Why do some things feel so [not wrong, but] awkward?
Maybe deep inside I've always wanted a texbook love story - like the stuffs I've seen in movies or read about in books.
Not like this.
And then I keep on hoping there'll be another chance in the future, another day for me to start over again.
But the moment passed me by...
Now I'm waiting again for things to go my way.
Now I'm waiting for my fairy tale.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
Excuses
I want to believe that it doesn't really matter, being a really witty writer and all [bwahahaha! joke!], but I want my blog to have a really neat, cool layout. And I hate, hate how my blog looks like.
But you know how it goes, busy, yadda, yadda, so no time to tinker with the html.
Now my blog is pink. Not really my best color, but I hope it gives my blog a bit of a personality.
Or not.
But you know how it goes, busy, yadda, yadda, so no time to tinker with the html.
Now my blog is pink. Not really my best color, but I hope it gives my blog a bit of a personality.
Or not.
[Aaw...]
"Sometimes you have to put walls up around you...
But to see...
Not to keep people out...
But to see...
Who cares enough to break them down just to be with you..."
Top 5 On Friday - Week 107
Top 5 songs that make you hit the repeat button (songs that you can listen to over and over again).
The topic is kinda hard since the songs I listen to over and over again vary depending on my mood. I cheated a little and listed seven, but I tell you it’s still hard to narrow the list down to just seven! =)
The topic is kinda hard since the songs I listen to over and over again vary depending on my mood. I cheated a little and listed seven, but I tell you it’s still hard to narrow the list down to just seven! =)
- Upside Down [Two Minds Crack]
- Lost In You [Ash]
- Till I Hear It From You [Gin Blossoms]
- All I Want [Toad The Wet Sprocket]
- You Get What You Give [New Radicals]
- Mr. Brightside [The Killers]
- Fly [Jars of Clay]
Monday, January 15, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Die, LTO, Die! [Or, How I Barely Survived Applying For A Driver's License]
I took a one day leave last Tuesday to apply for a driver’s license. I was told that the processing will only take half a day but I figured I’ll take the whole day off so I don’t have to rush going back to the office.
It took me two fucking days to get my fucking license.
The first day was just so shitty. I went to LTO Tayuman around 9 in the morning, thinking how convenient it is to live close to the licensing center – and then the guard told me that slippers are not allowed inside [for the record, I was wearing jeans and flip flops from Petit Monde. Okay, I know it’s no Havaiannas, but I don’t think even Havaiannas are allowed]. So I went home to change into appropriate footwear. I rushed back to LTO and was on the line to submit the requirements when the stupid transformer exploded. In short, brown-out sa LTO. So I asked for other LTO licensing centers and I was told to go to LTO Kalookan.
I’d like to mention at this point of my story that I chose to do this [applying for driver’s license] the right way – meaning I won’t seek “assistance” from fixers and I won’t give “lagay” to the LTO officials. I never thought that doing something right can feel so fucking wrong.
And I also realized that the LTO office in Kalookan is a jungle of madness.
First sign of madness – I paid P50 for the medical exam, and all the “doctor” ever did was ask me if I wear contact lenses. He didn’t even take my blood pressure. Take note that his ‘clinic’ is located inside the LTO premises.
Second sign of madness – Reviewer for the written examinations were being sold in front of the center for ten bucks. I didn’t buy thinking that the information I needed will be discussed during lecture. Keep this information in mind since this has a bearing in my story later on.
Third sign of madness – A lot of the applicants were blatantly wearing slippers. Most guys are in shorts. Some were even wearing sleeveless shirts. Don’t you just love it that you’re the one who got caught when you do something wrong and everyone else gets away with it?
Fourth sign of madness – The person in charge of receiving the documents [and take note that the scope of his duties and responsibilities is to check if the applicants has all the required documents. I mean, how fucking difficult and time-consuming is that?!] told those who were in line to submit their documents to go back by 1pm due to lunch break. The time? 11:30 am.
So half of my day was gone with nothing to show for it.
