lovestreak
to sum things up, the bliss is more than enough these past couple of days!
getting 98% on our research paper defense -- the source of mega-stressful madness has finally disappeared!
seeing my crush this morning (R?) -- i've always said it was destiny! i'm so in loooove :P
and this one below:
the story goes...
it so happened that i was checking my gmail account (which i hardly use, because i don't even give my address away) today, and imagine my surprise when i saw i had mail -- from the Sony Ericsson people!
flashback to...
December 21 friday afternoon, when i got hold of the Philippine Daily Inquirer's Dec 19 paper, with the Lifestyle 2bu! section. (that was the weekly youth section that got my "Vertical Challenge" published) ... they had a feature on the new Sony Ericsson walkman phones, and a contest was open and they were giving away the phones! the task was like: share an experience you've got with music while commuting / on the road. make it funny and thoughtful, and you win! deadline is December 22 midnight --- i have only hours left to join!
being the consummate join-er that i am, i grabbed a pen and paper and started squeezing my brains out, thinking about all my commuting heaven and hell. i wasn't even in the house that time, so when i got home that evening, i zoomed to the computer and banged away what was supposed to be my entry. it's funny i rode the usual public bus that night, only giving me much more food for thought. (90.7 Love Radio, anyone?)
so i sent in my entry at about 10:40pm of Dec 21. whew!
and so...
the email i got:
----
what got me in there...
My entry:
"Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan???" would definitely be one of the numerous cacophonic greetings I endure in my daily travels. As a certified public commuter, I've been on every PUV known to man -- whether gamely clinging to my dear life while standing on a bus headed to Quiapo; insisting that I'm a student and asking for proper change inside the chintzy contours of a jeep; or zooming "Amazing Race"-style as the doors of the last tram to Central Station closes. Ah, the life.
And more often than not, bad music blares in these instances in the not-so-distant background. It's like the "Soundtrack to Dante's Divine Comedy"... either it's some novelty song or a hit dance tune, or a resurrected Air Supply ballad, or an 80's one-hit-wonder plucked from obscurity; or karaoke staples; or heaven forbid -- that boy band ditty that brings back embarrassing memories of how you once sang that like crazy and you so wanted to have Nick's/Justin's/Shane's/Michael's babies. (Who's Michael? Oh, Michael Learns To Rock!). But of course, I'm exaggerating. Sometimes I couldn't help bobbing my head ang sing "Like a Rose" as the little old lady sitting beside me starts giving me weird looks as if I was an incarnation of "Groupies Gone Wild". Sorry, ma'am.
So whenever my MP3 player (the one with a ridiculously short life span of 3 hours daily) permits me, I'd plug it in my ears to beat the morning discordance. Songs like Petula Clark's "Downtown", The Beatles' "Come Together", Michael Bublé's "Everything" and Norah Jones' "Come Away With Me" undeniably gives me a feel-good nudge to start the day right. I'll take 'em over "Papaya" any given second.
But if you start boxing me into Little Miss Sunshine, hmmm... not quite right. I'm Easy Listening Dudette by day, Angsty Teenager (I was still nineteen 16 days ago) by mid-afternoon. Blame it on screwed-up tests, the dread of the next-round exams, the drollness of my non-existent lovelife, the hunger pangs that accompany my already-weary mood... and another round of "Hi pangga!!!" as I ride my way home. As The Player Currently Known As pudPod lapses into a coma and calls it a day, my brain sets into autoplay a repertoire of Muse, Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, Coldplay, Maroon 5, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, et al. I'd like to drown out the noise, the smog & the sweat and get myself into an pop-rock state of mind. Though it doesn't help when the bus' speaker system is right under your seat that you can't help but give the schtick up...
If there's one song I'd choose as my ultimate road trip soundtrack, it's none other than "Two Of Us" by Aimee Mann & Michael Penn. It's light on the ears, a mix of classic and folk, and gives you the sense that everything will fall into place. Two of us -- a friend, a relative, or just me and my thoughts -- and the optimism of finding happiness. We're on our way home.
Getting to your destination is only half the journey... you must learn to love it too.
P.S. I just came home from a medley of "That's Why You Go Away", "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and "Charing"!
PLEASE SAVE MEEEEEE!!!!
===
aftershock:
i honestly didn't expect winning anymore. i wasn't aware of any notification, so i gave up on it. i even threw the newspaper clipping of that contest (last month, while in a state of depression :'( .. )
in a serendipitous state of events, one good thing led to another, and here i am believing again in the power of attraction, haha. sometimes it takes a big bang on the head to tell you that you still got to believe in yourself! miracles do happen! hallelujah! :)
(don't mind me, i'm drooling. rambling here makes me feel better, other than bouncing like a maniac around the house!)
i'm still a mess. a happy mess. i think i'll be picking the prize up with my dad tomorrow! and when that happens, i'd better gather myself and feel like a million! thank God i'm still a lucky girl!
advanced happy hearts' day!
the story goes...
it so happened that i was checking my gmail account (which i hardly use, because i don't even give my address away) today, and imagine my surprise when i saw i had mail -- from the Sony Ericsson people!
flashback to...
