Analyze this

According to my friend, Grace, I overanalyzed things. A simple concept, which I expounded, had turned vague. It left me confused. That's why I failed, she said.

I've finished the test after 15 minutes. We were given 47 minutes to finish the 40-question exam. But I finished mine after 15 minutes. Since I had four unanswered items, I checked on them. After I've finally put a mark on them, I rechecked all that I've done. I guess that's where I failed.

I should have listened to my intuition. I should have stuck to my initial answers. But I amended. I overanalyzed. Until I got confused. I failed.

I cried.

Su, my branch mate, said it's not the end of the world. Yeah. The truth is, there are a lot of us who failed. And the sad reality is, no one in our branch who took that particular exam has passed yet. All of us will be retaking. That's my only consolation. That we are backing up each other.

I just hope that will be the last time I'll be reading that book ever again.

Deja vu?

There comes a time in everyone's life when things just don't accord to one's liking. Wrong decisions. Wrong timing. Wrong thinking. Wrong hair (stupid hair). Good thing the weather's perfect today. The rain summed up all of my resentments.

My hair is naturally curly, and I'm always pissed off when it grows a bit longer and starts to twirl at the wrong side. So I cut it yesterday. I did it by myself, thinking there's no one but me who could. I was imagining it to result amazingly. 

Wrong.

I have graduated from the university a long, long time ago. I took up MA; pursued education units. I have done them all. I wormed my way out. It didn't cross my mind I will again be experiencing all those sleepless nights, cramming, and headaches because of terminologies and concepts that are, in truth, unfathomable.

Wrong. Again.

Hay.

I just hope one of these will turn out to be good in the long run. And if I have to choose, I'd rather pass my exams than tame my hair. I need those lifetime certificates than a beautiful physique (if that's even possible ^_^)!

Francism

His boyish look. His husky voice. His patriotism. His lyrics. His music. His rap music. I am not that much of a fan of rap music, but I listen to it. I listen to him. Because it's his. It's him. It's Francis Magalona.

Francis "Kiko" Magalona (1964-2009)

You will be remembered, Kiko. In this kaleidoscope world, you will be remembered.

Marley and Me

All I knew was that it was about a dog, about starting a family, and some other silly stuff. But just the same, my friend and I decided to see it because we had nothing to do, and we had no other choice. I am glad we did.

I didn't know it was based on a true story. Not until we went to a bookstore later after the show and saw a book about it. I didn't know it had to be taken seriously. I hadn't taken any movies of Owen Wilson seriously. Until now.

To those who didn't have childhood memories with a dog, they might have a hard time relating. It wasn't in my plan to cry this evening. I wanted a light movie, have a big laugh, go home and rest, like what I did when I saw "The Pink Panther 2." Yeah, my friend and I laughed big time. Owen still hasn't lost his charm. He still delivers lines effectively it will make you laugh till you can't stop. Good thing I brought a hanky, because we also cried big time. We cried big time.

It's an old cliche: a dog is a man's best friend. But there is no other phrase, nor statement, that can describe this little thing that happily waggles its tail when it sees you. One that doesn't require any reciprocation from you. One whom you can be who you truly are, you can pretend if you want, and will accept you whole. It will still accept you whole.

I received an email that was circulated in the office about love according to kids, and there was one definition by a four-year old girl that was very interesting. I looked it up on the internet and, luckily, I found it. She said, "Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."* I agree. That's a hundred percent love.

And only a man's best friend can offer you that.

*thanks for the quote!

Hazel's 3rd

Tuesday, February 24. Changi Airport.  

Yeah, that's us. And yes, it's Hazel's third send-off. Sometimes I wonder if I really am in Singapore, because some of my friends travel to and fro as if we were only in Quiapo. ^^

Somewhere only we know

I guess the best part of the movie was when this song by Keane was played while Justin Long uttered, "You're my exception." You're my exception. Somewhere only we know. Perfect.

If you've seen Love Actually, He's just not that into you is the American's version of it. It didn't involve high ranking officials nor intriguing porn stars, though. The characters are that of a typical American woman. But the amazing part of it is that even though it's conceptually American, every girl can relate to it. Somehow. I think, regardless of the race or location, almost all girls share the same insights when it comes to boys and love. And almost all boys have the same wavelength and spiel when it comes to girls and love. And sometimes they just don't meet.

"You are my exception." I still can't get over it... =)

A beautiful day!

Yeah, that's me. On my most slob-but-fruitful day. This is the life! ^-^