June 22, 2008 at 6:11 pm | Filed under screen queen
Over a year after being canceled, I finally got around to watching the last ten episodes of Veronica Mars’ final season. Quite honestly, the show has left me feeling like a mopey kid— I actually teared up when Albert Hammond’s It Never Rains In Southern California played as Veronica walked away in the rain and the scene faded out (naturally, my hatred for the CW was rekindled. Fangirls never get over these things, really).
But what ultimately crushed my heart is seeing Logan and Veronica dating other people (and Parker and Piz, of all people! Parker reminded me too much of Meg Manning and Piz is just so bland and boring. Emotional bad boys over music elitist slash radio geeks any day, please) and not getting back together. There is no love more epic than my favorite TV supercouple’s— it was the kind of love I once coveted— and it’s just not right that it had to end that way. It would be silly and futile to rant about that, though, so I leave you with two video clips.
Their first kiss (I still tear up and get giddy):
Veronica and Piz kiss at a party Logan threw for Parker (my heart, it stopped):
It dawned on me today that I haven’t been reading much lately. In fact and to be exact, I haven’t read a single book AT ALL since I moved in with my folks last March. Instead of beating myself up over this absolutely unforgivable disservice to my brain or coming up with a handful of excuses as to why I’ve devolved into some airhead who thinks Mitch Albom’s The Five Five People You Meet In Heaven is the apex of literature (for the record: I don’t), I decided to just grab Catherine Liu’s Oriental Girls Desire Romance (which I began reading months ago), curl up in bed, and devote the next couple of hours to reading.
Uh-oh. No coffee. More importantly, no cigarettes. It may seem silly to you— and this is the part of me I’d love to see led out behind the barn one night and shot— but I’ve been conditioned to only be able to work properly when I have a constant supply of caffeine and nicotine coursing through my, uh, veins (alcohol helps a whole lot, too, sometimes). Sure, reading non-fiction doesn’t really count as “work”, especially when there is no book review to be written afterwards; but reading requires brain activity and some level of reflection and rumination. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I am even more stupid without my socially-accepted drugs.
Book in hand, I left my room and plopped down on the couch beside my mom. That proved to not be the brightest of ideas because as soon as I sat down and folded my legs beneath me, Pinoy Big Brother Teens came on and my mom told me to go online and vote for this dude.
My face, it went like this: -_-
Things that kept me from getting any actual reading done:
2. Pinoy Big Brother Teens and how the more I try to wrap my head around it, the more hopeless the general Filipino public seems to me.
3. Finding a place. Here’s the deal: I live ridiculously far from the city and three months of _this_ is really all I can take. The plan is for my older brother and I to get a place together near his school. I gave my mom our options: a 2-bedroom unit in Cubao, Anonas, Sikatuna Village, or Katipunan/Loyola Heights (I really really want to move back to my comfort zone).
Currently, I am going through the ads on Buy and Sell Philippines and Sulit.Com.Ph and while this isn’t exactly torture (I actually like e-hunting for apartments), I am quite the frustrated kitty. Is it truly possible to not be able to google a place/address? More importantly, do I really want to live in a street, area, or building that cannot be found on Wikimaps?
Sad kitty eats Oreo cookie now:
If by any chance you’re from North Carolina (huhlolz. But at least that’s on Wikimaps *grumble*), check out NC health insurance.
May 15, 2008 at 12:41 am | Filed under screen queen
Now I know that I am some days late; I hail from the wonderful wonderful Third World. Thank god for torrents. Moving on.
First, I am absolutely pleased at the obvious absence of little J in this episode. I have never liked her character and episode 16— All About My Brother— was by far the sweetest episode, in terms of girly evil and pwnage (Team Blair!).
Come to think of it: I dislike all Humphries, Rufus being the most tolerable of all three. In episode 17, Lonely Boy Dan (aka New York’s finest judgmental prick) makes a good job of showing just how stupid he is. Look at it this way: Vanessa, who is only Dan’s best friend, warns him about Sarah/Georgina. If there were any more to Dan than academic smarts, he’d have, I don’t know, listened to Vanessa and been wary of G, right? Wrong.
What Doofus Dan does is to completely soak up G’s sob story about some crazy ex of hers and how she’s been falling for him ever since the day they met. Awww. He then invites G to go find “a quiet place” where they “can talk”. It is not surprising that G kisses Dan, AND BECAUSE HE IS A STUPID STUPID BOY, I wasn’t surprised at all when he initiated the second kiss. And he was sober, too! A broken heart is not an excuse, Lonely Boy. He totally deserves to be duped by the psychotic Georgina Sparks.
I found Serena extremely taxing this episode, and all I could think about is how much I wanted to bonk her in the head with something very very painful. I gathered from the last episode that the sex tape slash murder that she was involved in couldn’t be that bad. It wasn’t, and she confronts the dead dude’s parents off screen. In the Upper East Side, explaining things to the boy you love trumps murder and all that jazz, kids. I’ve seen the trailer for the season finale (Much I Do About Nothing) and I’m happy that Serena has finally found the guts to speak to Georgina in a non-soppy, non-sissy manner (Doofus Dan actually had to restrain her!).
After several episodes, we finally get to see Blair, Chuck, Nate, and Serena together again. I shit you not when I say that my heart swelled when all four of them were in the Waldorf penthouse. Blair shows just what an awesome and dependable friend she is; she’s finally gotten over herself. I love love love! that part where they were all trying to convince S to tell them what was happening by giving examples of how none of them are saints.
Blair: With vomit hair, making out with investment bankers in the men’s room at PJ Clark’s…you don’t have to hide anything from us. Nate: Blah blah blah, look at how pretty I am, but I do bad things, too. Blair: *points to Chuck* Yeah, I had sex with him in the back of a limo. Chuck: Several times. Nate: I had sex with you at a wedding, while I was her date. *looks at Chuck* Once. Blair: *gives Chuck this look of pure cuteness*
Chuck: I’m Chuck Bass.
