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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

I am fond of reading magazines. Those that are substantial enough to at least give me bits of information, aside from the overly expensive line of beauty products which I do not have the slightest intention of using. And to pass my boredom from waiting for S.C's meeting I went to the library and browsed some magazines. I wouldn't want to read something from national geographic, neither do I want to read something from science journals; now thinking about it I should have settled with that, so I decided to read METRO. Did I just see a rat scramming away from under my bed?! I can't believe it, there's a rat in my room!!!! Shoot! Where are the ghostbusters when you need them? Where was I? Right. METRO. The cover girls are; Izza Calsado, Angel Aquino (I prevented myself from salivating by merely looking at her perfect figure), and Angel Jacob (as far as I can remember that’s her name). After reading…errr…looking at pages and pages of smiling women dressed in what-planet-did-she-come-from? gowns, I started to loathe technology. Or picture editor for that matter. Those women are mocking us. Yeah. I know I'm being cynical. But I think or I'd rather believe that no women alive can be as perfect as those depicted from the magazine's pages. I know those women are gorgeous; perfect set of teeth, flawless skin, silky hair and has a body to die for. But showcasing them makes women who are, how should I say this, not within their level feel awful about themselves. Can we comfort ourselves by saying that at least we have brains to brag about? That we are smart to the point that we terrify others the minute we start talking? How about those who are not blessed with both? Will talent suffice for that? I don’t know the reason why I'm ranting about this. Am I just being pathetic for those women who are not fortunate to have beauty and brains or beauty alone? Or am I just plain envy with Angel Aquino?nya-ha-haha!
FYI: I AM STILL A FAN OF MAGAZINES

Aside from watching MY GIRL, my second solace is Jessica Zafra's Twisted books. Believe me, that woman is a walking dictionary! She uses words so powerfully, that you can actually feel what she's saying. No she's not a novelist, she's a journalist. But in my perspective, she's a great insulter. She seems to have a say about almost anything. Well- rounded that she knows anything from movies, to books, to politics, to supernatural beings, to whatever. Name it. She can say something stupid about it. Upon reading two of her twisted series books, I'm grappling to read a third. Maybe because we share the same passion: criticizing. If there's something wrong about something, don't just stay quiet for crying out loud! Say something. That's her principle. I don't like to be as smart as she is to the point that other people looks like a dimwit in her presence. I haven't seen her in person, but I don't have the intention of doing so. The glasses alone terrify me, thank you. I love the way she writes, because it's done with pure honesty. Try reading one of her movie reviews and you'll have a feeling of not going to the movie house ever. Ha3!

I thought of a way as to not aggravate my poor existence. Problems=bigger problems. If I feel lousy about something, I'll just think of those children in Africa. The video sister Angelica presented made me feel so blessed that I promised not to complain anymore, which is next to impossible. But really, now I'm in a pit of unbalanced emotional hormones (if such condition do exist) and I'm thinking that there are people out there who have bigger problems than the ones I have, and it will make me feel good. Not that I'm making myself feel better to the expense of other people, I'm just doing that to remind myself that next to them my problems are nothing but a booger. So, let's all say "problems are nothing but boogers stuck in our noses." Try using a tissue or a wet cottonbud, I think that will stop irritating your nose. _SMILE_

Try listening to Sitti. She has a very, very, very, did I say very already? Calming voice. Makes me feel elated every time I listen to her. It’s unusual to the scream-your-lungs-out songs I've been hearing from my brother's playlist everyday. Oh. How comforting.

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