December 21 friday afternoon, when i got hold of the Philippine Daily Inquirer's Dec 19 paper, with the Lifestyle 2bu! section. (that was the weekly youth section that got my "Vertical Challenge" published) ... they had a feature on the new Sony Ericsson walkman phones, and a contest was open and they were giving away the phones! the task was like: share an experience you've got with music while commuting / on the road. make it funny and thoughtful, and you win! deadline is December 22 midnight --- i have only hours left to join!
being the consummate join-er that i am, i grabbed a pen and paper and started squeezing my brains out, thinking about all my commuting heaven and hell. i wasn't even in the house that time, so when i got home that evening, i zoomed to the computer and banged away what was supposed to be my entry. it's funny i rode the usual public bus that night, only giving me much more food for thought. (90.7 Love Radio, anyone?)
so i sent in my entry at about 10:40pm of Dec 21. whew!
and so...
the email i got:
----
what got me in there...
My entry:
"Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan???" would definitely be one of the numerous cacophonic greetings I endure in my daily travels. As a certified public commuter, I've been on every PUV known to man -- whether gamely clinging to my dear life while standing on a bus headed to Quiapo; insisting that I'm a student and asking for proper change inside the chintzy contours of a jeep; or zooming "Amazing Race"-style as the doors of the last tram to Central Station closes. Ah, the life.
And more often than not, bad music blares in these instances in the not-so-distant background. It's like the "Soundtrack to Dante's Divine Comedy"... either it's some novelty song or a hit dance tune, or a resurrected Air Supply ballad, or an 80's one-hit-wonder plucked from obscurity; or karaoke staples; or heaven forbid -- that boy band ditty that brings back embarrassing memories of how you once sang that like crazy and you so wanted to have Nick's/Justin's/Shane's/Michael's babies. (Who's Michael? Oh, Michael Learns To Rock!). But of course, I'm exaggerating. Sometimes I couldn't help bobbing my head ang sing "Like a Rose" as the little old lady sitting beside me starts giving me weird looks as if I was an incarnation of "Groupies Gone Wild". Sorry, ma'am.
So whenever my MP3 player (the one with a ridiculously short life span of 3 hours daily) permits me, I'd plug it in my ears to beat the morning discordance. Songs like Petula Clark's "Downtown", The Beatles' "Come Together", Michael Bublé's "Everything" and Norah Jones' "Come Away With Me" undeniably gives me a feel-good nudge to start the day right. I'll take 'em over "Papaya" any given second.
But if you start boxing me into Little Miss Sunshine, hmmm... not quite right. I'm Easy Listening Dudette by day, Angsty Teenager (I was still nineteen 16 days ago) by mid-afternoon. Blame it on screwed-up tests, the dread of the next-round exams, the drollness of my non-existent lovelife, the hunger pangs that accompany my already-weary mood... and another round of "Hi pangga!!!" as I ride my way home. As The Player Currently Known As pudPod lapses into a coma and calls it a day, my brain sets into autoplay a repertoire of Muse, Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, Coldplay, Maroon 5, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, et al. I'd like to drown out the noise, the smog & the sweat and get myself into an pop-rock state of mind. Though it doesn't help when the bus' speaker system is right under your seat that you can't help but give the schtick up...
If there's one song I'd choose as my ultimate road trip soundtrack, it's none other than "Two Of Us" by Aimee Mann & Michael Penn. It's light on the ears, a mix of classic and folk, and gives you the sense that everything will fall into place. Two of us -- a friend, a relative, or just me and my thoughts -- and the optimism of finding happiness. We're on our way home.
Getting to your destination is only half the journey... you must learn to love it too.
P.S. I just came home from a medley of "That's Why You Go Away", "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and "Charing"!
PLEASE SAVE MEEEEEE!!!!
===
aftershock:
i honestly didn't expect winning anymore. i wasn't aware of any notification, so i gave up on it. i even threw the newspaper clipping of that contest (last month, while in a state of depression :'( .. )
in a serendipitous state of events, one good thing led to another, and here i am believing again in the power of attraction, haha. sometimes it takes a big bang on the head to tell you that you still got to believe in yourself! miracles do happen! hallelujah! :)
(don't mind me, i'm drooling. rambling here makes me feel better, other than bouncing like a maniac around the house!)
i'm still a mess. a happy mess. i think i'll be picking the prize up with my dad tomorrow! and when that happens, i'd better gather myself and feel like a million! thank God i'm still a lucky girl!
advanced happy hearts' day!