9/13/11

Sitting on my work desk in front of my computer, I suddenly felt this urge to do something creative. I googled Paris blogs and decided the best way to start the day was with some inspiration. Paris is one of the most beautiful places I have been to and reliving the whole experience through a stranger's words wasn't such a bad idea.

So there I was reading and soaking it up when I thought it's probably time to update my blog too. Last time I took finger to keyboard was last year and I felt it's time to channel this restlessness and this feeling of ick. Work has changed and I know do fragrances and not shoes and bags. It's been good so far but a dramatic change from what I used to do. I've had no exercise for a damn long time which is one of my problems. Plus, I've been planning on taking french lessons and can't seem to get started. Oh procrastination! Get away from me! So anyway I have a few projects in the pipleline that are sure to keep me busy in the next few months. I'm hoping this gives me more opportunities for socialization. My mom's birthday is coming up next month as well. Wheee time to get busy!

Kites

Last week I randomly picked out this dvd at ruins called Kites. I love foreign language films and my curiousity was piqued when I read the synopsis of the movie. It was about a tempestuous love story between an Indian man and a Mexican woman. Sounded good to me. Well as it turns out, I absolutely loved it. Love it. I have watched it non-stop since, and I have done great research on the lead actors Hrithik Roshan and Barbara Mori. They had unbelievable chemistry on the screen I almost wished it was real. The story is so beautiful, honest, passionate, and simply about two human beings connecting at the soul level. It made me hope, and made me believe that yes, there is someone for us. Someone who will see us, understand us, accept us. The music was excellent and I have it on my playlist already.

The lead characters fascinated me completely.

I had spent many hours researching on the lead man, and I have of course discovered that he is a family man, and quite devoted too. It was interesting to listen to him speak about important issues in his life. He's not only beautiful outside, but quite arresting in entirety. His complexities, desires, aspirations are a mirror of what all human beings need to go through in order to reach their highest potentials.

Barbara Mori, the lead female on the other hand embodies the sentimental and passionate nature of latin people. She seems to function 95% by heart. It is a reminder that this life we have should be experienced through our hearts, if we are to leave our mark in this world.

Nothing ever happens by chance, and picking up that DVD has taken me on a rollercoaster ride into my soul. It's been wonderful.Maktub.

World Cup disappointments

Nakakainis!!! I want to throw an emotional hissy fit the way the Argentines do. I knew it. I felt it. I just didn't want to believe it. The moment I saw the players preparing to go onto the field, still at the dug out, there was something casual and shall I say, carefree about the Germans mood. The Argentines on the other hand looked skittish and tense. It was a feeling easily translated from the screen to the viewer. I felt a chill in my heart, but I tried to shake off my ALWAYS accurate hunch that the results would disappoint me. And so it has. As Melinda Gordon would always say, I think I have a gift. I have good forecasts into things that could happen. Say, my friend asks if her perpetually postponed trip overseas will finally come through this time, I can tell her based on my hunch. As a matter of fact, my hunches have always been spot on. So you can imagine how unhappy I was to be feeling that muthereffin hunch on the Arg v Ger match.

I have never rooted for a Euorpean team for the WC, save for Azzurri. My heart has always been with the Asians and the South Americans. The South Americans play football like it was part of their very soul. It is magic to watch them. The Europeans have good control, techniques, and superb talent as well, but, I don't feel anything when they play. I don't know. As for the Asians, the affinity is of course that I am asian as well.

Anyhow, my HUNCH has failed me this time. That's it for me and the world cup. Till next time.

oh life, oh youth

What a day! Had 2 meetings back to back but just glad that other one is over and done with. Tomorrow is supposed to be really hectic again. Fridays in Rustans are terribly hectic that when it's finally time to go home it's like you just finished a 10k marathon or something. Thankfully, the adage is true. You never feel like it's work when you're doing something you love. Thank god I love what I do that I can keep doing this for 8 - 12 hours and still look forward to the next day.

