitcases and wishing like hell that the plane hadn't left without us.
It almost did, though. Add that with me being held back by the immigration officer as I forgot to fill in the card.
It took us a while to get strapped in our plane seatbelts, we looked sideways at eah other and at our tousled hair and frantic face and we laughed our butts off. Finally we were off for our very first holiday together !!! Until today, I cannot even begin to tell you how it felt when we touched down in Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Int'l Airport.
(No need to tell you how we waited in KL's LCCT terminal for five hours -ish, reading and eating and drinking whatever was around su as we were so bored. I even suggested to Tantya to play Amazing Race.)
We landed at around 6 p.m. Bangkok time and as agreed, we got picked up by Residence Rajtaevee Hotel's mini-van taxi. First imrpesison : Hello Thailand, Goodbye English. Forever.
We cruised down the highways pointing out buildings and brands we were familiar of and finally arrived in the hotel 45 minutes later, all knackered but roaring to explore. We checked in our family suite (two-bedroom with ktichen and living room: each Rp. 675,000 for three freakin nights) and decided to check out the superhuge Siam Paragon Mal, just a minute away from us.
Of cours,e being tourists and all, we decided to use the hotel's golf cart service that took us straight to the mall's entry :D It was already eight or nine-ish so we just wolfed down dinner at the basement foodcourt which was a lot like Senayan City's but much much bigger. And the desserts, don't even ask. I had drools all over them! I'll post pictures later!
After roaming the humongous mall (it includes Siam Discovery World and an IMAX cinema that's supposed to be the biggest cinema in town) we arrived back at the hotel at 10.45 p.m.. We'd also stacke dup on 7/11 located just in the corner of our hotel so we happily munched on chips and milk while soaking our tired feet in the bath tub, reminiscing today's insane hectic-ness.
We could't believe that we got there already, to freakin' Bangkok, couldn't believe that this plan that we've developed since 2009 has finally, finally, Thank God, come true.
That night we were exhausted but we still managed to laugh about silly nothingness-and fell asleep with a smile on our face.
Which made them perfect for this budget trip.
Our flight to KL was at 6.30 am on Sunday, which was why I and Icha arrived at Soekarno-Hatta Airport at such an ungodly hour of five-thirty. And even by then, we were too late.
We were the last ones to check in, the Air Asia officer was screaming in our ears to hurry our butts up, the check-in lady was panicking as well, we haven't handled our fiscal/tax matters and that's not even the worst of it: my two other beloved friends hadn't arrived yet.
So witht he clock ticking, the gate closing and the man screaming, the four of us finally got together and ran --and I mean RAN-- here and there, left and right in the spacious airport, whizzing past people and officers with our passports and boarding passes in hand, dragging out suitcases and wishing like hell that the plane hadn't left without us.
It almost did, though. Add that with me being held back by the immigration officer as I forgot to fill in the card.
It took us a while to get strapped in our plane seatbelts, we looked sideways at eah other and at our tousled hair and frantic face and we laughed our butts off. Finally we were off for our very first holiday together !!! Until today, I cannot even begin to tell you how it felt when we touched down in Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Int'l Airport.
(No need to tell you how we waited in KL's LCCT terminal for five hours -ish, reading and eating and drinking whatever was around su as we were so bored. I even suggested to Tantya to play Amazing Race.)
We landed at around 6 p.m. Bangkok time and as agreed, we got picked up by Residence Rajtaevee Hotel's mini-van taxi. First imrpesison : Hello Thailand, Goodbye English. Forever.
We cruised down the highways pointing out buildings and brands we were familiar of and finally arrived in the hotel 45 minutes later, all knackered but roaring to explore. We checked in our family suite (two-bedroom with ktichen and living room: each Rp. 675,000 for three freakin nights) and decided to check out the superhuge Siam Paragon Mal, just a minute away from us.
Of cours,e being tourists and all, we decided to use the hotel's golf cart service that took us straight to the mall's entry :D It was already eight or nine-ish so we just wolfed down dinner at the basement foodcourt which was a lot like Senayan City's but much much bigger. And the desserts, don't even ask. I had drools all over them! I'll post pictures later!
