Why Does Tragedy Fall Upon Those Least Deserving?

Sorry for neglecting you yet again, my little blogspot. But I call on you old friend to give me strength again in times of momentary confusion and sorrow.

I heard the worst kind of news from an online friend the other day and it has shaken me up considerably. Here's the gist of her story.

She just lost her only son in an accident. An accident that involved her ex-husband driving the car that figured in said accident. This accident was caused by said ex-husband who experienced a heart attack and died enroute to the hospital.

The kicker is that this son had been hospitalized for over half a year and had just come back home for Thanksgiving. Worst part is that her ex-husband became her ex a year ago when he dumped her for her best friend.

Sounds like a perfect plotline for a soap opera, no? I couldn't believe her message first time around and had to pore over it a dozen times just to check if I was seeing things correctly. She had been somewhat vague about her son's condition by stating that he didn't make it. Or maybe I was trying to be in denial for her. So I tried to hold on to the last little shred of hope, praying that things would turn out for the better. Unfortunately, she confirmed the funeral plans today so that's... that. You could almost hear my heart break for her.

Sometimes you just never know how far below rock bottom can be. And how much misfortune can fall upon a single soul. The situation is awful and the grief and pain she must be experiencing can't me measured by mere words. I tried my best to offer her polite words but I'm afraid it came off a little trite and hollow. There's just so much you can do when you're "online friends", y'know. The level of emotional attachment and sympathy I have may come off as phony and absurd to those who can't conceive the idea of an online bond forming amongst strangers who've never met and who probably will never meet in a lifetime. But it's there and I don't intend to make everyone understand it, except let you know that when I call someone a friend, it stems from actual care and genuine concern.

Ethan and John, may you both rest in peace. Please watch over Nancy and Erin who may waver at these trying times.

Stars Align

Serendipitous moment of the day:

Ever since my TV addiction kicked in full force, I've been rather neglectful of feeding my movie cravings. There's been quite a drout in the quality film arena anyway, so I never doubted about missing out on anything. Except for a choice few that I've been trying to track down like a wild animal since the beginning of this year. Sadly, to no avail. And noteable mention is that these movies are so under-the-radar for the Filipino audience that no one I know knows about it.

So last night, I was perusing the DVD stalls with my cousins not really hoping for anything. Our agenda was to procure "House" DVDs and that was really it. When I was casually glancing at the rack of movies, I started mouthing off which movies I'd been looking for.

"I can never find this movie 'Brick'. "

Then a second later, I flip to a DVD and then BAM. It's there. You should've seen my eyes almost pop out. I start chuckling like crazy, because I can't believe what just happened. My cousin starts laughing at my look of disbelief. I keep poring through the DVDs again just for the sake of it.

"I don't know what I'll do if I find Artschool Confidential... "

Another beat later. Bam-fricking-ham!?! It just shows up. Seriously, when I ask for things they rarely ever happen or come true. So I get them, I pay for them and go home a slightly happy camper. Why just 'slightly' and not overwhelmingly ecstatic, you might ask. If you hadn't clued in on the state of affairs of the Philippines, there's been a power outtage since that enormous typhoon wrecked the nation a couple nights ago. And I didn't know when we'd get the lights back and when I'd get to watch it. Trees have been uprooted, electric posts fallen over and power lines mangled. So as of 10PM last night, we were only hearing a vague rumour that the lights would come back on Sunday, the earliest. Bummer, right? You think? Well, yeah it truly was...

...until this morning. At an ungodly time of 2AM, the lights miraculously came back to life. I must've done some good recently to deserve such good karma. So now I can watch my beautiful films again.

And here I end my rambly shallow thoughts on off-kilter movies and seredipity, because I cannot and will not write an emo post about life, crisis and drama. How is all?

Bloggers Anonymous

Hi. My name is Rina. It's been 2 months since my last post.

Sexo en la ciudad

My sister is watching an episode of "Sex and The City" in Spanish, while reading English subtitles. She just bought the complete season DVDs of the show in DVD-9s. They're cheap as hell, I know. And sometimes, we tend to compromise quality for a bargain price.

But, OMG. This is just all kinds of wrong. I can't stop laughing at the way they pronouce their names a la Espanol. And the moaning. LOL.

I'm just thankful that majority of the episodes are normal and only a handful of episodes are messed up like that.

Whoa, Classic!

Check this out. My maids found this wallet size picture wedged in a bundle of wallet size grad pics stashed in my room somewhere. And I was just so compelled to post it, cuz it's a freaking classic shot. This is something from 10 years ago or so, I think.

Before anything else, I have to apologize for the godawful quality. Our scanner is unavailable, so I had to do it ghetto style. Y'know, take a photo of a photo with a digicam.

Anyways, this is a snapshot of Brent and me at our Christmas Formal in our junior year, I believe. Check out, how thin we were back then. Defined jawlines and cheekbones! God, how thin my eyebrows used to be. This was during a time wherein my tweezers and I were BFFs. The horrible eyebrow plucking addiction. Thank God, those days are over. Nowadays, I'm just usually too lazy and only pluck 'em when I remember. So long, vanity and self respect.

When the maids first handed it to me, I cracked up so hard at how squeeky clean and young we look. Also, I don't know where in the world I got that butterfly sticker to stick on poor Brenty's head. Doesn't it look like a pretty hair ornament?

I was half reminiscing the days when my parents refused to let me out for a few minutes then. This dance was probably my second formal night out, since I started highschool. I think I even had my first shot of tequila at Zu that night. Okay, now I take it back. I don't miss it at all. Good riddens, Ivory tower/Jail cell/Family prison!

It's A Bird, It's A Plane

Superman was spotted in Manila at 10pm. Hee. Of all places, Manila.

World Cup Finals tonight. Italy vs. France. Azurris vs. les Bleus. Blue on blue. Not that I'm partial towards either team, since the teams I've been rooting for had been knocked out early on. Japan, Argentina, Germany. But I want to see Zidane retire with glory. So allez les bleus, it is.

World Cup Fever

I've been sick. Not your average sniffles and cough kind. But the kind where you can barely stay awake and watch TV. I was strapped to the bed with a running fever, body pains, and a truly debilitating headache. I could barely eat anything, let alone tolerate its smell. When the fever had gone down after 4 days, I thought I was finally in the clear. But I was wrong. So wrong. Especially when I started getting all red, splotchy, prickly and itchy all over. Apparently I got the measles. Weird. So my sickness wasn't the World Cup Fever as people had jokingly called it. Heh. Now all I have to do is wait out for the rashes to subside. This sucks.