August 28th, 2004

emma; only girl in the world

Reality Bites

It's been a long time since I've touched the computer, and in my opinion, it's a travesty. Whenever I want to touch it, someone's using the damn thing. All three damn things. Still, I'm very thankful that Pietro finally decided to vacate the one in my dad's room so that I can use it. Sure, I can't download in this one -- my dad hates anything that downloads because he's very paranoid to computers -- and I can't use Yahoo! Messenger either, but it's all good. As long as I can finally hear the sounds of my fingers flitting away on the keyboard.

congratulations 4D! You guys were amazing!

SabPag is finally over. We didn't win. Yeah, it hurt, and I did feel bad because I know how freaking hard we worked on it, but I Section D deserved it. They were definitely the best. It was so obvious from when they entered that they were there to win. Sure enough, they did.

What Section B didn't deserve though, was the very unprofessional announcement from the judges. One day, when we grow up and get invited to become judges in contest we probably think are childish and are a waste of time, always remember the day that judge announced the another winner during a very serious competition. A competition every section had worked their asses off just so they could present something worthy of Sir Sonny B. Santiago's poem.

Seriously. How can you even mention the wrong name? I know that everyone makes mistakes. But goodness, try not making one during this contest. The tension was so thick, you could cut through it with a chainsaw. Nevertheless, I'd like to say that the entire batch did a wonderful job. I watched every section and my jaw dropped each and every time. This should be equal to a freaking exam. We spent so much time and energy on it.

When I got home early that day, it felt good, but I also felt tired. I felt so tired that I dropped dead. And now, back to reality because on Monday, there won't be a SabPag practice to stay for. It will finally dawn on us that it's the last week of IW and I haven't finished a thing, that our write-ups are due -- but thanks to Reggie (I totally feel for you. That copycat doesn't know who she's messing with) I have a few more days to work on it -- first trimestral exams are a week away, and the ACET is so near.

It's back to reality.
emma; only girl in the world

One-Month Boarder

Nelson Moss

Keannu Reeves
so sexy/sweet you'll want to:
take your DMV test one more time just in case he'll be there to drive you home
Sweet November always makes me cry. First of all, because Sara (Charlize Theron) dies. I hate it when the lead character dies. I hate it when any good guy dies to begin with. Second, because I know a guy like Nelson Moss does not exist. Nelson is too sexy. Nelson is also too freaking sweet. What a lethal combination! No wonder Sara died. She didn't think she could match him.

From the moment Nelson appeared in that movie, I knew he was going to do the right thing despite his asshole exterior in the beginning. How sweet of him to take care of her. Sure, it was a bit weird that you suddenly enter someone's life the moment you meet them, but Sara was equally beautiful that I could see how Nelson would get trapped in her spell. I don't blame him though for having second thoughts because it was a bit odd for a woman to be taking in a different guy every month. That can actually equal to prostitution of sorts.

I love the scene where they run with the dogs in the beach. You can really see how Nelson has been transformed from the corporate robot to a warm-blooded human who also happens to look extremely sexy beside drag queens. Nelson was also so sweet and understanding and cool about Sara having drag queen friends. He handled that really well. He was just respectful and courteous enough to them.

He also said the sweetest things to her. I know I must credit the writer, but Nelson delivered it beautifully.

Nelson Moss: You define every law of nature I've ever known.

When is anyone ever going to tell me that? When? Do I really have to be terminally ill before anyone as sweet and as sexy as Nelson will take a look at me and think that? I don't know, but I guess I'm going to have to wait a longer time.

When Nelson and Sara fought, my heart was totally breaking into pieces. They were supposed to be together. My heart felt like it was being stomped on. I was totally bawling when Sara entered her home and there were November calendars all around. Somehow, Nelson redeemed himself to her. That was why I was crushed when they had this conversation:

Sara: What are you doing?
Nelson Moss: Buying redemption.
Sara: Redemption's not for sale today.

I'm selling redemption, Nelson. You can come by anytime.
emma; only girl in the world

One Order of Mutual Frisson for Me and a Smile on the Side

Funny how from no crushes at all, I've got two. I'm seeing one tomorrow. I'm trying to be all cool about it, but I guess I can't be. How can I? He called me this morning. Yes, he called again. But not to say hello. He called to ask about the refresher course. So, I guess I'm his secretary too.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Can't I just experience a little frisson now and then? No, apparently not. Defined as an emotional thrill, frisson can be experienced around someone you fancy. It's of French descent. Only fictional characters get to fall in love with the gorgeous artists like the son of the president of the United States and have them reciprocate their feelings too.

Everything with me is so one-sided. My other crush doesn't even know me. At all. I'm actually content with the situation, because I just like looking from a far with this one. I'm actually happy with the way things are. My stupid smiles when I see him is enough for me. It's funny how okay I am with it. I usually want to get to know the person and all, but with this one, anonymity is just what I want.

A little frisson never hurt. I think I deserve it. Even just a little before I graduate from high school. One moment. Just once. I know they say that good things come to those who wait, but I just think that it will do me good if I had it now. I mean how bad is it to want a little extra inspiration right? Young love was always a fantasy of mine. Now frisson is all I want. And it shouldn't just be coming from me. Hopefully one day, it will be two-sided instead of just one. Mutual frisson.
emma; only girl in the world

Scorching Bailarín

Javier Suarez

Diego Luna
so sexy/sweet you'll want to:
uproot your family to Havana so you can learn a little Latin loving from him
Javier is so freaking sexy! He can dance, he's got the accent, and he's got this innocent boy look going on. Not exactly the most thought-provoking film made, but it does have the sexiest dancing character ever! He can move.

When he's shown in the streets of Havana dancing with little kids and his male friends, he still looks totally sexy! Even as he works as a pool boy at the hotel, his sensitive side is really seen. He's so sweet to Katey even if he's the one who gets into trouble for what she did. Usually, I like the lead girls that are paired to the men in my list, but not this movie. I thought Katey was an undeserving girl to Javier. Javier was so sincere and it was obvious they weren't going to end up together.

I love movies with dancing, so this was no excpetion. Except for my distaste for the lead girl, the movie was surely entertaining. Javier made up for most of it. He looked so good dancing. When they practiced in the bar during the day, I was just so jealous of her. Sure, she could have been uncomfortable with some of the steps, but did she have any idea who she was dancing with? He could well be the sexiest dude in the entire Havana! What was she thinking?

Of course, in the end, she had to leave. You notice how Katey sounds absolutely fine when she has to leave. Javier is devastated. Obviously, he was the only one who actually cared. This is their conversation as he leaves.

Katey Miller: I am taking you with me.
Javier Suarez: I am keeping you here [places hand over his heart]

Please Javier, you don't have to suffer anymore. She's gone. I'm here though.