Hengst-ridden

i heart hengst's '40's inspired collection. what fun it would be to work a corporate job looking like this everyday. a girl can dream...

more at http://www.houseofhengst.com/

when will it end?

Top 50 Hottest Sci-Fi Girls

stolen from the biskochong halimaw boys.

Milla Jovovich as Leeloo in Luc Besson's The Fifth Element is the cutest.



But does anyone remember the 80's show V ? I think I was in 1st grade then and it was showing on free TV at Channel 7. Aliens who look like humans eating live rats... love it!! Diana made the list...


I wonder why Sigourney Weaver as Ellen Ripley (Aliens) is just # 49? I thought she was hotter that Princess Leia who's # 1... Oh yeah, male geeks probably made the list and found Ripley at tad too emasculating aheheh.

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Sonnet LVIII

I hope I could sneak this in... I haven't seen Sonnet LVIII perform in ages...

I hope they don't mind me reposting an entry from their myspace blog, I'm not sure who wrote it.

The Beauty Of The AM7 Chord

Remember those times we played our songs and everyone had blank stares? After a song, they would look at each other, say nothing and think "Should we clap?". It seemed like they didn't have any clue of what we were doing. Neither do we. To us though, it was all natural. Broken chords and all. To them, it was otherworldly. But it was fun looking at those bewitched or bothered or bewildered faces.

People called us snobs. Maybe we were. Maybe we knew there were only a few of us like-minded souls. Maybe we felt they wouldn't and/or couldn't interpret the language we spoke. Maybe they couldn't understand why we drown everything in reverb and delay effects. Maybe we knew something that they didn't know about.

We've met friends along the way. We've met people who were like us. And some of them knew our language. And it was the most exciting part of our lives. We shared the same taste in music, films, books, vintage clothing and eighties TV shows. We traded mixtapes and wishlists. We talked about how we felt about people who try to/ couldn't understand what we were into. But of course, our favorite discussions were about people who were "into it" because it sounded "cool". Maybe we really knew something that they didn't know about.

Sometimes we'd like to believe it's the beauty of the AM7 chord.

First Day High

Declan's first day. He took to his new backpack. He proudly wore it and wasn't bothered by the straps like he was before. That morning he was also looking over the boxes and school supplies. He looks old in the pics. More worried and anxious than excited. I think I'm the only one who's excited...



My cousin drove us there. It went as expected. I could hear chairs and tables overturned upstairs and I knew it was him. Both his SPED and ABA teacher said the same things-- that they had a tough time getting him to sit down and do as told. But I mean, give the kid a break. He's been out of school for almost two years, and these are strangers, he needs time to get used to things.... Unfortunately I didn't get pics of him in the classroom. Parents and caregivers had to wait downstairs. At least I had the time to write the summary of some of the cassette interviews.

He had his measurements taken for his uniform and we'll probably get the set by next week. I wanted to accompany him today for his OT, but alas I need to start on the documentary editing plus I have class in the afternoon. My other regret is that I should have gone to SM department store first before National Bookstore. Their outlet in SM Bicutan is horrendous. The office supplies section of the department store had more selections and carried the plain colorful plastic covered notebooks I was looking for. Tsk, I had settled with the typical blue notebooks for his teachers notes. I don't know why I'm making such a fuss. Declan probably doesn't care. I guess parents are like that, they feel that their kids are extensions of themselves and are in effect buying school supplies for themselves.

When you can't say anything nice...

Just pick a card...


I heart the Unmentionables. These cute printed cards by Shineboxprint are something you wish you had handy when in the midst of @#$%@#$% --people.

Hello September

stolen from postsecret

New month, new hurdles. But I'm excited. In my 20's I'd probably wallow in despair and write the sappiest poems and pester old reliables into drinking with me. Now in my 30's, I decided to color-code my calendar and organize my to-do list for the entire month.

stolen from flickr

I bought a bright yellow notebook on the new moon for accounting my expenses. I'm doing 2 government-funded projects, a research fund for a television soap, and my own expenses of course. Last week was a nightmare figuring out how much money I really have and how much I owe the other funds I've been dipping in to. Unless by some stroke of luck I end up marrying an accountant, I have to force myself to balance my own books and never be bankrupt again.



photo credits: kideko, j.crew, wonderboy

Will be shopping for school supplies and little boy clothes later for Declan's first day of school tomorrow. I'm so excited. I wish I had the budget to shop for all these nice things online, but right, now I have to settle for SM.

He's been out of therapy for more than two years. Am such a bad mother for letting myself drown in debt and disillusionment. But things are gonna be different now. He'll by trying out ABA, for the first time and also , he'll be sitting in a SPED class with other kids. Now that's a gigantic leap from the one one therapy he's used to. Other kids... Now that's a bit scary for Declan, he kinda panicked the last time we were in the school for his evaluation. Hopefully he'll get used to it. Eventually, he'll be required to wear a uniform, according to the school admin. A uniform! I think I'm gonna cry...