I just finished watching 6 different episode of FRIENDS yesterday, starting with the pilot and the 2nd episodes on ETC at 7am, an episode from the 10th season on ABC 5, one from the 9th on ETC again and 2 episodes from the 6th (I think) on Star Workd. Can't get enough of the gang. now almost a year has passed since the finale. Anyway, while watching a rain-drenched Rachel burst into Central Perk I wondered...
1. If Rachel didn't ran away from the altar and still gotten married, FRIENDS could have been a tele-novela.
2. If the wedding was interrupted by a gun-toting Ross kidnaps her, It could have been an Action-drama.
3. If Rachel couldn't look straight at the altar and faints when the priest splashes them with Holy water, it is a horror-suspense show.
4. After exchanging I do's, the church doors burst open and the nave's flooded with a bright ligh. When the lights faded, the bride was abducted by aliens. It's a sci-fi and mystery program.
After wasting this much brain activity on something pointless, serves me right that I find myself late for work again.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
something else..
I can't believe the weekend's over! I haven't done anything significant, except cleaning my room or catalouging my collections. Besides that, I basically just stationed myself in front of the TV before my work schedule catch-up with me.
I chatted with my friend who's stationed in Thailand last night. I was really bummed out that I haven't got any news to tell him, because i haven't been going out with the gang lately. I have work was my reason as always. When he asked about my social life and guess what I answered with.. work. I told him that I'm gonna run out of work excuses someday and it scares me. I need a change of pace or anything. Something drastic.
I'm a little bit passive-aggressive. I do not really make the bold choices but the safe choices. I've always wondered how it would be like to just "grab a spoon" and to hell with what everyone says. I'm really thankful with what I have but I cannot always make the safe choices. I'll probably have that opportunity soon and pray I won't be afraid to make my decision.
I chatted with my friend who's stationed in Thailand last night. I was really bummed out that I haven't got any news to tell him, because i haven't been going out with the gang lately. I have work was my reason as always. When he asked about my social life and guess what I answered with.. work. I told him that I'm gonna run out of work excuses someday and it scares me. I need a change of pace or anything. Something drastic.
I'm a little bit passive-aggressive. I do not really make the bold choices but the safe choices. I've always wondered how it would be like to just "grab a spoon" and to hell with what everyone says. I'm really thankful with what I have but I cannot always make the safe choices. I'll probably have that opportunity soon and pray I won't be afraid to make my decision.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Reset
It’s that time of the year again. It’s the Holy Week break and I now have time to “organize” my things or simply put, clean my room. The 4-day weekend really gives me the time to sort, set or throw away stuff I’ve accumulated the past year. I have more reason now because my stuff was thrown around when the firefighters was putting out the flames a few weeks ago. I hope I will have enough time to complete the things I’ve set out to do this time, even if I have to put up with some OC tendencies when it comes to my junk.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Close call…
The moment the 2 missed calls warning flashing in my cellphone, I knew something was wrong. It was my Mom and my sister trying to call me. I tried calling but no one was answering. I called the house, still no answer. Every minute that passed my anxiety grew. When I was able to contact my sister, she immediately gave me the news I dreaded to hear…
“Kuya, umuwi ka agad. Nasusunog yung kapitbahay natin sa likod.”
There are only a few things that I worry about and this was one of them. I worry about our house burning down and I’m away at work. On the taxi ride home I mumbled my prayers silently “Please God, let everything be alright.” Along the way I tried to see if the traffic signaled a large fire, which I’m praying it isn’t. The traffic was normal for the afternoon rush. Good. I looked for traces of smoke, there was none. Good, good. As the cab drew closer the traffic became heavier, bad, but the absence of smoke lessened my worries for the moment. I got off a couple of blocks away and from afar can already see the long stretch of fire engines at our street and the next. I walked as fast as I could and my neighbors are outside on our drenched street, some with their belongings and some cleaning the mess. The sight of our house intact was a relief amid the smell of burnt wood that was washed down. It’s 3:45 in the afternoon.
I entered to see my Mom and sister trying to make put away some of the mess. Our wet floor gave the impression that the firefighters fought the flames from our backyard, (and as I found out later, from our roof). I immediately went to our backyard and saw our neighbors’ damaged house. The entire 3rd floor was burned along with some of the 2nd floor. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that no one’s home when the fire started. The fire actually started from the house on a diagonal from ours. Subsequent nosing around led me to the news that an aircon “exploded” at around 3 in the afternoon.
I always dread when March comes around, it being “Fire-Awareness Month” (which was previously Fire Prevention Month). Whoever thought of institutionalizing the slogan should be “institutionalized”. I figure it’s like saying the Titanic was unsinkable.
I’m really thankful that the only damage we have is water-borne. Living in Manila has made me resilient to water. I can take on the floods anytime.
“Kuya, umuwi ka agad. Nasusunog yung kapitbahay natin sa likod.”
There are only a few things that I worry about and this was one of them. I worry about our house burning down and I’m away at work. On the taxi ride home I mumbled my prayers silently “Please God, let everything be alright.” Along the way I tried to see if the traffic signaled a large fire, which I’m praying it isn’t. The traffic was normal for the afternoon rush. Good. I looked for traces of smoke, there was none. Good, good. As the cab drew closer the traffic became heavier, bad, but the absence of smoke lessened my worries for the moment. I got off a couple of blocks away and from afar can already see the long stretch of fire engines at our street and the next. I walked as fast as I could and my neighbors are outside on our drenched street, some with their belongings and some cleaning the mess. The sight of our house intact was a relief amid the smell of burnt wood that was washed down. It’s 3:45 in the afternoon.
I entered to see my Mom and sister trying to make put away some of the mess. Our wet floor gave the impression that the firefighters fought the flames from our backyard, (and as I found out later, from our roof). I immediately went to our backyard and saw our neighbors’ damaged house. The entire 3rd floor was burned along with some of the 2nd floor. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that no one’s home when the fire started. The fire actually started from the house on a diagonal from ours. Subsequent nosing around led me to the news that an aircon “exploded” at around 3 in the afternoon.
I always dread when March comes around, it being “Fire-Awareness Month” (which was previously Fire Prevention Month). Whoever thought of institutionalizing the slogan should be “institutionalized”. I figure it’s like saying the Titanic was unsinkable.
I’m really thankful that the only damage we have is water-borne. Living in Manila has made me resilient to water. I can take on the floods anytime.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Wedding Poem by Carrie Bradshaw
His hello was the end of her endings,
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever,
His forever was as simple as her smile.
An ocean couldn’t prevent it.
A New York minute wouldn’t let it pass.
Does the universe decide for us,
Which love will fade and which will last.
He said she was what was missing.
She said she instantly new.
She was a question to be answered.
And his answer was “I do.”
*found this in the SATC coffee table book. Just wanna share it with everyone and anyone, especially 2 of my friends who'll be gettin' hitched later this year.
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever,
His forever was as simple as her smile.
An ocean couldn’t prevent it.
A New York minute wouldn’t let it pass.
Does the universe decide for us,
Which love will fade and which will last.
He said she was what was missing.
She said she instantly new.
She was a question to be answered.
And his answer was “I do.”
*found this in the SATC coffee table book. Just wanna share it with everyone and anyone, especially 2 of my friends who'll be gettin' hitched later this year.
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