lazy Sundays
it's been a long while since i've been to the mall on a Sunday. i apparently did not miss anything. in the midst of grocery-shopping and paying for bills, i kept in mind that i had to be home by 8pm.. "Beetlejuice" was going to be shown on HBO, after all.
i've always loved the twistedness of the movie ever since the first time i watched it in grade school. Geena Davis, Alec Baldwin, pre-shoplifting Winona Ryder, Michael Keaton (pre-Batman, i suppose) and the rest of the loveable cast is always a joy to watch, no matter how B-movie the whole thing looks.
and i cannot, for the life of me, turn away from the screen whenever they show the scene when "Day-O" by Harry Belafonte plays, not to mention whenever Winona "dressed-as-a-Sicilian-punk-widow" Ryder appears.
i was trying to convince my two younger siblings to watch its entirety.. sadly, they couldn't keep their concentration on this movie, they found the "scary" scenes boring since it is so evidently fake. the current magic of CGI is making raw, low-budget-but-oh-so-fun movies look bland to the innocent.
i don't care i still love Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice!
* * *
i was anticipating tonight's episode of Miami Ink, whose apprentice artist Yoji is someone i'm totally crushing on recently, when a girlfriend SMSed me, asking where i was. she was apparently in Starbucks GB3 with another girlfriend, "chilling", asking if i was busy.
ignoring Yoji-induced daydreams, i got out of the house to meet up with them. what ensued was a girls-only (no boyfriends/boy toys/gay buddies) tambay time that consisted of uncensored totally-girly bonding. i missed that. as much as i love my boyfriend and my guy friends, it's really different talking to girls about issues you are all going through, experiences you've survived or are planning to do, as well as sex questions and anecdotes that make even the sluttiest person blush in shock.
Sunday night is not the typical time to go out and have a few drinks, but it always depends on the company you keep. these girls, i've only known them for a few months, have proven time and again that they are worth staying close to.
i love my girls, i do.
cheers to estrogen, breasts (or the total lack of it), hips, make-up, shoes, purses, softness, strength that rivals that of body-builders and everything else that makes us WOMEN. we've come a long way, baby.
* * *
oh sure, but i'm still crushing on
yes, Yoji.
i've always loved the twistedness of the movie ever since the first time i watched it in grade school. Geena Davis, Alec Baldwin, pre-shoplifting Winona Ryder, Michael Keaton (pre-Batman, i suppose) and the rest of the loveable cast is always a joy to watch, no matter how B-movie the whole thing looks.
and i cannot, for the life of me, turn away from the screen whenever they show the scene when "Day-O" by Harry Belafonte plays, not to mention whenever Winona "dressed-as-a-Sicilian-punk-widow" Ryder appears.
i was trying to convince my two younger siblings to watch its entirety.. sadly, they couldn't keep their concentration on this movie, they found the "scary" scenes boring since it is so evidently fake. the current magic of CGI is making raw, low-budget-but-oh-so-fun movies look bland to the innocent.
i don't care i still love Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice!
* * *
i was anticipating tonight's episode of Miami Ink, whose apprentice artist Yoji is someone i'm totally crushing on recently, when a girlfriend SMSed me, asking where i was. she was apparently in Starbucks GB3 with another girlfriend, "chilling", asking if i was busy.
ignoring Yoji-induced daydreams, i got out of the house to meet up with them. what ensued was a girls-only (no boyfriends/boy toys/gay buddies) tambay time that consisted of uncensored totally-girly bonding. i missed that. as much as i love my boyfriend and my guy friends, it's really different talking to girls about issues you are all going through, experiences you've survived or are planning to do, as well as sex questions and anecdotes that make even the sluttiest person blush in shock.
Sunday night is not the typical time to go out and have a few drinks, but it always depends on the company you keep. these girls, i've only known them for a few months, have proven time and again that they are worth staying close to.
i love my girls, i do.
cheers to estrogen, breasts (or the total lack of it), hips, make-up, shoes, purses, softness, strength that rivals that of body-builders and everything else that makes us WOMEN. we've come a long way, baby.
* * *
oh sure, but i'm still crushing on
yes, Yoji.