I Am The Walrus

I blame my father for the following:

1. Profuse sweating (really. A ten-minute walk soaks up all my clothes).

2. Huge feet. (I know of taller women with smaller feet than me).

3. Thinning head hair. (My dad is now almost completely bald. Pray for me…)

4. Contrary to item 3, LOTS of body hair. (My arms look like chewbaccca’s)

5. Oily face (No amount of oil-control whatever could control it).

But I also credit him for the following:

1. Nice, sturdy teeth (My dad is almost 60 and he still has a complete set of teeth. Apparently, it’s a Bicolano thing)

2. Height. (Hello there, little ones! How’s the weather down there! Heehee)

3. Interest in Politics (I remember last year we scoured Quezon City for the Chiz Escudero headquarters)

4. Friend Magnet. (I see this with him. His friends seek him out. They genuinely love his company. One friend even sponsored a trip to China. Attention friends! hahaha)

5. Cooking skills. (I don’t know why. My dad’s a better cook than my mom. Weird, ain’t it.)

It pretty much explains the me-ness of me.

1. I was getting ready for work yesterday and I hear Rhea Santos on Unang Balita going "Ipapalabas na ang pelikulang X-Files: I Want to Believe" and I came rushing out of my room with half-dried hair, shirt and jeans and no shoes. It’s on our local news, people. The X-files movie is really happening….

2. My friend also told me that he’s seen the trailer in the theaters. To quote Billy Connolly (one of the new characters in the film), "IT’S HERE!!!!"

3. Huge BUMMERRRRR that I COULD go to the states and watch one of the American Idol Live Tours but I CAN’T go to the states because (a) it’ll cost me at least a thousand dollars and (b) am I insane enough to travel to another country just to see a guy I like? (Uhm. Don’t answer that. Haha.)

4. My ex called me the day before his wedding asking if we can  have coffee. Is there a memo circulating around all the men in the world saying that they’re required to call their exes before they get married? Because this has happened to many of my friends. Alright boys, listen up. If you get the pre-wedding jitters, that’s what bachelor parties and porn sites are for. Your exes are too busy finding your replacements.

5. Cojie’s going back to school on Monday. I saw his classmates and he’s the tallest in the class. Lucky for them my son’s a sweetheart. (or so it seems hahaha).

6. I have two friends who can’t see eye to eye because of work stuff and it frustrates me because I understand both their sentiments. I just wish they’d put on gloves and get it over with.

7. I bought a dual watch to keep Manila time and Los Angeles time. You don’t want to ask why I do that because it’ll make me sound like a loser.  (See item 3 for clues)

8. There are three books under my pillow that I haven’t finished reading because I spend way too much time on the internet hahahaha

9. I’m buying Cojie a dress closet today and I’m psyched! New furniture! Hurray!

10. I’m waiting for a text from Enchanted Kingdom today. Only GMA people know why. Haha.

A friend blogged about me. How awesome is that??? http://afafilife.blogs.friendster.com/a_fafi_life/2008/06/positivity.html

She called me annoying but it ended on a high note so it’s all good.

How have I been annoying? Simple. Just staying positive.

There’s something very romantic and mysterious about anger and sadness and bitterness and their by-products, envy and jealousy. The best characters in books and in movies have been about very angry people. The best artists and scientists have been deeply disturbed individuals, some to the point of ending their own lives.

In fact, I haven’t written a good solid prose in about a year. There was a full year when all I could do was write. And everyting I wrote about were very bitter encounters, recollections of heartaches, dialogues with people I never got to say but have been dying to say. And based on my very limited fan-base, I wrote quite well.

I kind of turned off that anger about a year ago. I just embraced everything in my life, became more thankful, more prayerful. If two events, for example, happened at the same day: Event A - my boss scolds the crap out of me in front of forty other people in our department; and Event B - I bump into an old friend in the mall, I will choose to celebrate Event B and just file away Event A. When in the past, even if somebody gave me a million dollars the same day my boss screams at me, I wouldn’t care.

What’s my point? My point is dark feelings make for awesome fiction. And I dare say they belong there. Harboring dark feelings everyday will get you nowhere.

Scratch that. It will get you somewhere. At the nearest McDonald’s making you order large fries and a coke float just to make you feel better.

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In relation to my theory on positivity, I have also come to embrace Cheap Thrills —- small, often pathetic perks of life that usually involve Hollywood, the TV set and the internet.

For example, I have not had those heartbreaking feelings of loneliness because I’m too busy with the following:

1. Checking up everyday on latest X-files news, like if David or Gillian (who is pregnant!) have sat on Leno’s/Conan’s/Letterman’s couch

2. Checking up on Prison Break news and the return of Dr. Sara Tancredi who was supposed to have had her head chopped off but is apparently alive. (And you thought only GMA can give you crap like that).

3. Checking up on American Idol’s Michael Johns on youtube, the MJ forums and his fan sites on the upcoming Idol Tour. The man is on my phone, my PC, my media player, my thoughts. He serenades me whenever I want to and he performs on youtube anytime of the day. God bless the internet.

You can call me pathetic but I’m definitely not sad.