Things To Do To Kill Idle Time

This is my time to build up unexploited knowledge that I am always planning to do. Now, I want to do it wholeheartedly, with passion so I could carry it to completion. I am tired of spending borrowed money so I would like spend the next few weeks indoors, researching and trying to enrich myself with these:

1. Learn Spanish. I am just lazy. I have 4 learn spanish books in here and tons of resources in the internet but I haven't really gave it some serious time. Goal: Watch Almodovar films without subtitles.

2. Master photography. Although I know some basic stuff, I want to really understand whats going on with the revolving switch on top of jeff's camera. And the manual settings to get a good picture. Goal: Take good pictures in the weekend. (I'm going to Maine).

3. Re start French. Started French two years ago, but figured that Spanish is more important to my career. Now, I realize that its good to know both, for career and personal reasons.

My ultimate dream is to live in Europe for a year. Just to immerse myself with the culture, take good pictures and eat good food. I would love to write a book about it and fill it with interesting pictures. Good plan, eh?

I'm So Tired Of Getting Unfortunate

Really. I am just tired of not getting what I want. I've been in this state for years and its getting tiring. But what can I do? I want to cry and claw my eyes out, tear my clothes and soak in the rain...but 1) there's no rain, 2) clothes are expensive and 3) I have this irritating tenacity that I cannot make myself cry in these situations. I am just so numb with all that has happened to me that I refuse to shed a single fucking tear for my own career. Its just not so worth it.

But then, I cannot afford a paradigm shift. I have a lot of options layed out in the table but somehow, I find it difficult to pick one and try....like there's a block of lead resting on my arm. I also have this huge anvil on my pride that makes me refuse to accept that everything I have worked for is not going so well. Sometimes I wonder if it's idiocy to peep through a pinhole of light when you can switch on a lightbulb.

What can I do to get this black cat out of me? I've tried fung shui, numerology for a time and even believe in horoscope. Prayers have been my refuge and I believe it works. But I still feel there's something that pulls me away from my goals, leading me away to the pits of darkness , to the cold and bitter riverbed left with the harrowness of a disgruntled pride. What invisible hand gently deter me from rising up to the surface and breathe in a normal stride? It's not even salvation that I look for: only a suck of calming air--and its constancy--enough to know that when I thread towards the river's edge there's always air around me, enough for every rise of my lungs, enough for me to live.

Are You Part Of Dumbledore's Army?

Jeff found this website where you can practice your wizarding skills...and we're DEFINITELY HOOKED...haha. We don't care if beat 10-year olds in this or them beating us...its just addicting!! haha. Stupefy! Protego! I LOOOVE IT!

Jhow and I watched the new Potter movie in IMAX and its so worth my $15 bucks. I like the movie...even though I loathe the book pieces. Book 5 is one tedious read without much story to advance the plot. The movie eliminated all those blahblah and created a good sequel to the Potter series. Jhow never read the book but liked the movie. Its THAT good. Plus the 3-D finale is AWESOME!! We bought tickets for the 9.30 AM screening. I thought it was all kids (yeah 90% of it) but there are adults as well. There's even two guys in their sixties wearing suits in our row. They have their briefcases with them: probably on their way to the office but opted to watch Harry before trading stocks. We even have this fairly adolescent group of HP fanatics rowmates sporting the lightning scar on their foreheads. WTF?! Pottermania is back!!

Part of Pottermania here in New York is a book launching party in Times Square on July 20 (which I am not planning to go). And...did you notice that Potter is in the cover of Details magazine this month? I dont like his shots in the feature article though. Too raunchy.

I couldnt believe why people are complaining that Harry had lost his magic. Well, I guess there's some universal truth in the Harry Potter series, which are:

1. Every one grows up. EVENTUALLY. Even I have to grow up and find a real job soon.
2. As you face the world, the story becomes darker and darker. Hell, if there's no darkness, how can you tell the bliss in finding the light. Sorry, I'm being Milton-ish here...but I find it true.
3. Magic never grows old. Merlin is a thousand years old but his magic never fails to bring back the kid in us. So does HP. I think even though Harry is some 64-year old actor doing Harry Potter 50, the magic on screen will never cease to enthrall me.

Ugh...on second thought...that's a lame idea. I won't be sitting on any HP movies past the 7th. And Harry too--he said so in the Details article. He wants to have a normal life. Just like the rest of us.

Lisa Rinna Should Go Back To Melrose Place

Horrible! Horrible!!!

There is a great pressure when you stage a musical such as Chicago since there's a film you have to struggle against. This production I watched, however, never rose to the challenge. They never bothered to challenge it even. Everything was so lame in this production, so bad that I wanted to leave the theater during the intermission break. They wrecked the piece! And I feel absolutely disgusted!

A show like Chicago should be treated with R-E-S-P-E-C-T. The plot is flawless, the book is excellent and the choreography (Bob Fosse fame) is a classic. Its a classic. I keep watching All That Jazz on youtube because it never fails to entertain me. I actually went to see Bob Fosse's choreography in this one (since the story is not much a surprise...I watched the film around...ummm...15 times). But they made a HUGE mess!!! *banging head on the table*

There are a lot of heavy set, insanely muscular dancers casted and I think they are awful on stage. Where are the graceful jazz dancer spines? the toned muscular backs of jazz dancers? Their bulk destroyed the form...which I value more than the rhinestones in Velma's shoes. And let's not talk about Velma and Roxie in this one. They are the most detached, most apathetic, dull actors I've watched in Broadway EVER.

So, I'll give this one NEGATIVE five stars. Watch and puke all over the floor.