Monthly Archives: March 2012

blizzards, dream worlds, and magic mirrors

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Considering how much alcohol I had the night before, I was immensely relieved when I woke up without a hangover last Saturday. And since I was feeling pretty lazy, I spent the morning in bed reading The Confessions of Max Tivoli as I waited for my roommate to wake up.

Instead of going to an amusement park, we decide to watch a movie instead. And so we headed to the mall and settled on Mirror, Mirror. It was still pretty early so we made a beeline for Dairy Queen and had some DQ Blizzard (Mango Cheesecake for my roommate, Strawberry Banana for me). We then headed to the fourth floor to check out the art galleries.

The first exhibit to catch our attention was the one at Mendez Big & Small Art Company. I’m not an art expert so I won’t even try to offer some half-baked critique. ūüôā But oh, what a mesmerizing experience it was! I swear I could’ve stayed there for hours were it not for the movie tickets in my bag.

We didn’t have much time left so we didn’t stop by any of the other galleries except for Galerie Francesca where Jef Cablog was holding a one-man exhibit. My roommate and I were in awe as we went from one painting to another. Such amazing technique! The paintings seemed to come to life before our very eyes but at the same time, it was as if we were being pulled into a sort of dream world.

We were still feeling a bit heady when we reluctantly left Galerie Francesca. ¬†But alas, it was already two o’clock. ¬†We didn’t want to keep the evil queen waiting.

*If you want to know more about Jef Cablog and his works, check out his website at http://jefcablog.multiply.com.

“We are each the love of someone’s life.”

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How can anyone resist a story that opens with this line?  Certainly not me.

I’ve been wanting to read this book for quite a while but I never really got around to doing it. ¬†Just last week, I found a copy at Fully Booked and seriously considered buying it. But now I’m glad I didn’t. ¬†Not because I’ve decided not to read the book, but because I managed to score a copy yesterday–for about a twentieth of the original price! ¬†I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the price tag. ¬†I even asked the saleslady if it was really just twenty bucks and tried really hard to suppress my grin when she nodded.

Now I know which Booksale branch to haunt. Teehee! ^_^

and the world spins madly on

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It’s been a month and a half since I packed my bags, kissed my husband and my baby goodbye, and went back to work. ¬†I’ve pretty much gotten my writing groove back although it still takes me a while to think of scenarios for my scripts.

But this aching in my heart is a different story. ¬†It hasn’t diminished at all–not one bit. ¬†Being away from my husband and my baby still gives me a strange hollow feeling. ¬†Although I go through the motions of living life in the metro, I feel as if I am merely suspended in this reality.

As the song goes, “The whole world is moving and I’m standing still.”