unMidnight

I know she's only been my girlfriend for 6 months but....


I'm getting married!!!!!!!!!

September 5, 2008.

This is real. :)

I'm confident that I can survive this.

I'm currently in Frankfurt. Nothing has changed here in my point of view. I arrived here yesterday and I will be flying back to the Philippines by tomorrow. So far, my life has been so hectic that I miss bumming around in my room doing nothing but paint portraits and landscapes.

...and I am still being stalked by that woman but I should not be thinking about her right now because I should be going over to the client's office.

Still I'm sure that she's also stalking this journal! I don't really know how she does it but she really is good in milking information about me. It's kind of scary and amusing at the same time, but it borderlines psychopath and obsession.

Sorry for flooding your friends' page. I know I should be packing for tomorrow's trip but seeing this writer's block topic made me stop, stare, and reflect until I realized that maybe I could procrastinate and answer this within 10 minutes. Here we go.

It said unknown origin and the first thing I thought was: it could be an alien! If it's a green baby alien boy, I'd name it Grimwalde. Otherwise, its name would be Greta.

I'd prefer if it's a boy though and I'll probably hide it for a while and take care of it. Unless the FBI starts suspecting something and shows up on my doorstep, accuses me of hiding an alien, and then tries to take it away.

Now if it's a human baby, its name would still be Greta if not Bridget. If it's a boy, I'd name it Leon. Now hopefully it's not an ugly obese baby of some psychotic woman. But yes, I'd take care of it and raise it as my own if my parents allowed me or if my mother probably wants another kid, I'll give it to her so it can become my new sibling so I won't be an only child anymore. XD ....did I just refer to it as "it"?

Okay it's time to start packing.

Every night, I'd catch Christine and my grandmother bonding over Hollywood entertainment news being aired on cable. The broadcast is obviously a day late but I guess that's forgivable because a simultaneous broadcast from the US may mean that viewers from this country would have to catch the show during the wee hours of the morning.

Sometimes I'd find myself watching with them out of curiosity. I was never the type to really give a rat's ass on what's happening in the world of showbiz, but then I found myself amused with what Hollywood is made up of nowadays.

Everybody wants attention, even in Philippine showbiz, which can become overrated to the point of being cliché. Upon watching those Hollywood showbiz news every night for 3 consecutive weeks, I came up with 7 ways on how to get noticed in Hollywood if you're a celebrity living within the premises of California or in the United States in general (as long the spotlight has access to you):

For the girls:
1. Have an eating disorder. If you want instant attention, become anorexic or bulimic and then flaunt it on cam. Next, deny that you have the disease until it turns into a media frenzy.
2. Become pregnant. Nobody, not even the paparazzi, can let this pass. This is true especially if you're a single or an unmarried woman. What more if the father of your unborn child is married or refuses to take the responsibility of fatherhood? An instant hit.
3. Have a sickness and make a big deal out of it. Oh yeah, and don't forget to make cameras follow you around while you are on your way to your chemotherapy session or even if it's just a simple check-up.
4. Get arrested for DUI. Another instant hit! This is also suitable for male celebrities, especially if you hit someone and ended up killing them.

Number 5 is for the studs:

5. If you come from the UK or any other country and you're a big star there, move to Hollywood with your equally popular wife.
6. Kill yourself. This is also very effective if you're turning into a has-been or you're already a has-been. If you're lucky enough, you'll even gain more popularity even though you're already dead.
7. Show off your private parts! Another very effective strategy to get instant attention. Everyone will be interested in you at a snap of your finger if you show your boobs (this goes for girls), what more if you fail to wear underwear on purpose and spread out your legs just in time when the cameras are flashing? For the boys, well, I haven't heard any guy flashing his dick at the paparazzi whether on purpose or not. Why don't they try doing that? Huh???

I came up with those because those are all that I've been hearing and seeing lately in the news about Hollywood. The strange thing is, those issues are happening in real time. Why do those Hollywood celebrities need to make it look like it can only happen to them? Or shall we blame it on the media? Or both parties have shortcomings?