I was in line at exactly 1pm but the clerk would not take our papers until he has called all those who were able to submit their papers before he declared his half an hour early lunch break to make them sign the logsheet. I can’t begin to describe how appalled and frustrated I am at the inefficient clerk [trust me, he will only get worse later]. After an eternity and a half, my papers were finally accepted and I was told to once again wait.
So I patiently waited to be called to sign the logsheet. I patiently waited to be called to have my picture taken. I patiently waited to be called to pay at the cashier’s window – a call that took a long time to come.
Fifth sign of madness – an hour had passed since my picture was taken and I’m yet to be called at the cashier’s window. Slightly impatient, I asked the cashier why I was not yet called. “System slow down”, the cashier tersely replied. Not entirely satisfied with the explanation but thinking that there’s really nothing I can do at the moment, I sat down to wait some more.
Sixth sign of madness – I couldn’t wait any longer. It’s almost 4 in the afternoon already, I haven’t paid anything, I haven’t sat down for the lecture, I haven’t taken the written and practical exam and there’s still a long line of people waiting for the releasing of their license. I went again to the cashier’s window to ask for the status of my application and she rudely told me to proceed back to inefficient clerk. So I went back to the first window and asked for the status of my application. The inefficient clerk just smiled stupidly and told me to wait more. Wrong answer! I told him I had been waiting since 1pm and it’s already 4pm and he told me “Ay, ganon talaga! Mag-aantay ka.” Tang-ina! Wrong answer lalo! I am just so mad and I was almost shouting when I said: “Anong ganon talaga?! Yung mga kasabay kong nagpa-picture kanina tinawag na sa lecture room ako nandito pa din!” and the idiot had the gall to tell me: “Sigurado ka?”. I can’t believe I dignified his idiocy by answering: “Sasabihin ko ba yun kung hindi?! Alas kwatro na kaya, and all I ever did was have my picture taken! Matatapos ko ba to?! Rata-ta-ta-tat!!!”. The other clerk noticed the racket I was making and approached the window to ask for my surname. I immediately gave it and was told that the processing was delayed because there was a problem with my application. I asked her what the problem was and she launched into a long winded explanation about my middle name being inputted wrongly and I had stopped listening then because that was the lamest and totally irrelevant excuse I ever heard and that would have been useful the first time I asked for the status and not at that moment when I am so, so sure that I had paid too much, once again, for their incompetency. So I sat back once again, pissed off, frustrated, and wondering what the hell I have done to deserve all these.
I feel like my application papers were being passed around the LTO with the note: check this stupid girl. She’s being ridiculously stupid for thinking that she can get by without “oiling our machines”. Make life hard for her so that she’ll learn her lesson next time. Well, of course, it’s just paranoid thinking [can you just imagine the LTO people wording a note the way I did?], but I’m really not in a good mood. What incense me all the more about these people is that they are inefficient and discourteous and the taxes I’m remitting to the government were being use to pay for them to be inefficient and discourteous! And they expect me to pay them lagay for them to function the way they should?! [they even had this slogan displayed prominently: Practice ABC: Always Be Courteous. Tae.]
You know what? As I was typing this, I can feel my blood boiling again.
Seventh sign of madness – After a few minutes, they finally called me at the cashier’s window. The cashier asked for a rounded off amount of the fee when the display clearly stated how much the fees are. I was too tired to ask her to give me a change [since she clearly has no intention of giving me any] and to compute how much she money she’s unduly receiving for not giving loose change to all the applicants. But yeah, shameless corruption.
Eighth sign of madness – I was finally in the lecture area. But after a few minutes, it became apparent that no lecture is about to take place. Well, the hell with the lecture, and the hell with not buying the 10-peso reviewer. I barged in the examination room and told the clerk I want to take the exam. I took the exam in a state of extreme frustration, fatigue and ignorance so I am not feeling confident at that moment. I was probably throwing away my chances of owning a driver’s license, but what the heck! After the events of that day, I lost the excitement I have for owning that piece of plastic.