After roaming the humongous mall (it includes Siam Discovery World and an IMAX cinema that's supposed to be the biggest cinema in town) we arrived back at the hotel at 10.45 p.m.. We'd also stacke dup on 7/11 located just in the corner of our hotel so we happily munched on chips and milk while soaking our tired feet in the bath tub, reminiscing today's insane hectic-ness.
We could't believe that we got there already, to freakin' Bangkok, couldn't believe that this plan that we've developed since 2009 has finally, finally, Thank God, come true.
That night we were exhausted but we still managed to laugh about silly nothingness-and fell asleep with a smile on our face.
Monday, February 1, 2010
!!!
I will soon post the details of the best trip I've ever had in my life.
Soon. Very soon.
Still knackered and too much in joy. Sigh. I never want to go back here and face reality. Dramatic, but true. I love foreign countries.
Details soon.
Soon. Very soon.
Still knackered and too much in joy. Sigh. I never want to go back here and face reality. Dramatic, but true. I love foreign countries.
Details soon.
Monday, January 18, 2010
a routine that KILLS.
If she didn't swerve right to avoid the lady with a stroller, she would hit the beggar on the street.
If she ran the red light and marched straight instead, she would hit a fruit kiosk.
If she backed up her car a little, the VW behind her would honk angrily.
If she used her brother's motorbike to avoid getting into a car in the first place, her brother would be pissed.
If she decided to walk on foot, endless lines of vehicles will screech to a halt and honk in frustration as it is a highway.
If she decided not to get out of the house at all, she will not get any of her tasks done.
Even if she parked her car safely in front of the supermarket, looked left and right to see if she'd hurt somebody, and entered the market with a huge relief of breath, the car turns out to be blocking an ambulance carrying a woman in labor, trying to get by.
Another disappointed person, another day to live by.
The way she sees it, there are only two options left. The first one is to let out the emotions she's been holding for the past 100 years and breathe fire into the small, unimportant, ruthless, heartless, selfish people who had underestimated her all her life. Crash their cars, their soul, their minds. She had to turn right to avoid an old man walking with a stick--so what? Screw little ms.goody two shoes. She slammed the wheel right and smiled.
Oops, there's a pair of young couples walking hand in hand and too in love to see that a car was heading their way-not my fault, the woman shrugs. Another cry for help, another satisfied smile. She lit up a gas station just because SHE COULD. She throws rocks and stones to an elementary school just. because.she. could. Because she's had it with people walking all over her.
At least it's better than the other option. Which is trying to please everyone. Which is smiling and nodding solemnly and saying "I'm Fine" so often that it became a mantra for her. Which is agreeing with everyone's opinions while she wants to scream inside. Which is letting everyone walk all over her.
Letting someone walk all over you will eventually kill you, literally.
If she ran the red light and marched straight instead, she would hit a fruit kiosk.
If she backed up her car a little, the VW behind her would honk angrily.
If she used her brother's motorbike to avoid getting into a car in the first place, her brother would be pissed.
If she decided to walk on foot, endless lines of vehicles will screech to a halt and honk in frustration as it is a highway.
If she decided not to get out of the house at all, she will not get any of her tasks done.
Even if she parked her car safely in front of the supermarket, looked left and right to see if she'd hurt somebody, and entered the market with a huge relief of breath, the car turns out to be blocking an ambulance carrying a woman in labor, trying to get by.
Another disappointed person, another day to live by.
The way she sees it, there are only two options left. The first one is to let out the emotions she's been holding for the past 100 years and breathe fire into the small, unimportant, ruthless, heartless, selfish people who had underestimated her all her life. Crash their cars, their soul, their minds. She had to turn right to avoid an old man walking with a stick--so what? Screw little ms.goody two shoes. She slammed the wheel right and smiled.
Oops, there's a pair of young couples walking hand in hand and too in love to see that a car was heading their way-not my fault, the woman shrugs. Another cry for help, another satisfied smile. She lit up a gas station just because SHE COULD. She throws rocks and stones to an elementary school just. because.she. could. Because she's had it with people walking all over her.
At least it's better than the other option. Which is trying to please everyone. Which is smiling and nodding solemnly and saying "I'm Fine" so often that it became a mantra for her. Which is agreeing with everyone's opinions while she wants to scream inside. Which is letting everyone walk all over her.
Letting someone walk all over you will eventually kill you, literally.
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