Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen

OR thank you for this very beautiful song...

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

Bank_job

One of the best films I’ve seen so far this year. There’s a lot of intrigues about this movie because of the historical facts and the involvement of the British Royal Family, but justice was given by Roger Donaldson, director of the movie and by the whole cliquey cast especially Jason Statham who played the main character Terry Leather, head of the thieves who robbed a bank in London and had found out outrageous things aside from the money and jewels. At the outset, the pace was pretty slow but it has the intensifying theme that makes for the best bit ending and the conflicts will definitely smash your attention. The lighting and camera choices made the movie rolled back in 1971. For the plot, just watch the movie, you’ll enjoy it.

Some “Goofs” that you need to watch for:c/o IMBD
...Signs on various shop doors seen in the film advertise that credit cards "Visa" and "Mastercard" are accepted. The name "Visa" was not used for the charge card before 1977 (replacing Barclaycard in the UK); "Mastercard" was "Master Charge" until 1979.
...While at the cocktail party Anthony Johnson's Gunshot is playing in the background, this song didn't exist until 1981.

i'm nobody...

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

I’m no good in terms of poem interpretation, in digging out the gist beneath the lines, the words, and the tone of the speaker. However, this wonderful poem of Emily Dickenson, I’m Nobody! Who are you, had popped into my mind while I was reading the novel of Han Nolan. I first encountered this poem during my elementary grades, wherein we (our class) were given a poem recital. Our teacher had explained all about the poem but I did not get any of her points, I just liked it on how I recite it, the rhyming sounds and how the poem struck me with the style that as if I was talking to myself- me, myself and I only.
Now, at least I’v tried to read between the lines. I’m nobody! Who are you? Contemplating about the first line caused me a long-drawn-out time. I’m nobody. It’s hard to be nobody when society has taught us to be proactive, that proactive are better, the standards, the good, the quality. Throughout my life, I have tried to be somebody, somebody just like my dad, my cousins, my siblings’ playmates, my classmates. I've tried so hard to be somebody just to feel the sense of company and the feeling of being “likeable”. Time has passed so fast, and I didn’t notice that I was acting somebody but in fact, I’m nobody. I sounded like a crazy frog, blabbering just to be part of the crowd, which I didn’t recognize at all, because of that, I lost the sense of distinction, my own sense of distinction. I had the experience of spotlights and the cloud nine of infamy for once or twice (at least) and it made me feel like I was ten feet higher than the ground but then I fell, hard. I remember, my high school friend had told me once that I ‘d have my failed days in due time. Her words were so powerful that now I’m on my trying times, the feeling of the other extreme judging against to feeling I had on the spotlight.
Just lately, I felt “I’m Nobody”, a speck of dirt in the vast universe, floating, living, moving unknowingly, and just nothing. And for once, I felt a warmth despite of being alone, despite of my chilling hands yearning for a hand to clinch on. Somehow, it brought positive things on me, somehow. But I looked on my cell phone, though I haven’t been “loading” for months, messages are still coming out. In that case, I’ve realized something, yes I’m nobody but I’m somebody for the ones who care for me, who still love( i don't know what's the right term) me despite of my blandness. They may not be a coliseum- quantity or can’t even complete a team in number but I know I could count them on my fingers. They exist not only because I think of them because or because I’m somebody but it’s for the reason that their lives are the pieces of my world. I can be somebody for them or just nobody. It’s an opposing standpoint that you’d want to be nobody but you’d also want to be somebody to everyone.

time lag

“Tinubuan n ko ng tlaba dito kakahintay sau” Kim’s contempt statement
“inwaliw mo muna sarili mo” I said
He pulled his hand to get the paper back that I was holding.
“No way, ill give it to you later, gimme a treat for this heavy luggage”
“I think a glass of something is enough. Soda and uhm…with the perfect combi…”
“Hooey, I give up before now.”
“Then just savor the second hand smoke”

We went out of the mall to look for a cafeteria along Araneta Center. Then we stopped on 7eleven.
“Mikki break” (a term we conceived when smoking was still an outlawed in the bounds of our families) he said
“o’right go and get your self the elixir of life” Then my phone rang…
It was my sister, she was just checking out if I still have an allowance. My “ate” always hand me petty bucks to splurge whenever I go out. Sounds ridiculous, I’m no kiddo. lol.
Kim came out from the store with two large tumblers of Slurpee and a pack of cigarette.
“Loko oh, ano toh?” I said in repel
“My treat” he replied scoffing at me
“hoeey, loko oh, I wont give you this” tugging the paper bag before his face.
“I’ll run off with that”
“Sigh! Kuripot”

We continued our walk in the length of Araneta Center and then Kim posed on the flight of steps of a mall. The flashing light of the cars passing by illuminates the area. Kim lit his cigar and leaned back on the wall.
“I guess luck is against you Sunny” he said to me in a flat tone
“Come on, don’t talk like that, you’re shoddier than me” my reply to lighten up his sour start convo.
“That was then, this is now” he replied in a base tone.
“What are you trying to point out?”
“Oi Kalma, ya’ know, we really don’t know what lies ahead right? It’s just funny how you poked fun at me back then and...look at us now!”
I knew exactly what he’s trying to say. He wanted me to think over the things that I did in the past, my cranky attitude and how I treated them shoddily. He is my friend and we both belong in a circle of friends that is full of hullabaloo yet tightly bonded and I guess it is the complexity that made our friendship grows. Kim smiled at me, i got his message. Nothing more to say. It's time for silence.
“My mouth is desert dry and stop the hey you’re talking about. Gimme’ a stick”
Kim handled me a stick of dunhill “You quit aha”
Kim took a long puff and blew the smoke steadily. I watched it swivel and wobbled my hands, puffing on the cigarette he had given me and thinking over what he had said…
The silly things...that knocked me down...

monday na

lol...
be happy...