After the exam, I called my mom and told her that I would just commute going home. I board a jeep that says “LRT Monumento” but got a jolt of panic when the ride stops somewhere that is clearly not within the viciniyt of the LRT and definitely not in Monumento. You just hand it to Luck for forsaking me big time that day. I decided to just go in the direction where most of the people are going.
While walking alone, pissed off and totally ignorant of the place, I had this mad urge to cry. The thing is, I haven’t cried for myself for a long time and how lame is it to be doing it again for the most babaw of reasons?! I hate myself for feeling that way, because I’m supposed to be this strong, independent person and I’m crying because I was lost. No, it’s more than that, I’m crying because I had been monumentally stupid that day and I realized how much I wanted to be with someone that day and I feel so alone and I hate myself for doing this to myself because I’m too proud to ask for help and because I don’t want to be disappointed when my plea for help gets rejected. [and yeah, I sounded like a whiny bitch in that last sentence.] I’m probably making a big deal out of what happened to me but I couldn’t help the way I feel. I couldn’t even ask for directions because I might just burst out crying. Thankfully, I get to where I’m supposed to go, I was able to restrain my emotions and I was able to go home safe and without any katarayan unjustly directed to other people.
The following day, I had to go back to the jungle.
Luckily, I passed the written examination. Unfortunately, the stupid office didn’t have any vehicle with an automatic transmission that I can use for my practical exam! How lame is that? So I had to call my mom [who dropped me by and were on their way to Mandaluyong] and ask if they can go back so that I can use our car for the practical. As if this act of getting a license has not bothered me enough. While waiting for the car, I had this sinking feeling that I might be the only applicant in this godforsaken place who actually took the practical exam. Not a really comforting idea, and the one who administered the practical exam is not making things any better. He’s a surly man who didn’t seem to relish going out to actually do his job! And I’m getting this vibes that he is only looking for lagay. Sorry, but I had gone this far without any help from fixers and/or government employees. Why should this time be any different? The result: they made me wait until afternoon to release my license. And they made me pay 20 bucks for the plastic license holder.
So, after two days, much swearing and shitload of frustrations, I finally have the fucking privilege of owning a fucking government issued driver’s license with my shitty picture on it. I should at least feel relief, but instead, I feel like I was punished for doing it right. If it’s any consolation, I have 2 years and 6 months to abuse my privilege.
Masama na kung masama, pero pagdating ng renewal ko, sa fixer ang takbo ko.
It took me two fucking days to get my fucking license.
The first day was just so shitty. I went to LTO Tayuman around 9 in the morning, thinking how convenient it is to live close to the licensing center – and then the guard told me that slippers are not allowed inside [for the record, I was wearing jeans and flip flops from Petit Monde. Okay, I know it’s no Havaiannas, but I don’t think even Havaiannas are allowed]. So I went home to change into appropriate footwear. I rushed back to LTO and was on the line to submit the requirements when the stupid transformer exploded. In short, brown-out sa LTO. So I asked for other LTO licensing centers and I was told to go to LTO Kalookan.
I’d like to mention at this point of my story that I chose to do this [applying for driver’s license] the right way – meaning I won’t seek “assistance” from fixers and I won’t give “lagay” to the LTO officials. I never thought that doing something right can feel so fucking wrong.
And I also realized that the LTO office in Kalookan is a jungle of madness.
First sign of madness – I paid P50 for the medical exam, and all the “doctor” ever did was ask me if I wear contact lenses. He didn’t even take my blood pressure. Take note that his ‘clinic’ is located inside the LTO premises.
Second sign of madness – Reviewer for the written examinations were being sold in front of the center for ten bucks. I didn’t buy thinking that the information I needed will be discussed during lecture. Keep this information in mind since this has a bearing in my story later on.
Third sign of madness – A lot of the applicants were blatantly wearing slippers. Most guys are in shorts. Some were even wearing sleeveless shirts. Don’t you just love it that you’re the one who got caught when you do something wrong and everyone else gets away with it?
