Had to post something as it had been ages since my last entry. Although come to think of it, I've been killing myself these past days writing. Ironic.

Been thinking a lot about my friends lately. My friend, Pajero, who lives in CDO texted me several times but it took me awhile to answer. It's laziness and frugality combined. I didn't quite get his message though. He's supposed to be seeing this girl who's already off the market. I wanted to say "Ano na namang gulo yang pinasok mo!".

But I stopped in time. You know me, the pseudo-liberal chick who believes in individuality and personal happiness. As what Ms.Crow once said, if it makes you happy then it can't be that bad. Right? Right!!

Let life unfold and do not be the foolish schmuck standing in its way.

Can't believe I'm going back to work on Tuesday. The bank! The bank! The bank!That doesn't make me happy, does that mean its bad? Hah! The pay makes me happy so do your (and my) math.

Anyone read Shanghai Baby? Is it good? Please tell me. I was supposed to get a copy but swapped it with a SK book in the last minute.

Harry, Carrie, and Me

I recently came across an article in the internet about a reading for charity by J.K Rowling, Stephen King, and John Irving. It was entitled "An Evening with Harry, Carrie, and Garp". Each author read an excerpt from their popular books. I guess you know booked matched to which author.

As JK and Mr.King are two of my favorite authors, I felt this sudden pang that I couldn't be there to listen to them. I love the Harry Potter series. I've read and re-read every installment and I'm just dying to get to Book 7 (hopefully none of my beloved characters will die). It's kind of funny because I read (in the same article that informed me of the reading) that Stephen King pretty much asked the same thing from JK Rowling-- please don't kill Harry Potter.

I nearly fainted. I wondereed what it was like to be in JK's shoes. Stephen King reads your books!! And not just that, he actually likes them and follows the story! It that were to ever happen to me, I'd have died on the spot.

I don't blame Mr.King for following the series closely, too. For those who haven't read the Books, it will be kind of hard to explain. Harry Potter is world within a world. There are creations that only true make-believe lovers can appreciate. The story is obviously fictional but there is an underlying wish in every reader that it was true. That Harry Potter is a real boy and that all his adventures are happening just behind the leaky Cauldron.

It is simply written, without fuss and without long sentences. But it is beautiful and complete.

On to Mr.King. The first SK book I ever read was It. The story centers on 7 childhood friends who battle an evil so horrible, it haunts them for the rest of their lives. Again, this book is a world within a world. Just like all SK stories, they are fundamentally human stories but with magical beasts lurking in every corner.

So for listing purposes, here my favorite JK and SK characters:

JK
1. Harry Potter (duh!)
2. Hermione Granger
3. Albus Dumbledore
4. Sirius Black
5. Ron Weasley

SK
1. Bill Denbrough (IT)
2. Carrie White (Carrie)
3. Johnny (Desperation)
4. Beverly Marsh (IT)
5. Michael Noonan (Bag of Bones) - kinda like my mantal picture of Mr.King

So there, the two people I would love to meet and the characters I would die to be with (not literally, I hope).

I've had a tough, tiring, and stressful week. And it's just Wednesday. In a span of three days, I managed to wear myself out with too much work, too much stress, and too much thinking. So this post will be my "Say Anything" post (and believe me, its the first of many).

I miss my besfriends. Since since we're in cyber space, I'll take the liberty and give them codenames. The first is Flowerpot. She recently got a night shift job in one of those big oil companies in Makati. That makes it extra hard to see her and hang out -- we're operating in two totally different time zones! The next one is Ms.Lilly. Now here's an entrepreneur in the making. She has a regular 8-hour job plus bits of other income-generating stints on the side. Her schedule is so full it's almost impossibe to hang with her. I miss them so much. They're my stress relievers.

My two week mandatory leave is coming up. It's a policy in the bank where I work that out of the 15 vacation leaves available to an emplyee every year, 10 of those must be taken consecutively. I am so excited (like a kid) as this is my first mandatory leave. My Mom made plans of visiting every church available already. I kinda like it -- especially the plans to go to Antipolo to visit the Lady of Bon Viaje.

I like churches. Always did. I like the quiet and the peace and serenity. Nobody's rushing in church. Nobody's noisy (although a lot are NOSY during Sunday masses).

I wonder which is better to watch: Miami Vice or Nacho Libre? When will I finish the first season of Prisonbreak???? I'm down to the last two cd's.

I'm so tired already but I still have to work. Have to finish writing some articles. I love writing but writing with a deadline is quite a different thing. Still, I like it. I used to write endless poems when I was a kid. Page after page after page. I wonder where those poems are now? And my short stories!! Have to get back into writing short stories... Note to self: Find the time to do this!

Okay time to go back to work. Hopefully my next entry will actually have a topic.

Prisons, Pipes, and Wentworth Miller

Whoever said that prison is such a dump has never seen Wentworth Miller. Seriously.

I started watching the TV series Prisonbreak last weekend (using the dvd series) and got hooked almost instantly (faster than you can say "Scofield!"). It was a series I could not stop watching, and that meant meals in front of the tv, postponed bath (yelch!), and magical pauses for those really-have-to-go-to-the-bathroom moments. My eyes were glued to the screen and the volume was up an extra notch so that I'm sure I'm catching every word (very important).

After being forced to shut off the player after long hours of continuous watching, I started thinking why I liked it so much. In a flash, I knew it. There were only two things that made me ruin my eyes that weekend -- pipes and Wentworth Miller.

Let's start with Wentworth. Before I fall of my chair describing the dreamy Mr.Scofield, let me make it clear that I am swooning over MICHAEL SCOFIELD and not Wentworth per se. Sure, the guy is hotness personified regardless if he's in a role or just himself. But it's Michael who has powerfully combined brooding good looks, unbelievably creative ingenuity, and a body tattoo to die for!!! There's something about his character that makes the viewer smile secretly to himself and furrow their own brows in trying to determine what in the world he's up to. Tough guy... or so think. Until you get to the part where he manages to get his toe cut off by his fellow inmates (Abruzzi you b*****d, you!) and he was half crying, half brave in the infirmary.

On to pipes. The whole escape was built on his faith in the prison's pipeline. Half of the time, Wentworth was shooting with pipes. Either he's on top of them, walking in them, or swimming through them. Pipes, pipes, pipes. Lucky pipes. He made his masterplan by studying how each entrance and exit were connected by pipes and when the time came, he was flubbed by a new PIPE that was built over their exit.

Michael and pipes go together. Proofs: he drew the entire pipeline of Fox River on his body; to save Sara, he had to crawl on pipes; to get inside the maintenance room, he had to swim upward in a pipe; to end T-bag's tyranny over him, he slammed him with a pipe.

Those writers sure had a thing for pipes. And I have a thing for Wentworth.

Out of the Closet

I can't believe I finally did it. I created my own blog. This new way of writing and "publishing" myself was once a version of literature that I feared. Whatever happened to printed work? Seeing my words clearly typed and PRINTED used to thrill the hell out of me. But now? I realized it isn't where it's read, what matters is that its read. I'm no Stephen King or Isabel Allende so today, I gladly submit myself to the Kingdom of theBloggers.

I have no idea how to theme this blog though. Making it too personal makes me dizzy while churning out constant info will kill me (I'll leave that to Encarta). So I guess I will do this the way I've done things in my life so far -- uncategorized, scarily spontaneous, random, whatever-comes-to-me, but always brutally honest.

Drop me a line if you want (although so far I haven't written anything worth reacting to). Just read me. I may bore you, but at least I made you pass your time.