*fangasm*
Smallville this week simultaneously pissed me off, made me cry, and absolutely killed ANY joy I have for my ex-favorite TV pairing. The show's never been any kind of genius, but I had no idea they could pull off THIS MUCH STUPID. Ugh ugh ugh. It's all just so horrible, and no number of good fics/episode highlights/positive meta can make me feel any better. :( :( :( I never thought any show could screw me over like this, but it's happened. Everything is ruined. I now have lost all faith. DAMMIT.
I wish I never got into this show. I wish I never watched 8x11-8x13. And I truly, truly wish that I had no inclination to watch 8x14. Unfortunately, morbid curiosity and a strong sense of masochism will drive me to download and cringe through the whole 40-odd minutes. Thank God for Bones and Grey's Anatomy next week - after the sure disaster that will be Smallville, I'm sure they will cheer me up somehow.
For now, though, I am frustrated. Devastated. Inconsolable. Sigh. :(
**
Anyway, on to happier thoughts. I haven't really been able to hunker down and spend quality time with the internet since Wednesday night. That's because of a number of awesome things that happened to me this week, including (but not limited to) watching Dulaang UP's presentation of Atang with Michi and Kaye, a food-filled sleepover with the bitches, a PMHS event on Friday afternoon, a free clinic in Bataan that had me leaving the house at 5AM on Saturday, and spending about 5 hours in the same space as my bestest friend in the universe. Great times. :)
The ABSOLUTE BEST PART of the week, of the year, of my entire fangirl-y life was this:
That's Kaye, Michi, me and LEA FREAKING SALONGA. OhmyGod. We met up with Mael outside the theater after the sheer awesomeness that was Atang, when suddenly we saw her standing off to one side, talking to other theater greats like Audie Gemora, Felix Rivera, Franco Laurel, etc etc. We all freaked out and sidled up to ask for a picture. Just... HOLY CRAP. I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE STARSTRUCK IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE. Please ignore the stupid face I'm making in the picture - Mael unfortunately caught the exact moment that I let out an uncomfortable laugh at what seemed to be Michi's malfunctioning camera phone. I DON'T EVEN CARE. WE MET LEA SALONGA AND WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE.
Michi obligingly fiddled with the picture to make it a lot less hideous, and even made my newest default icon. \:D/ Awesome, awesome, awesome times. We went out of Palma Hall,n freaked out all the way to Rustan's and then Mael's house, and giggled/squeed/pinched ourselves half the night. GUH. At one point I was shaking with pure GLEE, and I was just rubbing my temples the whole trip home. I could not believe that it happened. Just... wow. WOW.
Random thought: I am completely sure that no boy/guy/man in my future life will make me as happy as that encounter made me. Kaye thinks so too. That's a little sad, but there it is. Whatevs, I'm so glad I have theater to bring me this kind of joy. :)
**
It's going to be an incredibly short and VERY busy month. Org duties literally every Saturday and Monday; regular school stuff that involve exams, papers, reports; twenty-eight days of running around being busy-busy-busy... but also bare by blueREP WOOHOO! \:D/ The one bright side to this hell month, and I cannot wait for it. That will be followed by Spelling Bee (which Felix Rivera himself told us to watch! ASKJ';J;KJSDF;J;SFJ) in March, and then we have all these lovely plans for summer vacation. ♥ Whee!
But for now, work. I know I'll get through this, it's just a matter of how much damage will be done to my sanity. :P Good luck to all.
**
Whatever we learn has a purpose and whatever we do affects everything and everyone else, if even in the tiniest way. Why, when a housefly flaps his wings, a breeze goes round the world; when a speck of dust falls to the ground, the entire planet weighs a little more; and when you stamp your foot, the earth moves slightly off its course. Whenever you laugh, gladness spreads like the ripples in a pond; and whenever you're sad, no one anywhere can be really happy. And it's much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer.
It is no more important to count the sands than it is to name the stars.
-- The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Jester
I wish I never got into this show. I wish I never watched 8x11-8x13. And I truly, truly wish that I had no inclination to watch 8x14. Unfortunately, morbid curiosity and a strong sense of masochism will drive me to download and cringe through the whole 40-odd minutes. Thank God for Bones and Grey's Anatomy next week - after the sure disaster that will be Smallville, I'm sure they will cheer me up somehow.
For now, though, I am frustrated. Devastated. Inconsolable. Sigh. :(
**
Anyway, on to happier thoughts. I haven't really been able to hunker down and spend quality time with the internet since Wednesday night. That's because of a number of awesome things that happened to me this week, including (but not limited to) watching Dulaang UP's presentation of Atang with Michi and Kaye, a food-filled sleepover with the bitches, a PMHS event on Friday afternoon, a free clinic in Bataan that had me leaving the house at 5AM on Saturday, and spending about 5 hours in the same space as my bestest friend in the universe. Great times. :)
The ABSOLUTE BEST PART of the week, of the year, of my entire fangirl-y life was this:
That's Kaye, Michi, me and LEA FREAKING SALONGA. OhmyGod. We met up with Mael outside the theater after the sheer awesomeness that was Atang, when suddenly we saw her standing off to one side, talking to other theater greats like Audie Gemora, Felix Rivera, Franco Laurel, etc etc. We all freaked out and sidled up to ask for a picture. Just... HOLY CRAP. I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE STARSTRUCK IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE. Please ignore the stupid face I'm making in the picture - Mael unfortunately caught the exact moment that I let out an uncomfortable laugh at what seemed to be Michi's malfunctioning camera phone. I DON'T EVEN CARE. WE MET LEA SALONGA AND WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE.
Michi obligingly fiddled with the picture to make it a lot less hideous, and even made my newest default icon. \:D/ Awesome, awesome, awesome times. We went out of Palma Hall,n freaked out all the way to Rustan's and then Mael's house, and giggled/squeed/pinched ourselves half the night. GUH. At one point I was shaking with pure GLEE, and I was just rubbing my temples the whole trip home. I could not believe that it happened. Just... wow. WOW.
Random thought: I am completely sure that no boy/guy/man in my future life will make me as happy as that encounter made me. Kaye thinks so too. That's a little sad, but there it is. Whatevs, I'm so glad I have theater to bring me this kind of joy. :)
**
It's going to be an incredibly short and VERY busy month. Org duties literally every Saturday and Monday; regular school stuff that involve exams, papers, reports; twenty-eight days of running around being busy-busy-busy... but also bare by blueREP WOOHOO! \:D/ The one bright side to this hell month, and I cannot wait for it. That will be followed by Spelling Bee (which Felix Rivera himself told us to watch! ASKJ';J;KJSDF;J;SFJ) in March, and then we have all these lovely plans for summer vacation. ♥ Whee!
But for now, work. I know I'll get through this, it's just a matter of how much damage will be done to my sanity. :P Good luck to all.
**
Whatever we learn has a purpose and whatever we do affects everything and everyone else, if even in the tiniest way. Why, when a housefly flaps his wings, a breeze goes round the world; when a speck of dust falls to the ground, the entire planet weighs a little more; and when you stamp your foot, the earth moves slightly off its course. Whenever you laugh, gladness spreads like the ripples in a pond; and whenever you're sad, no one anywhere can be really happy. And it's much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer.
It is no more important to count the sands than it is to name the stars.
-- The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Jester