Fourth sign of madness – The person in charge of receiving the documents [and take note that the scope of his duties and responsibilities is to check if the applicants has all the required documents. I mean, how fucking difficult and time-consuming is that?!] told those who were in line to submit their documents to go back by 1pm due to lunch break. The time? 11:30 am.
So half of my day was gone with nothing to show for it.
I was in line at exactly 1pm but the clerk would not take our papers until he has called all those who were able to submit their papers before he declared his half an hour early lunch break to make them sign the logsheet. I can’t begin to describe how appalled and frustrated I am at the inefficient clerk [trust me, he will only get worse later]. After an eternity and a half, my papers were finally accepted and I was told to once again wait.
So I patiently waited to be called to sign the logsheet. I patiently waited to be called to have my picture taken. I patiently waited to be called to pay at the cashier’s window – a call that took a long time to come.
Fifth sign of madness – an hour had passed since my picture was taken and I’m yet to be called at the cashier’s window. Slightly impatient, I asked the cashier why I was not yet called. “System slow down”, the cashier tersely replied. Not entirely satisfied with the explanation but thinking that there’s really nothing I can do at the moment, I sat down to wait some more.
Sixth sign of madness – I couldn’t wait any longer. It’s almost 4 in the afternoon already, I haven’t paid anything, I haven’t sat down for the lecture, I haven’t taken the written and practical exam and there’s still a long line of people waiting for the releasing of their license. I went again to the cashier’s window to ask for the status of my application and she rudely told me to proceed back to inefficient clerk. So I went back to the first window and asked for the status of my application. The inefficient clerk just smiled stupidly and told me to wait more. Wrong answer! I told him I had been waiting since 1pm and it’s already 4pm and he told me “Ay, ganon talaga! Mag-aantay ka.” Tang-ina! Wrong answer lalo! I am just so mad and I was almost shouting when I said: “Anong ganon talaga?! Yung mga kasabay kong nagpa-picture kanina tinawag na sa lecture room ako nandito pa din!” and the idiot had the gall to tell me: “Sigurado ka?”. I can’t believe I dignified his idiocy by answering: “Sasabihin ko ba yun kung hindi?! Alas kwatro na kaya, and all I ever did was have my picture taken! Matatapos ko ba to?! Rata-ta-ta-tat!!!”. The other clerk noticed the racket I was making and approached the window to ask for my surname. I immediately gave it and was told that the processing was delayed because there was a problem with my application. I asked her what the problem was and she launched into a long winded explanation about my middle name being inputted wrongly and I had stopped listening then because that was the lamest and totally irrelevant excuse I ever heard and that would have been useful the first time I asked for the status and not at that moment when I am so, so sure that I had paid too much, once again, for their incompetency. So I sat back once again, pissed off, frustrated, and wondering what the hell I have done to deserve all these.
I feel like my application papers were being passed around the LTO with the note: check this stupid girl. She’s being ridiculously stupid for thinking that she can get by without “oiling our machines”. Make life hard for her so that she’ll learn her lesson next time. Well, of course, it’s just paranoid thinking [can you just imagine the LTO people wording a note the way I did?], but I’m really not in a good mood. What incense me all the more about these people is that they are inefficient and discourteous and the taxes I’m remitting to the government were being use to pay for them to be inefficient and discourteous! And they expect me to pay them lagay for them to function the way they should?! [they even had this slogan displayed prominently: Practice ABC: Always Be Courteous. Tae.]
You know what? As I was typing this, I can feel my blood boiling again.
Seventh sign of madness – After a few minutes, they finally called me at the cashier’s window. The cashier asked for a rounded off amount of the fee when the display clearly stated how much the fees are. I was too tired to ask her to give me a change [since she clearly has no intention of giving me any] and to compute how much she money she’s unduly receiving for not giving loose change to all the applicants. But yeah, shameless corruption.
Eighth sign of madness – I was finally in the lecture area. But after a few minutes, it became apparent that no lecture is about to take place. Well, the hell with the lecture, and the hell with not buying the 10-peso reviewer. I barged in the examination room and told the clerk I want to take the exam. I took the exam in a state of extreme frustration, fatigue and ignorance so I am not feeling confident at that moment. I was probably throwing away my chances of owning a driver’s license, but what the heck! After the events of that day, I lost the excitement I have for owning that piece of plastic.
