silly thoughts

i was waiting in line for something last saturday and i was seated beside a couple while waiting for my turn. a few feet from us, a fortuner was displayed with the back turned to us. the wife got out of her seat and walked around the car. when she got back to her seat, she told her husband, "may diesel pala yung fortuner." to which the husband replied, "gas yan." the wife asked, "how did you know?" the husband answered, "ayan o, may g sa likod so gas yan."

what????

i tried my best not to laugh. it was really hard. i just bowed my head, smiled, took my ipod out, increased the volume to keep myself from laughing from the conversation that just happened.

i love the movie. i can’t stop saying i love the movie. i didn’t like christian bale that much in the first batman movie but after seeing this one, i love him already. he’s great. i just don’t understand why he had to change his voice when wearing the costume. was the mask not enough to hide his true identity? the glasses and the bangs worked for superman, the mask should do more than it’s purpose for batman. anyway, i just don’t remember the other batmans changing their voice when wearing the costume.

back to the movie, i love it because it’s a serious movie. the serious but interesting type and not the serious but boring one. i love the description for batman as incorruptible. with the money and "power" he has, it’s hard to be incorruptible. actually, i think he became a bit corrupt when he had that device using sonar invented, even if he had it destroyed immediately after using it. the end doesn’t justify the means right?

i also loved how the filmmakers portrayed children as innocent. by the end of the movie when batman was escaping the authorities, gordon’s son asked why they were chasing him when he didn’t do anything in return. i hate how once we became adults, we suddenly make simple things complicated. unlike with a child, everything’s just black and white, and life was just easy.

i love action movies but this one is brutal. i also found myself covering my eyes during some parts of the movie. haha, i know. it’s so childish. i think i’m not really a good person to see a movie with because i become animated while watching. i remember shouting in surprise when the lamborghini was hit. it was such a nice car. i’m not really into sports cars but seeing christian bale drive that car was really cool, so i like sports cars now because of him. haha.

i can’t accept that this is heath ledger’s last movie. when news about his death came out, i was devastated. i found it hard to accept. he had such a bright future in the industry. i refuse to remember him as joker. i want to remember him as the sweet guy with the marching band in 10 things about you or the knight who wanted to change his stars in a knight’s tale.

a good friend told me that you stop being hopeful and optimistic about life once you start working. yes, you become excited with your first job because you’re being paid, thinking that you can buy the things that you want. after a few months, life’s harsh realities will hit you and then you stop being "naive." when my friend told me about this, i told him i refuse to believe that. i refuse to believe that work somehow comes out as a negative force in life.

i’m not overly optimistic about work. i’ve had my share of bad days at work but i like what i’m doing right now.  while eating dinner earlier, my mom asked me if i like my job so far. i told her i like it. i don’t have the feeling of quitting work as soon as i can, unlike what my friends experienced before with their first jobs.

i like action/adventure movies. i’m also into sci-fi movies, but if you combine the two, not a good idea. indiana jones is an "ok" movie, i just wished the extraterrestrial part of the movie was a different story line. it felt like seeing the forgotten, expecting it to be a drama, only to find out that aliens are involved. my mom said he likes the mummy movies more, and i agree with her. i’m a huge brendan fraser fan. speaking of which, there’s a new mummy movie. i’m kinda sad that rachel weisz is not reprising her role and jet li (not a fan at all of him) is in the movie. of course, i’m still going to see it even with unlikeable circumstances.

back to indiana jones, i’m also not a steven spielberg fan. i know that he’s really good at what he does but i’ve never seen a work of his that has moved me like how ron howard’s a beautiful mind or ridley scott’s black hawk down have moved me. oh well, i’m just looking forward to the new x-files movie.

last mother’s day, a certain mother was recognized at church because of the occasion. a tito, who gave a brief background about her, said that she religiously goes to church every sunday and that she only walks from her house to the church, sometimes alone, sometimes with a grandchild. she’s very old already and her house is really far from the church. it would probably take a good 30 minutes to walk from her house to the church. when she was called in front to say something, she was crying and said that every time she walks, she only prays to god to keep her away from any harm. she also said that she has many children but none of them wants to go with her, and i felt sad for her. why can’t one of her children go with her, up to at least by the gate of the church? that’s not too much to do for a mother right, as compared to everything she has done to raise a child? i get so frustrated when i hear stories like this, probably because of how i am to my mom. i love driving for her or doing errands for her. i’d do anything i can for her. i believe that once a child can stand on his own feet, he should be doing things for his parents already and not rely on them for anything anymore. i can only pray for the children, of this certain mom at church, to be hit on the head and get some sense out of the situation with their mother.

for the past seven weeks, work has been like school for me. i’d go to the office at 830 and leave at 5. we had lessons in the morning and in the afternoon. we had quizzes everyday, a final exam by the end of the training period, a sort of oral exam, and even a graduation. i took everything seriously even if half of me was saying not to. i worked hard during the training period because after taking my really long vacation, i felt like i was about to lose my drive to work well. i didn’t want to become complacent. i wanted to go back to the sandra who was working very hard in college. i thought that if i lose my "touch", it will be very hard to get it back.

graduation from training was last friday, and so i consider starting with my real work just last monday. while waiting for my dad in his office a while ago, i realized that i’ve only been working for four days but it felt like i’ve been doing my job forever. people say that time flies when you’re having fun. i hope i’m having fun with work. i hope i won’t get tired of doing what i do like some people in the office. like what my work and society teacher would say, i hope this is work well done:)

i recently reconnected with an old friend. we first met in miriam during fourth grade. i believe we were seatmates during the first day of class because we were seated alphabetically. we became instant friends. we’d be partners in all school activities and during breaks we would still be together. we would eat quickly so we could play patintero or agawan base with the remaining time. i absolutely loved spending time with her.

