Only Selfish Love

After terrible years of dispassion had I only learned a new thing about My Self: I AM VAIN. Narcissistic. Egocentric. Conceited. Swollen-headed. Self-absorbed. Self-centered. Self-loving– (I could go on, you know). I am a Venezuelan, so to speak.

It suffers a certain amount of humility though to accept this… this, this… fact (you see what I mean?). I am vain. The evidences are clear…

1. I like my name, and proclaim its profoundness. It’s the URL of this site and mostly my accounts are named after my, uhh, name.

2. I see a mirror and stare at it for not less than two seconds. Technically, that’s too long especially since a tinted window of a car in a car park could only take so much. I’m glad it doesn’t shatter to pieces, or that no one’s behind it broadcasting my hideous facial expressions in a gag show.

Take Me to your Fart

HORTON. I really get somehow peeved by how Jim Carrey acts- that no matter what movie he’s filming, he’ll always be the “irresponsible, rowdy, boisterous cretin in which he mirrors the character so well (except for Batman Forever, go Riddler!!!). SPOILER: In Horton, he’s a sweet, gentle elephant that discovers that there are other minuscule beings living in a speck- literally. So the huge mammal actually communicates with the beings’ Mayor on his own (in some highly impossible way) and tells them that they’re all… well, precarious and would one way or another just be carried on the breeze with no recorded history of existence. Such fate.

I know the storyline is quite weird but I really had fun watchin’ it especially the moral behind it that says “Be you. Dare to be different. Believe in yourself. Care for others,” etc. On the parallel universe level, Horton tries to convince his jungle-mates that he’s talkin’ real and the Mayor does the same to his ‘countrymen’ (or whatever you call them). I’m just glad on how the writer or whoever jammed so many stories, sub-stories, morals, and journeys in an hour-and-a-half digital flick without making it feel cramped. And the ending- the music number- oh, it’s in effect off! Lol. But it’s still cute. Then again, I was hooked to the movie in general.

Sixth Joyful Mystery

Hey, Christine. Happy birthday, gal. It’s ill-timed that you’re in Manila right now, awan ti mangilibre kanyami. Lol. Again, happy birthday to one of my wackiest, zaniest and craziest friends in the world. Let me tell you (and everybody else) a secret: I always laugh in whatever you do especially when you crack an outdated joke or when you kwento stuff that are extremely weird. When other people don’t laugh at what you, I ‘involuntarily’ giggle at the corner. You must be the “Sixth Joyful Mystery” of the Holy Rosary. Wink. And this is my GIFT for you.

Nevertheless, I’m stuck at home ruminating on whether to commit suicide or not (lol, kidding.). I edited some pictures for a photoblog to satisfy my corny pursuits. Hehe. The pics are here:

Picnic in a Skyscraper

Apparently, this WordPress has also become a birthday-testimonial blog: I write sometimes about the people (very close to me) and most often, I greet the rest as a group especially when I lacked the appropriate time to make delightful posts about them as birthday sort a’ gifts. Hehe. As a solution, this genius (or ME) just flicked this bright idea of making a poster where the pictures are juxtaposed together to make my greetings more uh sincere. Lol.

Yesterday, I had the choice not to go out so that I could peruse for Tuesday’s PolSci14 second exam. But seriously, when was I ever absent for my org/s’ activities? Hehe. So I went to Cubao to culminate the application process through the Induction. And I didn’t regret staying there for the rest of the day on the top floor of a condominium— IT WAS PURE FUN!