After the exam, I called my mom and told her that I would just commute going home. I board a jeep that says “LRT Monumento” but got a jolt of panic when the ride stops somewhere that is clearly not within the viciniyt of the LRT and definitely not in Monumento. You just hand it to Luck for forsaking me big time that day. I decided to just go in the direction where most of the people are going.
While walking alone, pissed off and totally ignorant of the place, I had this mad urge to cry. The thing is, I haven’t cried for myself for a long time and how lame is it to be doing it again for the most babaw of reasons?! I hate myself for feeling that way, because I’m supposed to be this strong, independent person and I’m crying because I was lost. No, it’s more than that, I’m crying because I had been monumentally stupid that day and I realized how much I wanted to be with someone that day and I feel so alone and I hate myself for doing this to myself because I’m too proud to ask for help and because I don’t want to be disappointed when my plea for help gets rejected. [and yeah, I sounded like a whiny bitch in that last sentence.] I’m probably making a big deal out of what happened to me but I couldn’t help the way I feel. I couldn’t even ask for directions because I might just burst out crying. Thankfully, I get to where I’m supposed to go, I was able to restrain my emotions and I was able to go home safe and without any katarayan unjustly directed to other people.
The following day, I had to go back to the jungle.
Luckily, I passed the written examination. Unfortunately, the stupid office didn’t have any vehicle with an automatic transmission that I can use for my practical exam! How lame is that? So I had to call my mom [who dropped me by and were on their way to Mandaluyong] and ask if they can go back so that I can use our car for the practical. As if this act of getting a license has not bothered me enough. While waiting for the car, I had this sinking feeling that I might be the only applicant in this godforsaken place who actually took the practical exam. Not a really comforting idea, and the one who administered the practical exam is not making things any better. He’s a surly man who didn’t seem to relish going out to actually do his job! And I’m getting this vibes that he is only looking for lagay. Sorry, but I had gone this far without any help from fixers and/or government employees. Why should this time be any different? The result: they made me wait until afternoon to release my license. And they made me pay 20 bucks for the plastic license holder.
So, after two days, much swearing and shitload of frustrations, I finally have the fucking privilege of owning a fucking government issued driver’s license with my shitty picture on it. I should at least feel relief, but instead, I feel like I was punished for doing it right. If it’s any consolation, I have 2 years and 6 months to abuse my privilege.
Masama na kung masama, pero pagdating ng renewal ko, sa fixer ang takbo ko.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Belated New Year's Meme
Copy and paste the first sentence from your first entry of each month this past year. What better way to sum up your year and make a countdown to '07!
[I used this blog and my friendster blog for reference. Isn't it nice to read through the posts of the previous year? =) ]
January - You'll notice that i revert back to my original blog title.
February - If you're a girl and you got the meaning of the above tagline for a lip balm commercial the first time you saw it, good for you.
March - Probably not.
April - It never ceases to amaze me how i can single-handedly make my very own life complicated.
May - I used to find it irritating when some people use all the different permutations of my name Jela or Jelaine when referring to me.
June - Freakin' FINALLY! watched X-Men: The Last Stand yesterday - and it was awesome, awesome, AWESOME!
July - I woke up to your kiss and the soft patter of rain against the roof.
August - Remember when I said that this is the longest period I had worn my hair long?
September - One of the songs with lyrics I had a hard time figuring out was Pearl Jam's Jeremy.
October - I really, really wanted to make a better entry for this, but my stupid job is keeping me busy and I have a massive headache right now.
November - After my seminar last Saturday, I decided to take the LRT-MRT route on the way home.
December - Yahoo! My baby’s plate is finally freakin’ available!
[I used this blog and my friendster blog for reference. Isn't it nice to read through the posts of the previous year? =) ]
January - You'll notice that i revert back to my original blog title.
