Sunday, January 30, 2005
ANI-Me 1
ANI-Me 2
...That I just had to draw this pic:
Just made myself hungry. Gah.
Just made myself hungry. Gah.
Friday, January 28, 2005
RING IT ON!
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You Know You're Addicted to LotR When... |
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You start quoting from the movie as part of regular conversation. You like to tell your mom that you are hungry by quoting: "Merry, I'm hungry." She used to just laugh, but now she says, "What would you like to eat, Pippin?" You continually ask your parents for second breakfast. All the staff at your local cinema knows you by your first name and even before you open your mouth to speak, they say "Ticket for 'Fellowship of The Ring?'" You hate Burger King food, butyou ate nothing else for a month to get the toys. You've crammed up your computer's memory by downloading every single screensaver from www.LordoftheRings.net You wander around the house in a knee length nightie, pyjama trousers and an unfastened dressing gown (to give you a train). You are trying to be an elf, and actually manage to forget that the nightie is blue with dolphins, the trousers have teddies on and the dressing gown is tartan. Your Lord of the Rings shirt has not yet met the washing machine. You don't have enough money to buy groceries for the next week before payday, yet you charge £50 on your credit card to get a three year charter membership in the official LOTR fan club. Who needs food anyway? You refer to parts of your town as parts of Middle-Earth. You wear hobbitish clothing as part of your normal wardrobe. You sometimes let your hair go curly after a wash, and then run around the house in bare feet yelling "I'm a hobbit!" You hate it when Elves are only thought of as 'Santa's little helpers' and have tried to explain the difference between Santa-elves and Syrian Elves to your 5-year old cousins. You speak in Quenya just to annoy your friends. You refer to regular elephants as oliphaunts. While buttering a piece of bread, you suddenly think of Bilbo (remember when he was talking to Gandalf about feeling tired) saying that he felt 'like butter spread over too much bread.' You renamed your car the Wraith-mobile. You have a replica of The One Ring. You are beginning to resemble a panda due to the fact that you've stayed up until 2 am reading and re-reading the great books. You actually managed to read the Silmarillion without being tempted to give up on this whole middle earth malarkey. You now have a lifetime fear of black horses! You haven't removed the soundtrack from your CD player since you bought it. You have sssudenly developed a hisssing lisssp every time you sssay the letter ssss. You have looked both on the net and in the phone book to see if archery and sword fighting lessions are offered in your area. You have begun calling your husband / wife / girlfriend/ boyfriend / animal or kid my precioussss. You happily traveled over an hour to the next town to see "it" because that theater has a better sound system than the one 5 minutes down the road. You have called every theatrical or specialty makeup company in town looking for pointy ear or hairy feet prosthetics. You've worn your plastic "one ring" that came on your Legolas bookmark so much the gold is completely worn off. You've begun drafting a letter to the Webster's dictionary people requesting that they include "Ringers" in their next edition. At Christmas time relatives find you chatting with the tree and sharing eggnog draughts Single ads with the description," short plump and big hairy feet" seem much more appealing. You know The LoTR history better then your family history. You have a mouse named Frodo, a bird named Gollum, and a dog named Gandalf. And that cat that keeps coming around to be petted is Legolas. You know Elvish better then English. Whenever something goes wrong, it's Sauron's fault. When you sing in the shower, it's always about Gil-Galad or hobbit walking songs... You know everything about Middle Earth geography, but you can't get someone from your house to the ice cream parlor. Now the nearest movie theater, that is a different story. You think the names of the 7 dwarves from Snow White are: Gimli, Gloin, Thorin, Gili, Nili, Ori, and Bambour. You have developed your own special Tolkien handwriting. "A firm, flowing script..." Words like "Yrch" make sense to you. You've become strangely obsessed with mushrooms. Whenever you close a door, you say "They have a cave troll!" When you come to a dead end you're still convinced that the road goes ever on and on. There's a sign on your door saying "Speak Friend and enter!" Whenever you get a chance, you burst into song. Preferably one that has more than 20 verses. You change your name by deed poll to a Tolkien character and seriously consider naming your children after LOTR characters. Every time you see birds in the sky you have the urge to say "Fly you fools!" When someone knocks on your door you grab them, pull them inside and ask "Are you frightend?... Not nearly frightend enough!" Your computer's screensaver is a marquee reading, "Ennyn Durin atan Moria: pedo mellon a mino" and the password is actually "mellon". You cannot see a beer without blurting out "It comes in pints? I'm getting one!" You just can't keep yourself from saying "nobody tosses a Dwarf" at inappropriate moments. A shadow and a threat is growing in your mind. You now referring to your friends as your 'Fellowship' and insist that you have epic adventures. You stand in the doorway and tell your cat that he 'Can not pass'. You wash your face in the sink and expect to see things that are, that have been or that will be. Your wedding band has started to weigh you down with it's evil powers. Spending $35 at the grocery store seems expensive but its Perfectly fine to spend $70 on the Hardcover LOTR book with Alan Lee Illustrations. You start keeping a LOTR Journal to write poems and inklings in. You face every difficult decision with the thought "now what would Gandalf advise me to do?" You know what Entmoot, Ent draught, or an Ent is for that matter You've gained 20 pounds because you've started eating a "Second Breakfast" A walking stick... you never leave home with out it. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Lord of the Rings. |
I'm actually guilty of thinking about Bilbo's analogy while buttering my toast one morning. And a shadow and a threat is actually growing in my mind.
Um...
...
GANDAAAAALF?!
Friday, January 21, 2005
AROMA
Lunch.
At the parked van where meals are sold. Tapa. Fried bangus. Porkchop. Laing. Sinigang. Pipino sandwiches pretending to be cheeseburgers. Double orders of rice the norm rather than the exception. That sort of van.
