What was the one TV series that was synonymous to my high school life? As in, I won't be able to think of the one without the other? As in, this show made a DIFFERENCE to my life back then.... REMINGTON STEELE....
For some inexplicable reasons, I was so hooked on to this show... illogically enamored with this suave, mysteries, and old movie fan con-artist who assumed into the persona of this fictitious detective called Remington Steele. Maybe because of the girl power Stephanie Zimbalist's character, Laura Holt, was trying to project then. Maybe because Pierce Brosnan was so cool in it. Maybe because I was just a sucker for romantic comedies? Oh well.... ;)
So, how did this show affect my life? Well, for one thing, I always got reprimanded by my teachers, especially my English 3 teacher, during tuesdays. Why? Because the show was on Monday nights and I JUST HAD TO REVIEW AND ANALYZE each episode with my seatmate with nary a thought on the ongoing lesson... hehehehehehe It's a wonder how I passed then. Hey, that's another story....
The best thing that Remington Steele gave to me is my friend. Oh yeah, the friendship started because of that mutual love for this show. Or should I say, television? Anyway, that mutual thing carried us through the years and now we're still watching TV and loving every minute of American Idol! HAHAHAHAHAHA
I'll be right back after the break ;)
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
TANGLED THOUGHTS #01
As I stare at the monitor, I can actually feel how lost I am. It may sound strange that somebody my age could be saying this. But, I really have no idea how I would live my life after I shut this computer down.
It feels like I'm just going around in circle, a vicious circle at that. Did I do something wrong then? Did I turn a wrong turn somewhere? Or maybe I just wasn't a good person that I'm reaping now what I sow?
It feels like I'm just going around in circle, a vicious circle at that. Did I do something wrong then? Did I turn a wrong turn somewhere? Or maybe I just wasn't a good person that I'm reaping now what I sow?
muffled thoughts #05
Thinking about it now, I can't seem to recall what were the shows I was watching during my gradeschool years. Okay, there were some flashbacks of the me singing, Mekanda, Mekanda Robot during Mondays, Daimos' Richard and Erica professing their true and undying love on Tuesdays, of my tummy hurting in uncontrollable laughter everytime Aphrodite A fired her only weapon in Mazinger Z every Wednesdays, my still unanswered question regarding the origin of UFO Grendaizer shown on Thursdays and how I would slip on a catatonic state whenever I started hearing, "Let's Volt In!" in Voltes V on Fridays. Of course, there's also Balatack, Danguard Ace, Jac Q, Star Rangers, etc on other channels.
Strangely enough, even though the administration that time deemed these shows as violent, I found them to be more educational than what are being shown nowadays.
I'll be right back after the break...
Strangely enough, even though the administration that time deemed these shows as violent, I found them to be more educational than what are being shown nowadays.
I'll be right back after the break...
Monday, April 18, 2005
muffled thoughts #04
A college professor once asked me how many hours do i spend watching TV. hmmmm.... I was kindah taken aback because a dilemma was presented to me. Where should I start counting: the moment I turned on the TV or the moment I actually sat down in front of it and started watching?
For most of my life, TV has always played a major role. No offense meant to my parents, but I learned my ABCs and 123s from Sesame Street. Ernie and Bert patiently taught me phonetics, Grover introduced me to the people in the neighborhood, the Count made me enjoy (well not that much, to be honest! hehehehehe) the numbers and, I think, I really owed my grouchiness to Oscar. Seriously, TV helped shape the person I am today.
I'll be back after the break ;)
For most of my life, TV has always played a major role. No offense meant to my parents, but I learned my ABCs and 123s from Sesame Street. Ernie and Bert patiently taught me phonetics, Grover introduced me to the people in the neighborhood, the Count made me enjoy (well not that much, to be honest! hehehehehe) the numbers and, I think, I really owed my grouchiness to Oscar. Seriously, TV helped shape the person I am today.
I'll be back after the break ;)
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Last Song Syndrome
A couple of weeks back, I got to listen to Carrie Underwood's cover of "Could've Been" during the American Idol Semi-Finals. After that time, I just can't get the song out of my head. It keeps on playing over and over and over and I unconsciously sing along with it. Maybe I was reflecting on a lot of "could've beens"? hehehehehehehe
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
muffled thoughts #03
A while back, a couple of words were associated with my person, "kindred spirits" and "paranoia."
I do know the saying, "no man is an island," and I do believe that it is an impossibility for a person to not need anyone at some point in his life. But I do have my (unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you would look at it, more than) fair share of battles (hey, I have been attempting to discover my purpose in life for the past years, so, naturally, there have been a lot of differences, misunderstanding and utter chaos in my life along the way) and when it comes to the inevitable confrontations, I can stand on my own, thank you very much. I am not denying nor belittling the support that my so-called kindred spirits willingly offer and extend to me. However, I definitely won’t nor intentionally influence anybody to take my side. It’s really sad to be accused of brainwashing people to be my friends, especially when those who were actively doing the finger pointing didn’t have an iota of a clue as to who I am.
Admittedly, I am not a social person and I do prefer to stay within the solitary confines of my shell instead of going out and be all bubbly and friendly. Only a handful of people can say with all honesty that they know me and that’s only those whom I allow. Thus, I find it an insult not only to me personally but also to my alleged kindred spirits. Why can’t these people just shut their sanctimonious mouths and step down from their pedestal of self-righteousness? Then, maybe their view of what reality is will be clearer that way. Sometimes, the accusations you carelessly hurl at others may well be the very ones you have been hiding from all your life.