yesterday she e-mailed me because she learned that i’m in citi too. we scheduled a lunch date because it has been a very long time since we last talked. we’d see each other occasionally after high school but we’d just say hi to each other. when we went back to the office, she emailed me, thanking for lunch. i told her she hasn’t changed one bit. she’s still the same person i met back in fourth grade. i’m really happy we got the chance to be together again. she’s really a dear friend. everyone will feel blessed to have her as a friend:)

valentine’s day is still my second favorite event after christmas even if it didn’t start so well this year. a phone call by a friend woke me up at 8am. i answered it because the house helper didn’t tell my friend that i was still sleeping. my friend was asking me to go outside because he has something for me. i was like, are you kidding me? i just woke up and you want me to go outside? he was serious. i wasn’t happy with the request. i just pulled my hair up and didn’t bother changing from my pajamas. my friend gave me chocolates. i should be happy but i guess i woke up at the wrong side of the bed. i didn’t appreciate the gesture that much. after giving me chocolates, he asked if i wanted to have breakfast. i immediately answered no. who would want to eat when you just woke up and you’re all messy. haha. when i went inside the house, i got ready for malacañang. i was happy i was spending part of valentine’s day there. i was invited by a friend to attend the courtesy call of richard carpenter. it was my first time to go to malacañang. it was amazing. i finally saw the president (sorry guys, i really like her) and shook hands with the ignacio bunye. i really like them. i think they’re great.

when i was in high school, joseph estrada was the president and i really wished that he’s not the president when i graduate. my wish came true. during my junior year, edsa 2 happened.

anyway, back to my malacañang story, it was really amazing. people were singing along richard carpenter while he was playing the piano. the president even sang and of course, claire dela fuente sang. she was amazing too. the courtesy call was just quick and there was lunch in the garden after. people serving the food were really nice and cordial. it was really an amazing experience.

january 31 was a memorable day for me because i did something crazy. i agreed to be an extra in a music video. i immediately said yes to my friend because i wasn’t busy, i thought i should do something, and because i thought that it should be fun…and fun did happen. the shoot was in binondo, manila, which was an uncharted territory for me. whenever i’m in manila, i’m always with my dad. that was the first time i went to manila without him. i didn’t drive because i was scared of getting lost, of the traffic, and of driving back home in the middle of the night alone. i asked my friend to bring me to binondo and he also picked me up when the shoot was done. i’m forever grateful for the favor. i got to binondo at around 230pm but the shoot didn’t start until around 6pm, i think, at least for the part of the extras.

the location of the shoot was in a very old building. when my friend and i were finding the place, i had to call my friend’s tita to ask for directions. i also asked what the place looked like and she described it as dilapidated. the wood from the walls and the ceiling looked like it was falling apart. the building looked abandoned but there were offices in the other floors. i was surprised to see a functioning elevator in the building. i didn’t go around the location, unlike the other people, because i was scared that the floor will suddenly disintegrate and i’d fall. however, i thought that the building was the perfect location for the shoot. i’m surprised with how good the people in charge of the shoot was in finding a location.

it was also amazing when alexis and i met a friend of our economics teacher in miriam. the friend of our teacher was the stylist for the shoot. when she was fixing me up, i told myself she looks like our teacher and she talks like her too. i told alexis about it and she said that that was what she thought too. so when we got to talk to the stylist again, we told her about it and alexis asked her if by any chance, she knows our teacher, and the stylist said yes immediately. how cool is that? she said that they were orgmates in ateneo. i texted our teacher about it and she was amazed too with how we met her friend. she said that it’s a small world or the world is probably shrinking. haha. whenever i tell her that i’ve met a friend of hers, she always tells me that birds of the same feather flock together.

anyway, the shoot ended at around 1130pm. now that i think about it, we didn’t "work" that much. we "worked" for less than 8 hours but i was very tired at the end of the day. my legs and feet were killing me because of my killer shoes. i was taking my shoes off and changing to my flats in between takes. the people watching the shoot (makeup artists, yayas, production people) were telling us "ang hirap maging artista." it was very hot during that time because of all the lights so in between takes, the makeup artists or the yayas would hand out tissues to wipe off sweat from the face.

participating in a shoot was quite an experience for me. i’m happy that i was able to experience it. it will be fun it happens again, but if it doesn’t, i’m glad i have memories of it. my friend who invited me to be an extra was saying after the shoot that our dream finally happened. she asked if that was really our dream. i told her it was our funny dream, one that we thought wouldn’t happen in our lifetime. we’re so funny. below are some pictures from the shoot:)

i have a lot of pet peeves but i guess i have 3 ultimate pet peeves. the first one concerns footwear. i don’t like seeing people taking off their shoes in public. i see this all the time, in the mall or in restaurants. i don’t know what i don’t like about it. i just really hate it. i guess that’s the reason it’s called a pet peeve. haha. however, if it’s within the confines of your house or your car, it’s ok with me. and i also understand it when people take off their shoes in the plane. it’s really hard to be comfortable in the plane and taking off your shoes is probably one way to feel comfortable.

my next pet peeve is about glasses (shades/eyeglasses). i don’t like people trying on my glasses. i really hate it when people do that because once they’ve tried it on the glasses take a different shape. it doesn’t fit me perfectly anymore. this is the same reason i don’t try other people’s glasses. i know you might say that it’s super "arte" of me. hey, it’s my pet peeve. haha.

my last pet peeve is about my hair. i don’t like other people touching my hair, except hair stylists, of course. i have a friend who always forgets this. he keeps touching my hair whenever he sees me and i always remind him about it and he always asks what’s with the hair. to which, i always reply, "it’s my hair, what do you care?" haha. but i like it when my dad strokes my hair:)