And then there was this part:
: What’s gotten into you?
BLUCK/CHAIR, yes??? ♥♥♥
What I didn’t like about the episode: Rufus and Lily…kissing!
Overall, it was a good episode and I can’t wait for the season finale where I am hoping that, in the name of all things good, holy, and sacred, Blair will unleash all her evil on Georgina. As lover said re: Blair, after seeing GG16: can’t fuck with the heavy guns.
April 5, 2008 at 4:03 am | Filed under screen queen
But first: POP QUIZ! Say, you live in the boondocks that is Antipolo and you’re set to watch a musical at 8pm in a faraway place called Makati. You have to be there 730ish, for a group picture of sorts. Question: what time do you have to leave home to be able to make it on time?
a) Hmm. 6pm-ish? An hour and a half should be enough. I mean, Makati isn’t really that far-faraway. Heck, travel time on a good day takes about 30-45 minutes.
b) TRY THE DAY BEFORE BECAUSE EVERYTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG WILL GO WRONG. Like, construction along C5 that will make the hellish commute last an unnecessary hour longer.
About a month ago, I got an invitation to watch Repertory Philippines‘ local production of Altar Boyz. A quick search on Wikipedia and I was armed with all the information I needed: Altar Boyz “is a musical comedy about a fictitious Christian boy band from Ohio. It addresses and satirizes, among other things, the phenomenon of boy bands, the popularity of Christian-themed music and products in contemporary American culture.”
Huh. Boybands + religion + indifferent atheist me. Should be interesting.
Last Thursday night, no thanks to the goddamn traffic, I was an hour late for the Manila leg of their Raise The Praise tour (the musical-play is acted out as a concert and the boys are there to sing and save the lost souls in the audience). After managing to find a seat in the dark (the theater was full!), I sat down next to this smelly stranger just in time for the fourth to the last song.
What I loved most about the musical (besides it being witty and hilarious) was— in true boyband fashion— the stereotyping of the band members ( I’m a huge fan of stereotypes and mainly for retarded reasons). The Altar Boyz consists of Matthew, the group’s crucifix-donning leader; Mark, the effeminate dude in pink (prompting the standard “Is he gay?” question); Juan, (to borrow Fritz’s words) the Latin flavor; Abraham, the Jewish dude; and Luke, the pretty-but-dumb badass (my favorite character because it is played by Reuben Uy hotness).
I suck, I know, and I’ll be watching it again. I was thoroughly entertained by the little that I saw of it (the singing! The dancing! The script! The punchlines! The drama!), and as Fritz said: the audience was in stitches from start to end. I’m not about to start listening to Christian pop, though. Heh.
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Altar Boyz is directed by Chari Arespacochaga and stars PJ Valerio, Red Concepcion, Chevy Mercado, Reb Atadero, and Reuben Uy. The musical-play is scheduled to run from April 3 to April 27, 2008 at the Onstage Theater (2/F) Greenbelt 1. Shows are on Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm with Saturday and Sunday matinees at 330pm. Tickets are at P 550.00 (gold, reserved seating), P 350.00 (free seating), and P 250.00 (free seating).
For tickets, reservations, and information call the Rep office at 8870710 or Ticketworld at 891999. You may also log on to www.repertory-philippines.com or www.ticketworld.com.ph. Tickets are also available at the REP office located at 2316 Pasong Tamo Extension, Makati City and at the gate before every performance.
To reserve Altar Boyz GOLD tickets for the 26 April Saturday 3.30pm show, please contact Lorna Lopez thru:
(Globe) 0917.9256505
(Sun) 0922.3875729
(email) cranegoddesscorp at gmail dot com
Me and my propensity to obsess over drama-filled “reality” tv shows, particularly those of the California-set variety (I guess those Upper East Siders are too classy to air out their dirt to the whole world via MTV). Tuesday morning, I saw myself shoving half a chocolate mousse cake (not half a slice of cake but HALF A FUCKING CAKE) down my throat while bitching about Spencer Pratt’s teeth. I’ve never been so far away from Hollywood.
Can I just say that my heart swells every time I see The Hills’ opening sequence and hear the opening theme (Natasha Bedingfield’s Unwritten, which is my #1 Feel Good song). Especially that bit when it’s ending and the title scene glitters and sparkles on to the screen? This one?
Oh, the giddies.
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Last Sunday, I dragged lover to Linden Suites for my college block’s yearly Christmas party. Technically, because I shifted out of Development Studies my senior year, they’re not my blockmates and they all really secretly hate me and probably a bunch of them made bets amongst each other that I’d end up pregnant or with an STD or stricken with cirrhosis or dead two point three months after leaving the hallways of Miriam College, but Clem begged me to show my fat face. And who am I to turn down an invitation to get hammered on a Sunday (or ANY day, for that matter)?
Unfortunately, I was sick for the most part of last week (upper respiratory tract infection, acute tonsilitis, fever, chills, a cough that wouldn’t quit, a dot that came five days late) and there were no boys to seduce (save for lover and well, he needs no seducing) so I pretty much behaved myself the whole night.
I AM HOLDING A MUG OF COFFEE WHILE LOOKING RETARDED!!!
(STFU ABOUT MY AZN BOOBS. LOVER CALLING ME EXPOSURE QUEEN IS ENOUGH)
Three things I learned that night:
1. Most of my batchmates are in Law school and they’re all losing weight. They suck.
2. One of us got knocked up.
3. My favorite professor gave one of the students from the batch before us syphillis.
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I hate my job and my antibiotics. Still not in a blogging mood.
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: What’s gotten into you?
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