February - If you're a girl and you got the meaning of the above tagline for a lip balm commercial the first time you saw it, good for you.
March - Probably not.
April - It never ceases to amaze me how i can single-handedly make my very own life complicated.
May - I used to find it irritating when some people use all the different permutations of my name Jela or Jelaine when referring to me.
June - Freakin' FINALLY! watched X-Men: The Last Stand yesterday - and it was awesome, awesome, AWESOME!
July - I woke up to your kiss and the soft patter of rain against the roof.
August - Remember when I said that this is the longest period I had worn my hair long?
September - One of the songs with lyrics I had a hard time figuring out was Pearl Jam's Jeremy.
October - I really, really wanted to make a better entry for this, but my stupid job is keeping me busy and I have a massive headache right now.
November - After my seminar last Saturday, I decided to take the LRT-MRT route on the way home.
December - Yahoo! My baby’s plate is finally freakin’ available!
Nothing Lasts Forever...
I hate breakups.
In fact, having gone through a painful breakup myself a million years ago, I hate breakups more when it happens to other people I know.
It’s just so hard to see someone going through a tough time and know exactly what they’re going through.
My officemate, who just broke up with her boyfriend, is currently crying and trying hard to disguise it. She can’t eat anything, the only thing she can take right now are alcohol and cigarettes. I don’t have to ask her to know that she hasn’t slept properly, if at all, and that she’s working hard to help take her mind off things.
It’s so easy to say to her that I know what she’s feeling but I can’t and I won’t, because I do know what she’s feeling and that the last thing she needs are empty words of comfort.
The shitty thing about it is that you know that there’s nothing you can really do about it. It’s the sort of experience that people, whether they like it or not, has to go through alone. And you know that the hurt is about to get worse – before things will get better.
I’m really not good at words of comfort and it’s hard to promise someone that she’ll be happy again soon when you know that she has to go through more pain before it happens. The only thing I can say is this:
Nothing lasts forever, and this, too, shall pass.
In fact, having gone through a painful breakup myself a million years ago, I hate breakups more when it happens to other people I know.
It’s just so hard to see someone going through a tough time and know exactly what they’re going through.
My officemate, who just broke up with her boyfriend, is currently crying and trying hard to disguise it. She can’t eat anything, the only thing she can take right now are alcohol and cigarettes. I don’t have to ask her to know that she hasn’t slept properly, if at all, and that she’s working hard to help take her mind off things.
It’s so easy to say to her that I know what she’s feeling but I can’t and I won’t, because I do know what she’s feeling and that the last thing she needs are empty words of comfort.
The shitty thing about it is that you know that there’s nothing you can really do about it. It’s the sort of experience that people, whether they like it or not, has to go through alone. And you know that the hurt is about to get worse – before things will get better.
I’m really not good at words of comfort and it’s hard to promise someone that she’ll be happy again soon when you know that she has to go through more pain before it happens. The only thing I can say is this:
Nothing lasts forever, and this, too, shall pass.
Friday's Feast 126
Appetizer
What comes to mind when you see the color orange?
Post-its? Hahaha. When the salesperson at Lacoste told me that orange is the “in” color for the year.
Soup
Did you ever get in trouble while you were in school? If so, what was it for?
Yes, for minor violations, mostly relating to prescribed uniform (not wearing of IDs, wearing slip-ons or sandals, and the ultimate “ribbon your piping” rule in hgh school).
There was also a time when the school guard told me and my then-boyfriend off for “loitering” in school. We believe that he thought mistakenly that we were doing something indecent and was just making up the violation to save face for being a dirty minded a-hole.
Salad
Which topping(s) make up your perfect pizza?
Loads and loads of cheese, pepperoni, pepper and mushrooms. But I have to say that the perfect crust makes the pizza, no matter what the toppings are.
Main Course
Do you believe in UFOs/aliens/etc.? Why or why not?
Put it this way – I believe that the universe is a big place and there’s no telling for sure what is really out there. I am not discounting the possibility that another form/s of life exists apart from the current inhabitants of our planet.