I'm switching back to reality.

QUESTION: If you could be another person for a day, who would it be and why?

My Answer: Vincent Van Gogh

Why?
What's in the mind of this artist? I've always been curious on how the minds of these great artists functioned. How did they feel? What was it like living in their time? How badly were they ostracized just because they were very different from what society depicts as "normal"?

Even for a day...
And then when I come back, my ear is cut off! Muahahahaha!

Another LxWedy. Thank you to Christine, R, and J for the tidbits of information and outright honesty. I swear I'm doing my best for the three of you. Thank you for oiling the rusty creative screws of my brain.

( Everything's Alright )

This is Death Note fan fiction that I wrote just an hour ago. It's LxWedy, which I know is a strange choice for a pairing in that anime/manga. I don't usually write fan fiction that centers around pairings but here's a debut because Christine keeps pestering every writer she knows who loves Death Note to write a fic on the matter. I don't think I'm even going to lock this!

( Now I Lay Her Down to Sleep )

Is it valid to label an ignorant person "stupid"? Is ignorance stupidity per se?

and yet more Brain fart:

Hurting
Bleeding
Hurling sweet words
Underneath the
Surface
My face
Is seen in your eyes
But you cannot linger for so very long
For you to notice.

Lying
Crying
Promenade then
Sever the hands
Holding
Mem'ries
That linger in lies
You are the life that drains my existence
Your presence is here.

Man-made
Bridges
Crossing the bridge
Unattached and
Rotting
Failing
To support our weight
That we carry upon our ill shoulders
Until we stumble.

'Til then
I will
Catch waterfalls
And make them cry
Tears for
Me and
Maybe then you'll feel
You are the life that keeps me from dying
Your love is still here.

I should get out of the house and stop playing Dirge of Cerberus for a while. Would you believe I spent the whole day... like almost 14 hours playing that game! And I felt depressed for Vincent Valentine!

Just read entries from one of my friends' LJ...

Nakakainis talaga ang mga torpeng lalake. Why can't they just flaunt their fucking balls and speak up! Muahahaha. *of course that was just a figure of speech, I'm not saying the guy should show off her balls to her. Muahah*

I just can't help but feel so bad for her though. I wish I could do something for her but I think I should just watch from afar and make sure she'll be fine.

Every person has an "ASSHOLE FOR THE DAY" in his or her life. In my case, today's ASSHOLE FOR THE DAY is Paul, my own cousin Paul.

Currently making use of the wi-fi in starbucks while waiting for the ASSHOLE FOR THE DAY to show up from the bloody hotel. I left him there in the presscon because I'm just simply tired and sleepy. I haven't slept for almost 24 hours now thanks to that presscon, the long-awaited event that will repeat on October, November and December, and I'm beginning to get sick of this job. I think I need a vacation but no, I force myself to work.

He's such a dickhead right now, causing trouble among our band because of his selfishness and high self-esteem. And guess what, he's the reason why I lack fucking sleep, forcing me to complete and finish his damn reports both financial external and internal to the organization and all the press releases due THIS MORNING
fuck fuck fuck

Okay, the ass is here. Gotta quit this entry now.

AND I'M BACK!!!!!

Leafing through a few travel magazines scattered in the living room coffee table, I encountered pictures of several beaches from all over the world--beaches like those in Malibu, Waikiki, Mactan, Boracay, Acapulco...
Damn.
I began to reminisce about several summers-gone-by from the past couple of years.
I asked my cousins here if they had ever been to any of the beautiful beaches in the Philippines and their answer was "No."
Not ever.
Well sometime I'd like to take them to Boracay, one of my favorite vacation spots in the Philippines, although nowadays it's too commercialized and way too crowded. It could be nice to go there during off-season but it might be too rainy or stormy to do so.
I'm planning to come back this month anyway. I was thinking of taking Timothy with me but then I forgot that he's already working. Priscilla could go if she could ask for a vacation from her boss, after all she says even her boss thinks she deserves one because she's been over-stressing every now and then.
Now I wish I could take Agatha too. I've become way too attached to this kid and I guess she's the same with me too.

