Anderson Cooper is a Rockstar

I know I'm a bit late to realize that (and I know I'm known for being huli sa balita). Can't blame me, first time I ever saw Anderson Cooper was when he was filling in for Regis. That doesn't make him any less the rockstar that people see him to be though.

Must be cool to know you've made such a big difference and not give a damn.

Anyways, I'm just excited I could grab a copy of Dispatches from the Edge on Ebay. I like how Cooper manages to be so transparent even on print: "The only thing I really knew is that I was hurting and needed to go someplace where the pain outside matched the pain I was feeling inside." This is exactly how I wanna write someday, this is the kind of prose writer I'd like to be.

The best piece on Anderson Cooper that I've found so far is on nymag.com. It's like Anderson Cooper 101 for those who have never even heard of his contribution to New Orleans post-Katrina.

Entry 5: Inspired by Alanis Morissette

Dear Matthew, I liked spending midsummer nights with you, making imaginary snow angels in the garden, arguing about the inconceivable theories in your notebook and spitting on your mom's antique escritoire.


Contest on http://anothermiyaw.livejournal.com/146627.html#cutid1

Moleskine Contest: Week 2, Entry 4

Seeing the contents of his black notebook was as inconceivable an idea as snow in midsummer, up until that fateful morning when he left it on his escritoire.


Moleskine contest on http://anothermiyaw.livejournal.com/146627.html#cutid1

Moleskine Contest: Week 2, Entry 3

One midsummer morning the inconceivable happened: my notebook on the escritoire in the balcony touched snow.


Another Moleskine contest on http://anothermiyaw.livejournal.com/146627.html#cutid1

Moleskine Contest: Week 2, Entry 2

My Science notebook from 3rd grade, sitting on the escritoire, gathering dust, full of inconceivable ideas from snow in midsummer to penguins on the North Pole.


Yet another Moleskine contest on http://anothermiyaw.livejournal.com/146627.html#cutid1.

Moleskine Contest: Week 2, Entry 1

My tears are like snow in midsummer, forming imaginary stars on the escritoire, condensing the words in your notebook, inconceivable yet alive.

Joined yet another Moleskine contest on http://anothermiyaw.livejournal.com/146627.html#cutid1

Me Want a Mohl-Uh-Skee-Nuh

How would I use a Moleskine? Let me count the ways...

I do not just create words but I actually get more stimulation out of creating letters on a surface (any surface: notebooks, table napkins, hell even walls for some time) with the strokes of my fingers, enticing the paper with my pen. Here's how much I love the written language: Two of my three tattoos are made up of words, "Born to make mistakes" and "Drei's". What's more, I'm a very impulsive writer. So if I had a Moleskine, I would probably scribble in it more than I would email my fiancé.

Ever since my significant other has destroyed my notebook (it was made of thick, thick brown recycled paper and oh how I loved to write on its pages... sigh) - it simply contained too many remarks about insignificant others from the past - I have downgraded to a spiral notepad that has less sentimental value and that I have filled with even less significant contents: grocery lists, budget lists, lyrics of my current earworm, lists of books to read, music to download, movies to look for in Quiapo. Lists, lists, lists. I suddenly transformed into a less introspective, more practical, nay, mechanical writer.

And that, my fellow prose lovers, simply proves that your passion for writing is directly connected to your relationship with the instruments you write with. Now imagine what a Moleskine would do to your writing habits. You wouldn't even need an inspiration anymore, the notebook itself would already be your muse. I can already picture the pages I would fill with pensive thoughts, happy thoughts, angry thoughts... thoughts, and not lists. I might even take up sketching again.

If I don't win any of the contests by Avalon.ph, I'll just have to wish for one for my birthday. A Moleskine's simply too special to just purchase yourself... I know, very drama queen of me.

For those of you who got all drooly over Moleskine, the series of contests has now started on the Wifely Steps blog and there'll be more to come til December, so why not take your chances.

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Far past these roads
There is a place
Where all our precious dreams remain
Someday I know
I'll find a way
To keep myself from holding on

Stay awake with the sound of my voice
I'm restless from the silence in the air

I want to be somewhere I can see the roads
A place where everytime you breathe a wish comes true
I want to be where love is real
And memories of distant days come to life again

Inside this room
Time will stand still as long as
I'm not aware of change
The world outside
Leaves me behind by myself
There's no mercy for those who hold on

Stay awake with the sound of my voice
I'm restless from the silence in the air

I want to be somewhere I can see the roads
A place where everytime you breathe a wish comes true
I want to be where love is real
And memories of distant days come to life again

Bakit ba wala nito sa videoke?

Can't.. Suppress... Anymore...

There's this all too familiar feeling lurking beneath my nerves and in the pits of my stomach. I think I know what it is but I don't dare say it out loud. Because then it would be real and I'd have to admit that I'm 13 again.

My Love-Hate Relationship with Dane Cook

After watching My Best Friend's Girl last week, I started contemplating Dane Cook's movies so far. In Mr. Brooks he was convincing (maybe it's also just because I didn't know him to be a comedian back then). In Dan in Real Life he was the perfect complement to Michael Scott's, er, Steve Carrell's character. Then in this new comedy with Kate Hudson he was almost adorable, but the entertainer in him could've needed just a bit more push.

I haven't seen Good Luck Chuck yet for the mere reason that I found its trailer, synopsis and movie poster dry, nay, forgettable. But now, having watched his almost-but-not-quite performance by Cook, I think I'll give him a shot.

Now, Dane Cook as a stand-up comedian is a totally different story. He's quirky, he's energetic, and he can find the hidden joke in the most mundane things. What I can't seem to grasp though is how someone who's bigger than life when in front of an audience could suddenly turn into a cardboard cutout when in front of a rolling camera.