Soooo..in a couple of days I'm turning thirty one. So we do get old. Fascinating. In my youth I felt immortal and impossibly cool. When my parents belted out tunes from their generation I would roll my eyes and think that my music would be cool no matter what era. I'm not so sure now. The fabulous thing about maturity is this confidence that you gain from the passing years. Only Tiger Woods must have this built in confidence that never wavered. Until the scandal that is. Ugh, enough about the birthday. It's gonna happen and I'll just have to get through it.

Very Random. I realized I have been single for 6 years now. WOW. That long, yeah. I'm trying to sort out how I feel about it. I mean, really, honestly, and without bullshit. First thought? I will wait as long as I should, to find someone who complements me, and I, him. I am pleased for everyone who has that special bond with someone but as for me, I continue to wait. My life has always been rich regardless.

More rambling..

I've decided I have more to say, thus a follow-up to my previous entry. I suppose it can be revealed here and now that I am planning a trip to Europe next year. I have a friend based in Morroco and she will be joining me for that delicious sojourn. Top of the list of course is my much awaited and anticipated return to Firenze. I plan to be away for a good 21 days, and 7 days will be for Italy alone. I want to see my friends, visit my school and basically retrace my steps from years back. I wonder how much has changed, or perhaps how much I have changed. I hope to be able to see other parts of Italy but how I can squeeze all of this in 7 days will be a test on my planning skills. In Italy, it will be more like a return home, after being away for so long.

Next stop will be Spain, another place which is etched into my memory and which I promised to go back to. I was hoping to return with a man, but, oh well. This time I want to see Madrid and them Malaga. I was going through the FB photos of one my friends and she had been on a trip to Spain herself, The photos were so beautiful which makes me all the more excited. As an ode to the beauty of one Portuguese man, I must absolutely go to Portugal. Frankly I'm not sure what to expect. Although I know the country being that it's so close to North East Africa has some Moorish influences.

Last stop will be Morroco where my friend is currently based. I will of course HAVE to get on a camel, visit Marrakesh, and try one of those Morrocan spas.

So the plan is to work like hell this year and reward myself for a job well done next year.

Last Saturday I caught myself watching this reality show NYC Prep and damn, however inane that silly show was, I could NOT move from where I was sitting. It's so silly that you just want to stick around and see who's gonna do the next dumb thing, or say the next stupid thing.Those kids live in this mad bubble created by parents who don't give a sh*t. That being said, it's not so bad to have all that for maybe, say, a week in a month. But at the end of it, I would want to go back to my normal life. Hands down.

Another year...

My birthday is coming up pretty soon and as usual I am feeling uneasy about it. I'm trying to figure out where the discomfort is coming from. Do I feel like crap because I'm not where I imagined myself to be or just plain sad about getting old. I'm not really thinking about babies, although this should be a concern I suppose. Maybe it's a question of, am I growing? Am I wiser? Am I better? If I could honestly say that I was, then maybe I wouldn't feel so crappy. I don't know. I'm not really sure. God knows I want to be a better person. I want to do better at my job, work on relationships, share more. So am I better? Perhaps I am. For one thing I am not such a reactive person anymore. I try my best at least. When I think back at my younger self it makes me cringe.

A loooong week.

Some weeks are just more hellishly busy than others and this week is one of them. It's like everyday is packed with things to do, people to meet, reports to finish. Tomorrow there's an Italian Festival event at Rustans Makati and of course we're all required to go. Apart from that we have store visits to do in the morning. On Friday, there's a meeting with top management about something really crucial to Aerosoles. The meeting is supposed to start at 5pm by the way. I can't imagine what time we'll finish. Atleast I'll cap the day by watching the portugal - brazil match at a sports bar where all the expats supposedly go. That should be fun. In other news, Charice Pempengco is joining Glee for one season I think. That's a luck girl right there. Lea Salonga should be given a part too. She's a broadway trained singer and actress, she'd be perfect! Oh I wish I could sing too.

In other, other news. Damn all the South American and Mediterranean soccer players are pretty hot stuff. What I'd give to have a peek inside the men's locker room.

Given the chance, I'd have a look at: ( In random order)

1. Portugal
2. Italy
3. Mexico
4. Argentina
5. Spain
6. Paraguay
7. Uruguay

I mean, even with clothes on, they sizzle already, seriously.