A lanky man goes up to the counter and picks Mechado in one of the small, tightly-knotted plastic bags.
And smells it.
He goes through five more bags, repeating the ritual. I suppose he actually was capable of smelling food through plastic, for he was able to select a particular bag.
When he leaves, I choose one of the Mechado bags that he hadn't picked up and held close to his nose.
At the parked van where meals are sold. Tapa. Fried bangus. Porkchop. Laing. Sinigang. Pipino sandwiches pretending to be cheeseburgers. Double orders of rice the norm rather than the exception. That sort of van.
A lanky man goes up to the counter and picks Mechado in one of the small, tightly-knotted plastic bags.
And smells it.
He goes through five more bags, repeating the ritual. I suppose he actually was capable of smelling food through plastic, for he was able to select a particular bag.
When he leaves, I choose one of the Mechado bags that he hadn't picked up and held close to his nose.
Friday, January 14, 2005
DREAM ON
TELLTALE GLITTER
Golden glitter had been smeared on the Makati Avenue pavement.
It could have come from a fallen Christmas decoration thingie.
Or maybe some guy who had been in a long coma ('coz of a breakdancing accident) woke up thinking it was still sometime before 1990, generously applied glitter and gel into his hair, and had been walking to find a hip disco like Mars or Euphoria, but tripped, fell and hit his head on the concrete, and slipped into a coma once more.
It could have come from a fallen Christmas decoration thingie.
Or maybe some guy who had been in a long coma ('coz of a breakdancing accident) woke up thinking it was still sometime before 1990, generously applied glitter and gel into his hair, and had been walking to find a hip disco like Mars or Euphoria, but tripped, fell and hit his head on the concrete, and slipped into a coma once more.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU, KID.
Saw this quiz in Chockwit's LJ. Decided to take it as well (um...slow day at work). And the result was:
"You must remember this, a kiss is still a
kiss". Your romance is Casablanca. A
classic story of love in trying times, chock
full of both cynicism and hope. You obviously
believe in true love, but you're also
constantly aware of practicality and societal
expectations. That's not always fun, but at
least it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazis
get you down too much.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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Hmmmm. Time to hide from the Nazis, then.
"You must remember this, a kiss is still a
kiss". Your romance is Casablanca. A
classic story of love in trying times, chock
full of both cynicism and hope. You obviously
believe in true love, but you're also
constantly aware of practicality and societal
expectations. That's not always fun, but at
least it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazis
get you down too much.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
brought to you by Quizilla
Hmmmm. Time to hide from the Nazis, then.
WEIRDO
Not all creatives are weird.
The same way that not all weirdos are creative.
Sometimes, weird is just plain fucking weird.
Those types...they gimme the creeps.
*shudders*
The same way that not all weirdos are creative.
Sometimes, weird is just plain fucking weird.
Those types...they gimme the creeps.
*shudders*
Thursday, January 06, 2005
COCKAMAMIE
Interested in finding out what the Year of the Cock holds in store, I decided to look it up on the net.
I typed in YEAR OF THE COCK.
Well surprise, surprise.
Among the top 10 search results was: 18 YEAR old stud with 8" COCK.
Nice.
I knew I should have typed YEAR OF THE ROOSTER instead.
I typed in YEAR OF THE COCK.
Well surprise, surprise.
Among the top 10 search results was: 18 YEAR old stud with 8" COCK.
Nice.
I knew I should have typed YEAR OF THE ROOSTER instead.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
'04 NO MORE
2004 is dead and gone.
And I miss it about as much as I miss whatever I flushed down the toilet this morning.
For me (and I think for some of you as well), '04 had been a year that contained different kinds of deaths in various aspects of life. Be it on a global (well...regional), typhoon-battered, tsunami-drowned scale. Or on more personal levels.
Like work.
Finances.
Love.
Then.
Things seemed to change overnight.
It was like some prince found the sleeping fairy tale princess, woke her up with a kiss (and then some), and stripped away the...gloom-spell death shroud that hung over the kingdom. A kingdom where I seem to have been a subject of.
The first day of the new year, I was suddenly drawing again. And drawing for the pure pleasure of it. Then, it was an evening out for some beer in an almost deserted Ortigas - a pleasant and most welcome contrast to the madness of the holiday rush.
Yup.
2005 seems to be off to a good start.
For this entry, I'll leave you with something a friend sent me last January 1. I think it's pretty much in the spirit of this blog:
To kinder gods and fiercer loves.
To brief jealousies and even shorter griefs.
To wine.
To tea.
To sunsets and coffee.
To family, friends and country.
And from me: May 2004 be your worst year ever.
Happy new year, everyone.
And I miss it about as much as I miss whatever I flushed down the toilet this morning.
For me (and I think for some of you as well), '04 had been a year that contained different kinds of deaths in various aspects of life. Be it on a global (well...regional), typhoon-battered, tsunami-drowned scale. Or on more personal levels.
Like work.
Finances.
Love.
Then.
Things seemed to change overnight.
It was like some prince found the sleeping fairy tale princess, woke her up with a kiss (and then some), and stripped away the...gloom-spell death shroud that hung over the kingdom. A kingdom where I seem to have been a subject of.
The first day of the new year, I was suddenly drawing again. And drawing for the pure pleasure of it. Then, it was an evening out for some beer in an almost deserted Ortigas - a pleasant and most welcome contrast to the madness of the holiday rush.
Yup.
2005 seems to be off to a good start.
For this entry, I'll leave you with something a friend sent me last January 1. I think it's pretty much in the spirit of this blog:
To kinder gods and fiercer loves.
To brief jealousies and even shorter griefs.
To wine.
To tea.
To sunsets and coffee.
To family, friends and country.
And from me: May 2004 be your worst year ever.
Happy new year, everyone.