Dessert
What color is your bedspread/comforter/quilt?
Right now it’s a blue printed bedsheet. I also have a purple, orange and pink bedsheet. Not big on comforters/quilts since I live in a tropical country.
What comes to mind when you see the color orange?
Post-its? Hahaha. When the salesperson at Lacoste told me that orange is the “in” color for the year.
Soup
Did you ever get in trouble while you were in school? If so, what was it for?
Yes, for minor violations, mostly relating to prescribed uniform (not wearing of IDs, wearing slip-ons or sandals, and the ultimate “ribbon your piping” rule in hgh school).
There was also a time when the school guard told me and my then-boyfriend off for “loitering” in school. We believe that he thought mistakenly that we were doing something indecent and was just making up the violation to save face for being a dirty minded a-hole.
Salad
Which topping(s) make up your perfect pizza?
Loads and loads of cheese, pepperoni, pepper and mushrooms. But I have to say that the perfect crust makes the pizza, no matter what the toppings are.
Main Course
Do you believe in UFOs/aliens/etc.? Why or why not?
Put it this way – I believe that the universe is a big place and there’s no telling for sure what is really out there. I am not discounting the possibility that another form/s of life exists apart from the current inhabitants of our planet.
Dessert
What color is your bedspread/comforter/quilt?
Right now it’s a blue printed bedsheet. I also have a purple, orange and pink bedsheet. Not big on comforters/quilts since I live in a tropical country.
Top 5 On Friday - Week 106
Top 5 songs under 3 minutes long
Fill Her (Eraserheads) – I just realized, when I check my playlist, that Eraserheads has a lot of songs under 3 minutes. I chose this song, though, since it’s the first song that comes to mind. Eraserheads had a knack for putting “fillers” in their albums, and this filler (Fill Her – Filler. Get it?) is such a nice “how-I-wish-he-is-singing-this-song-for-me” song.
Five Years (Sugar Hiccup) – clocking at 2 minutes and 59 seconds, the only line in the song was "but he will never be back…". The singer spent the better part of the song just humming, but the build up to that single line was awesomely haunting.
She (Green Day) – great to listen to when you’re feeling angsty.
About A Girl (Nirvana) – Kurt Cobain is being romantic here. Really.
Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations) – what else? =D
Fill Her (Eraserheads) – I just realized, when I check my playlist, that Eraserheads has a lot of songs under 3 minutes. I chose this song, though, since it’s the first song that comes to mind. Eraserheads had a knack for putting “fillers” in their albums, and this filler (Fill Her – Filler. Get it?) is such a nice “how-I-wish-he-is-singing-this-song-for-me” song.
Five Years (Sugar Hiccup) – clocking at 2 minutes and 59 seconds, the only line in the song was "but he will never be back…". The singer spent the better part of the song just humming, but the build up to that single line was awesomely haunting.
She (Green Day) – great to listen to when you’re feeling angsty.
About A Girl (Nirvana) – Kurt Cobain is being romantic here. Really.
Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations) – what else? =D
Friday, January 5, 2007
Belated New Year's Post
In lieu of the usual New Year's Resolutions [which I don't even bother with in the first place], I present to you my New Year's Delusions:
- Stop swearing, even in my blogs, and even the euphemistic kind of swearing. It's just freakin' unladylike.
- In the same vein, be more ladylike.
- Stop buying books.
- Well, books are really good for the mind and soul. So scratch the last one and make it: stop buying post-its and note pads.
- Stop eating junk foods.
- Wear skirts regularly to work.
- Organize on a regular basis my
junkoffice files and workpapers. - Be friendly, charming and nice to everyone, including annoying officemates, annoying brothers, and annoying strangers.
- Aspire to maintain a regular, intelligent, highly useful and entertaining blog wherein I refrain from talking about myself, dispensing my opinions, and narrating the boring and nonsense happenings of my life.
- Add 3 inches to my height. This is the biggest delusion of them all. No, wait, the biggest delusion is my height. If you want to know why, ask me how tall I am.
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