And then most probably after taking a breather in Manila, I'll come back to London eventually. I don't know--I can't leave Sola behind. :D
We're not yet boyfriend-girlfriend yet, but I'm still crossing my fingers. She seems to be preoccupied with a lot of stuff in her mind. It's like sometimes, I feel that I need a long leash to keep her reeled in to my arms. Hah. Sounds cheesy but yeah, I'm so drawn to her.

So I'm lazy today! I just want to linger around the house and pretend that it's still a weekend... although it's already Wednesday, the middle of the week.

Middle of the week blues?

All I want to do is play guitar, play videogames, write new stories, drive around town, go to a pub maybe later, eat, drink and be merry... and then someday we'll die.

*sings*
And then someday we'll die~!

I'll wait until everyone is awake before I start playing my guitar though (I'll take turns with the bass and the 6-string unless you have any idea on how I can play both at the same time) because if I start playing now (it's almost 6 in the morning), I'll disturb the sleep of everyone including the dead. For now I'll hog the PS2 and play Dirge of Cerberus. I feel odd playing this new game because I'm so used to seeing Sephiroth around. Sephiroth is my favorite just in case you're clueless. It's full of Vincent.

Vincent.
Vincent.
Vincent.
Vincent.
Vincent Valentine.

My bloody Valentine. Man, he's so red. What if his cape was pink? Would Cloud like him and think he's Aerith? Okay that was sick man! I should stop now...

The stove in the kitchen here is literally old. Even the oven is old. Uncle says I have to make myself useful. Priscilla and Timothy too has to make themselves useful since there's no more maid around the house, so we had a crash course in baking and cooking yesterday.
Unfortunately I was the gutsy one to light up the damn oven, and for some reason, I just burst into flames, burning my eyebrows.
I hate that oven. I had to tell my Uncle several times to buy new appliances for the house if he wants his children and of course, me, his nephew, to live.

Now I have ugly eyebrows that Priscilla had to fix while laughing at my misfortune. Byebye, manly bushy eyebrows of mine.

But anyway, Uncle finally gave in and today we're going appliance-shopping. Yay.

I was washing the car yesterday morning even though my Uncle told me it's the chauffer's job to do that. But I was bored. So I went on anyway.
Birds love to shit on my car here. I don't know why they don't shit on Priscilla's car though. It's always my car. Maybe she has this bird-shit repellant (if ever there is such a thing created by our brilliant scientists) sprayed all over her car... or maybe because it's a pink convertible and birds don't like pink.

My friend Rufus shipped over to me a copy of the Reunion Files of Advent Children. The guy's nice enough to buy me an original copy while he was vacationing in Japan the other week. Unfortunately I can't read and understand perfect Japanese. Lucky for me, though, my cousin Timothy can read and understand, so we spent the whole day and night reading. He called it "bonding". Imagine grown men bonding over a book about Advent Children.

It's still too early here and I'm already awake. That's because I couldn't sleep well.

Agatha now has chicken pox. It's weird. First she got the flu, now it's chicken pox. Luckily I've had chicken pox just last year when I was still in Manila, otherwise, I'd keep on avoiding her in this house, and the little girl really likes hanging around with me. She says that I'm like the big brother she never had because I'm big and tall unlike her older brother Timothy who's tall by scrawny and slouches.
She's such a little darling. :)
I'm doing two things at the same time and I'll probably go on like this for as long as she is sick: writing Press Releases and articles for clients while babysitting.

I'm teaching her to play the guitar to distract her from scratching herself. She's itching like hell, I know how it feels so I feel pity for her. Sometimes she'd cry because of the itch and I have to make her stop crying by hugging her or making her sit on my lap while telling her that it's going to be okay and it will all go away soon.

