remember this?

now look at this picture.

see what i meant in that postscript? ;)

EXACTLY.

...I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling,
It so inviting,
Oh, short on money,
But long on time,
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine,
And I'm running late,
And I don't need an excuse,
'cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes."

-new shoes, paolo nutini

hehehe. today is a good day. and because it is a good day, i shall share it with the world. :) i will start from the beginning which is not really today but last weekend so i guess one can say that today is not only a good day but the third of the good days. (does that even make sense? i'm sorry but i'm still on a high. just ate a bag of gummi worms. :D)

i have a cousin. loads, in fact. and one of them happens to be a shoes-freak. she would buy shoes and then wear them for a couple times and then she would put them in a box and then buy another one and so on and so forth until eventually, she would forget the other shoes in the boxes. this same cousin is bound for dubai to work as a travel agent for one of the biggest companies in saudi arabia. and apparently, she plans to stay there for a reeeeally long time because last weekend, i suddenly found myself with three pairs of practically-brand-new sneakers. my favorite among the three is the adidas campus series pair which i decided to call as my k-fed shoes because it's white and huge and, except for the pink stripes on the sides, looks like something that kevin federline would wear. plus, i also feel like i should be holding my crotch while walking (eminem-style) and that i should hang a ginormous bling on my neck. it makes me feel so... heefhaf. hahahahaha.

so, fast-forward to today:

1. i now have a copy of the hannah montana 2/meet miley cyrus double cd. two cds for the price of one! *cue everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days*

2. i was able to buy, not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR books for the price of two. i really wanted to buy four but i didn't know about the buy one take one promo and i only have money for three so when the cashier lady told me to get one more, my reaction was, in true blue grey's anatomy fashion, "SERYOSO?" i was smiling like, to borrow that phrase which i love so much, christmas came early this year. :D

3. i finally found the perfect bra. (i shall not expound because i already feel that this is too much information for public consumption.)

4. rac and i had so much fun singing A1 songs while waiting for the rain to stop. *so tell me could you love a boy like me, like me, tell me could you love a boy like me?*

5. finally, nikko gave me the rest of my quiapo money so now, i can pay kuya jas and dred for the... err... stuff that i asked them to buy for me in the states. heeheehee.

 

 

 

 

 

omigod!!! what happened to carolle's head???


photos courtesy of carolle's amazing black mac.
(sino na nga ulit yun?)

"'I had no illusions about you,' he said. 'I knew you were silly and frivolous and empty-headed. But I loved you. I knew that your aims and ideals were vulgar and commonplace. But I loved you. I knew that you were second-rate. But I Ioved you. It's comic when i think how hard I tried to be amused by things that amused you and how anxious I was to hide from you that I wasn't ignorant and vulgar and scandal-mongering and stupid. I knew how frightened you were of intelligence and I did everything I could to make you think of me as big a fool as the rest of the men you knew. I knew that you'd only married me for convenience. I loved you so much, I didn't care. Most people, as far as I can see, when they're in love with someone and the love isn't returned feel that they have a grievance. They grow angry and bitter. I wasn't like that. I never expected you to love me, I didn't see any reason that you should, I never thought myself very lovable. I was thankful to be allowed to love you and I was enraptured when now and then I thought you were pleased with me or when I noticed in your eyes a gleam of good-humoured affection. I tried not to bore you with my love; I knew I couldn't afford to do that and I was always on the lookout for the first sign that you were impatient with my affection. What most husbands expect as a right, I was prepared to receive as a favour.'"

- Walter Fane to his wife, Kitty
from 'The Painted Veil' by W. Somerset Maugham, pp. 52-53

'"I know that you are callous and heartless, I know that you're selfish, selfish beyond words, and I know that you haven't the nerve of a rabbit, I know you're a liar and a humbug, I know that you're utterly contemptible. And the tragic part is'- her face was on a sudden distraught with pain- 'the tragic part is that notwithstanding I love you with all my heart.'"

- Kitty to her lover, Charlie Townsend
pp. 69

if only i'm not against the highlighting of novels, i would've highlighted these parts so many times the ink would penetrate the next pages. there are other parts, of course, that deserve special notice but these two are my favorites. walter knew who kitty really was and he still married her. Kitty, on the other hand, didn't know what her lover, charlie, was really like and yet, when her moment of disillusionment came, she still loved her. different circumstances but oh-so-painfully the same: they are two people trapped and there's nothing they can do to get out of it. the painted veil is a tragic story, not only because one of the them dies in the end but also because the realization came too late.

this is one of my favorite books and i've been rereading it in the midst of writing my thesis proposal. it has been adapted into a movie three times and the most recent one, starring edward norton and naomi watts, is also one of my favorite films. how i came across the film is an accident- i was searching through stacks of (pirated :p) dvds in a little shop in sc for romantic movies (remember this blog post?) and i saw edward norton on the cover so i bought it and watched it during the sem break. when i found out that it is based on a novel, i looked for a copy but couldn't find one in any of the major bookstores. until i passed by the book sale stand along as walk. and then i realized that it wasn't such a surprise that the movie-adaptation is great. because the book is beautiful. for a really simple story, maugham's words successfully gave life to the characters that they practically feel real. no one can write emotions as deeply- and with so plain words- as he could.

watch the movie. but if you have time, read the book. it can possibly be the best 213-pages you'll ever read.

so earlier this afternoon, i was composing a text message while walking towards the jeepney stop in front of fc with my head bowed down, only vaguely aware of the crowd when this couple who (apparently) were walking in front of me suddenly stopped, blocking my way, and started making out right there. i was so taken aback that all i could do was stand frozen to my spot and stare at them going at it.

ok, i'm exxagerating. they weren't really "making out". it was more like a three-second liplock. after that they continued walking. but still. it was so sudden. one minute, i was walking-texting and the next, this two people were kissing in front of me. and don't tell me that i'm just jealous (yes i know some of you *ehem jed ehem* thinks that i am) because i'm not. i was really just caught off-guard. in fact, when i was finally able to gather my faculties and recover, i actually SMILED. it was, after all, kind of cute. and then just when i thought that it couldn't get any cuter, they kissed again. then they continued walking. then they kissed yet again! and all the while, i was just standing on the same spot watching them, smiling like i'm high.

and you know why?

because i could see soulmate's (beautiful and heartbreakingly gorgeous beard-stubbled) face inside my head.

two hours later and i'm still smiling. hehehe.

***

last night i dreamt that i got murdered in an elevator. in the dream, i was standing outside this abandoned concrete warehouse and for some reason, i needed to get to the second floor. so i got inside the elevator with this seemingly-harmless man.

the next thing i knew, i was being stuffed inside a sack.

piece by piece.

this is disturbing for two reasons:

1. i've never had that kind of dream before. sometimes i would dream that i'm getting mugged but never MURDERED. except for that time in grade six when i dreamt that michelle stabbed me and the spice girls to death inside the castle where they shot the music video for goodbye.

2. my murderer is palito, the actor who looks like a dead man walking. (for the record, i have nothing against palito. i think he's hilarious. which is why it's so disturbing for me that he's the murderer in my dream.)

is this the consequence for watching too many csi: new york episodes every week? if so, i guess i can live with it. i mean, a (physically) harmless dream is obviously a small price to pay in exchange for seeing soulmate every night. :)