While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
Well…
I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all…
Still my guitar gently weeps…
I’ve been singing this song since I woke up this morning, I don’t know why. I can hear the beatles singing it in my head, or is it The Jeff Healey Band? I’m sure they made a version of it. It’s so weird, I haven’t heard this song for a long time and suddenly it pops in my head, and I can’t seem to get it out.
When I was in college, I tried to learn to play the guitar and I found someone who’s willing to teach me. But when my fingers started to get calloused, I stopped. I cannot have calloused fingers, I love my hands too much. Vanity got in the way, what a shame.
I’m planning to get someone to teach my daughter to play guitar, she wants to play the drums but I’d rather have her play guitar because it’s smaller and cheaper. My former officemate, Tina or Manang to a lot of people, suggested that I should make my son learn to play bass since there are only a handful of bassist in our country. Hmmm…a guitarist for a daughter and a bassist for a son, not bad.

The Devil Wears Prada

WE ALL KNOW THAT ‘THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA,’ RIGHT?

The pope wears prada, too!
Hmmmm…. (guess what i’m thinkin’)
Nya ha ha ha!!!

















The pope is the devil. The pope must love prada and he favors gucci for sunglasses!

'SEXIEST MAN ALIVE'

Yet Another Shameless Anderson Blog

Yes folks, he is the "Sexiest Man Alive" according to 'People Magazine,' well...maybe I'm exaggerating a bit... he is one of 'Sexiest Men Alive.' The coverboy is Matthew McConaughey, so I guess that makes him the sexiest. Yuck!!! Clearly, they got the wrong judges. Did you see the cover? He looks a bit criminal-ish and dirty and he's got curly hair, YUCK!!!

That Bitch!

That Bitch!

November 20, 2005 by dancingnancy

I’m never gonna watch Constantine in concert, let alone purchase something at the Ayala Center so I could see him up close! That’s what I told everybody 3 days before the show but on the day itself, I decided to go, not because of Constantine but because my friend, Frauline, she kept on IMing, begging and pestering me go with her, she likes him a lot. So I called up my other friend, Emie, to come and watch too, we last saw each other other way back in 1998, I was pregnant with Gillian then, I thought this would be the appropriate time for us to finally see each other again after 7 years, besides she also likes him.
Emie was with her officemates/friends Agnes & JC (i’m not sure of the spelling, it could be Jaycee), they all like Constantine except me, we all got along real well, but I was kinda like the kontrabida of the group. Everytime they scream, I’d give them the look of disgust. "Ano ba ‘yan!" I’d tell them. They didn’t seem to mind, they were all too happy to see the pot-bellied rocker (pekeng rocker pala) singing his heart out. If it weren’t for the love of Frauline and Emie, I would’ve spent my Thursday night watching "House" and "The Apprentice". Speaking of "House", that show is so addicting, a sarcastic and genius of a doctor, I wouldn’t mind having him as my physician, as long as he keeps me sound and good.
My disgust for Constanstine grew even more when he sang, "I Can’t make You Love Me," I’m not sure about the technical terms, musically speaking, but I swear, he’s singing it the wrong way! His voice was changing with every change of words from the lyrics. On the first sentence of the song, I swear, really, he’s singing it in different tones (high tone, mid tone, low tone, falling tone), as if he’s practicing or something. He probably pouted his lips and made eye-contact with the girls a lot to make up for his singing imperfections. "I Can’t make You Love Me" is one of my all-time favourite songs, though it sounds simple, it’s one of the hardest song to sing, according to Dave Navarro, I believe him, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone who sang it better than Bonnie Raitt.
We or they weren’t able to get close to Constantine for a photo session, just to prove that they were there and watched his concert so we opted to have our picture taken to the next best thing…beside his streamer. FYI lang ha, pinilit nila ako, hehehe.
That particular streamer, by the way, is now somewhere in QC, JC or Jaycee was able to sweet-talk some of the production people and they ended up giving JC the streamer, complete with the poles attached to it. O, haaa!!! May talent, di ba! He gave it to Emie, so sweet naman, that guy. Inggit si Frauline…waaaahhhh!!! But without a doubt, Frauline was the prettiest that night! She was glowing, lahat ng kuha nya, panalo!
We were about to call it a night when a girl came in and started screaming "That bitch! That bitch." Her boyfriend was trying to make her quiet but she was really mad and jealous. Anyway, she and that bitch ended up having a cat fight, screaming and all. The boyfriend came to the rescue, after a minute or so, taking that bitch with him. No wonder the screaming girl was so mad, her boyfriend didn’t love him anymore. I think the crowd favored that bitch more, because they all screamed with approval when the boyfriend chose her instead of the screaming girl. And what valuable lesson did we learn from them? Well, they have proven once again that having money doesn’t equal having class.
Before going home, we decided to get some caffeine fix from the nearby Seattle’s Best, libre ni Frauline. And while waiting for our order, we heard screaming girls running towards our direction. Constantine was heading our way, Emie and Frau came rushing out leaving me inside the store. It happened so fast, the next time I saw them they were pushed against the wall by the crowd. But they were all to happy to notice it.
What a night.