Okay, at some point, I did become paranoid. Well, who wouldn’t be when every word you said and those you didn’t even think of saying were all misconstrued to be liberally laced with malice? All my views had been tagged as wicked and it wouldn’t be a surprise if I had been referred to as THE bitch. Strong language? Maybe….. But the pitying looks weren’t exactly pitiful and the commiseration wasn’t at all sympathetic. I had been proclaimed as the most evil person to my face.
For a while, I did give in to self-pity. It wasn’t easy when you got shot continuously at all four corners. You’d be inclined to think the worst of everybody and everything as well. But, luckily for me, my so-called kindred spirits never leave me alone to drown on my supposed sorrows. With a lot of patience and a number of magic tricks up their sleeves, they had managed to pry open my eyes to the truth that I need not trouble myself with how these people perceived me to be, as long as the people that matter know the real me. I need not worry myself on how these people will react to what I say or do, as long as the people that matter can see what it is really in my heart. Reputation, still, is important, of course, but I won’t waste my time anymore trying to please those people who never give chances to others. Let them lock themselves away in their puny cell of self-importance while I stretch out my wings as far as I can.
It may sound strange to some but I’m actually grateful to these people. In their misguided way, they have given me the rare chance to know myself and my so-called kindred spirits. They may have won the first round but I will win the fight.
I do know the saying, "no man is an island," and I do believe that it is an impossibility for a person to not need anyone at some point in his life. But I do have my (unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you would look at it, more than) fair share of battles (hey, I have been attempting to discover my purpose in life for the past years, so, naturally, there have been a lot of differences, misunderstanding and utter chaos in my life along the way) and when it comes to the inevitable confrontations, I can stand on my own, thank you very much. I am not denying nor belittling the support that my so-called kindred spirits willingly offer and extend to me. However, I definitely won’t nor intentionally influence anybody to take my side. It’s really sad to be accused of brainwashing people to be my friends, especially when those who were actively doing the finger pointing didn’t have an iota of a clue as to who I am.
Admittedly, I am not a social person and I do prefer to stay within the solitary confines of my shell instead of going out and be all bubbly and friendly. Only a handful of people can say with all honesty that they know me and that’s only those whom I allow. Thus, I find it an insult not only to me personally but also to my alleged kindred spirits. Why can’t these people just shut their sanctimonious mouths and step down from their pedestal of self-righteousness? Then, maybe their view of what reality is will be clearer that way. Sometimes, the accusations you carelessly hurl at others may well be the very ones you have been hiding from all your life.
Okay, at some point, I did become paranoid. Well, who wouldn’t be when every word you said and those you didn’t even think of saying were all misconstrued to be liberally laced with malice? All my views had been tagged as wicked and it wouldn’t be a surprise if I had been referred to as THE bitch. Strong language? Maybe….. But the pitying looks weren’t exactly pitiful and the commiseration wasn’t at all sympathetic. I had been proclaimed as the most evil person to my face.
For a while, I did give in to self-pity. It wasn’t easy when you got shot continuously at all four corners. You’d be inclined to think the worst of everybody and everything as well. But, luckily for me, my so-called kindred spirits never leave me alone to drown on my supposed sorrows. With a lot of patience and a number of magic tricks up their sleeves, they had managed to pry open my eyes to the truth that I need not trouble myself with how these people perceived me to be, as long as the people that matter know the real me. I need not worry myself on how these people will react to what I say or do, as long as the people that matter can see what it is really in my heart. Reputation, still, is important, of course, but I won’t waste my time anymore trying to please those people who never give chances to others. Let them lock themselves away in their puny cell of self-importance while I stretch out my wings as far as I can.
It may sound strange to some but I’m actually grateful to these people. In their misguided way, they have given me the rare chance to know myself and my so-called kindred spirits. They may have won the first round but I will win the fight.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
muffled thoughts #02
I am scared of change. Ever since I can remember, change is the one thing I avoid at all cost. I am very much aware though that the only thing permanent in this life is change. Still, I can't find the strength to face that reality.
I shiver at the thought. I tremble at the notion. I quiver at the idea. I teeter at the fear.
Now, I am standing at, yet, another crossroad in my life, I don't know what to do. I don't know if I can accept what the future will bring.
Yes, I admit I am a coward. I know I am a coward. Trust me, I am a coward.
I shiver at the thought. I tremble at the notion. I quiver at the idea. I teeter at the fear.
Now, I am standing at, yet, another crossroad in my life, I don't know what to do. I don't know if I can accept what the future will bring.
Yes, I admit I am a coward. I know I am a coward. Trust me, I am a coward.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
TANGLED DREAMS
When you're teetering in the mouth
of what appears to be hell,
nothing is more alive
but the beating of your heart.
Regret tastes so real
that you won't notice the tears
generously streaming down your face
and reminding you on what you have been.
Ambitions didn't matter anymore
with damnation holding out its manacles
and, yet, there's a glimmer of hope
with salvation trying to grope out of the dark.
Is it fate or is it man?
Is it a reality or is it a game?
Will I wake from a nightmare
or actually live in a bad dream?
of what appears to be hell,
nothing is more alive
but the beating of your heart.
Regret tastes so real
that you won't notice the tears
generously streaming down your face
and reminding you on what you have been.
Ambitions didn't matter anymore
with damnation holding out its manacles
and, yet, there's a glimmer of hope
with salvation trying to grope out of the dark.
Is it fate or is it man?
Is it a reality or is it a game?
Will I wake from a nightmare
or actually live in a bad dream?
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