Yesterday Priscilla, her older sister, was home and helped me take care of little Agatha. I had to cook damn lunch for the three of us because Uncle wasn't home (it's an unusual instance here because he's almost always home) due to a business meeting. Unfortunately, I'm the most useless commodity in the household... and maybe among all my cousins as well. It's for the reason that I got so used to having someone to do things for me, like a maid. And remember, I'm a spoiled brat? Damn, now it takes a lot of ego and loss of humble-points just to admit that. >=)
As for cousin Priscilla, she is such a prom queen she couldn't even light a fire in the stove. I teased her about it because at least I can light a fire in the stove. We tried making some soup but we weren't sure whether the water that's going to be used to make a broth should come from the tap or from the drinking water. I ended up buying some food a couple of blocks from the house.
Such useless children.

Priscilla and I were the only grown-ups in the house yesterday so we sort of bonded, catching up on what we missed with each other's lives as we were growing up in separate countries. She reminded me of the time when we were both on vacation before in Manila, in Paul's house, and we were playing Peter Pan. We were both 7 and Paul was 6. I remember that day very well, I wanted to be Peter Pan because I love the color green. Paul wanted to be the Peter Pan because he says he's the better actor and he's gonna be one when he grows up. But no, since I was older than him, I was in control. I became Peter Pan in our pretend-play. And being the bad boy he was, he demanded that if I was really meant to play the role, I must be able to fly!
Some kids, like, maybe myself, love to show-off and I have such a big ego (yes, sadly I know that.) that I climbed up the table and shouted "I can fly! I can fly!" and jumped off, hurting myself, and Paul laughed at me.
sidenote: Paul and I were "enemies" back when we were children. Our personalities just seemed to clash all the time when we were children, now it's either I or he compromises whenever we have arguments.

Priscilla revealed she loves to play videogames and she even plays basketball and watches wrestling. She's even a fan of Matt Hardy. What the hell. And you wouldn't expect she loves those kind of stuff because of the way she looks, dresses and acts. Now I know she's such a tomboy and it's very unusual. I never even knew she owned her own PSP and GBA consoles; I thought it was only Timothy who has those. She's such a techie too. Gadgets are her thing. Hmm, I should've known; she works as a brand manager for a certain mobile phone company. I thought she only worked there for the salary.

Anyway, the cousin I once thought to be a mean girl is now my new sidekick around here. Muahahahahaha *victorious laugh*

Sola is coming home this Saturday and I'm so excited. >:)

Prank callers in London? Who would've thought some British would be bored enough to still call you up in the middle of the night and then ask if you're refrigerator is running. Well it's an old joke, I'm sure you all know what the prank caller will answer when you say that yes, your refrigerator is running.
Unfortunately I was the unlucky one who is still suffering from jet lag around here and so I was the one to answer all the incoming calls past midnight while I'm writing press releases.
The prank calls started around 1 in the morning while I was in the middle of writing a press release for a mobile phone company in the Philippines. It was a guy.
That was his first call.
He continued to call until I got tired of talking or answering. I'd just pick up the phone and listen to what he has to say, after all, there's caller ID and the same phone number kept on popping up.

The last straw was when the clock struck 4 in the morning and I was beginning to get cranky because of the ringing and the pressure on writing the press release; I ended up answering the phone and blurted out the first thing that came to my thoughts: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" in an angry yet dramatic manner.
Damn, I should've checked the caller ID. It was another caller.
It was my cousin Paul calling from the Philippines.
That was really damn embarrassing, but anyway, he was startled and asked me "I did what?!"
I just laughed and said, "I'm just joking." trying to pretend nothing.

Shit happens.

Agatha is ill with the flu and she's spreading her germs all over the place, good thing I still haven't got the sniffles (damn I sound different talking here.)

So right now she's here in my room while I'm online and she's watching a DVD movie: her choice is Advent Children.

Here we go again.

Advent Children here we go. Now she wants to play the game too... correction, she wants ME to play the game later after she watches this movie, and then she'll watch.