It's been awhile since I last posted, I've been very busy with work, a lot of my anderthoughts have gone unwritten, what a waste.

For two weeks now, CNNI viewers, including me, are finally being recognized by CNN/US via Anderson Cooper 360 (Anderson's giving us some holla! every now and then but it's heartbreaking everytime he says goodbye to us) unlike NewsNight. NewsNight was a torture, it was on the Asia/Pacific daily schedule but they don't show NN, they're giving us replays of Design 360 and Insight, what a waste. Now, with the new and improved, 2-hour long of AC360, we can finally watch AC360, for only an hour though, but that's okay. It's better than no Andy at all. Thanks to the kind-hearted people of 'Anderload' and 'Anderson Daily' who tape the show and upload it for CNNI viewers (mostly). I love you guys!!!

It’s just like riding a bike…

"I need two paintings for my school project, I already have a concept but I need help, can you help me, teacher?" (teacher talaga ang tawag, ha, ha, ha…)
‘Sure." I said. "That’s what I’m here for."

She wanted to use acrylic for the paintings but Frauline and I told her that oil would be better, personally, I don’t like acrylic, it’s part of the reason I insisted on oil. We shouldn’t have a problem using oil, after all, we did lots of oil paintings back in college. How hard can it be? It will be like riding a bike, you never forget it…only, I don’t know how to ride a bike.
We listed all the materials she had to buy, she bought some of it but somehow she forgot to buy one of the most important materials…turpentine. So we had to go to Rockwell and Glorietta to buy materials with her! I don’t mind going shopping with her, really, it’s just that she’s so tall, so creamy/korean white, so young, so sexy and she dresses like ‘Wonder Woman,’ and I’m saying it only with affection. Tee hee. No matter how nice we dress, we always end up looking like her yaya.
A week after we went shopping, my co-teacher (ha ha ha!) and I were supposed to start on the oil paintings. But I was so nervous, "What have I gotten myself into?" I told myself. I didn’t think I could paint again, It’s been 9 years since I held a brush in my hand. I kept whispering to myself, "It’s like riding a bike, you never forget it. It’s just there, hidden somewhere in my brain."
I half-jokingly told Frauline that we should go National Bookstore and look for a book about oil paintings, we laughed so hard I might have peed a little. "That’s ridiculous!" she replied. But somehow we found ourselves walking towards the direction of the said bookstore and then she said, "Dapat yung Basics of Oil Painting ang hanapin natin."
We didn’t find any book about oil painting. Gulp! We’re doomed!

"When are you coming?" she texted.
"We will call you when we’re in Rockwell already."
Of all places, I never thought I’d feel comfy hanging out in Rockwell. Jologs kasi. The people from Starbucks and Grams Diner are rather friendly and not as snubbish as I thought they were, although they might think of us as "pick-up girls" because Gee’s driver usually pick us up from Starbucks, since taxis are not allowed inside Bel Air. What a bad-looking ‘pick-up girls’, they must think. Speaking of Bel Air, man, it’s so quiet there, as in really quiet and peaceful, I love that village, Frauline and I probably spent more time in Bel Air than in our own houses this past week. A ‘For Sale’ sign hangs from one the houses there, near Gee’s house. Frauline suggested that we buy that house so we won’t have to commute – going to Rockwell everyday. One thing I notice though, rich people are never home, they’re always someplace else. If I lived in one of those old beautiful houses, I’d never leave home!
Anyway, we’re nearly finish with our paintings, after hours of praying…after spending more than an hour on sketching on the canvass and another 30 minutes or so on mixing colors, my painting hands finally came around. I didn’t forget how to paint, after all. The smell of linseed oil mixed with oil paint is so addicting. I love it. I might paint again and teach my kids too, that’ll be cool.

I usually have a very sound sleep everynight except last night, I woke up at around 2 pm for no apparent reason, i tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. after 30 minutes of trying and turning, I gave up. Turned on the TV instead and saw The Daily Show with Jon Stewart was on so I watched, after all, I consider Jon my second TV boyfriend, next to Anderson, of course.

I was laughing at his jokes...I was contented with my 2nd TV boyfriend when he introduced another segment – it was about Katrina, I held my breath, whenever people talk about Katrina it will somehow point to the direction of Anderson Cooper! I was right! I actually had an andersighting at around 2:30 am, gosh, my spidy senses are working overtime! It must have been sensing that Anderson will be on TV so it woke me up!