Neko

SATURDAY 8AM. Back from work, went straight to bed, woke up at 11AM, noisy neighbors with voices echo in the house, opened my PC, full volumed my headset, experimented on a camera toss photo-turned-illo, posted at Twisted Thoughts.

2PM. A Balikbayan box arrived, came from my Grandparents, I got one of 2 packs of Pistachios, ate bread and banana, went to bed at 4, woke up at 7.

10PM. Another overtime at work. Jollibee for “lunch” (technically we call it lunch even if it’s 12 midnight), 19 complete calls for the shift, and a blocked internet acceess (unless you know the password, which is not such a secret to me, erm! Well, useless net access if you’re swamped, catching a deadline, with or without trying to crack the password).

SUNDAY 6AM. End of shift. I was introduced to a trainee whose father is a National Artist, showed her my Artworks online, (nothing compared to her oil paintings esp of her father! Gee.. I think I found a new friend), gave her my URL, promised to help her create a blog on Monday, gave her some of my pistachios.

8AM back at home. My sister showed her 6-Seasons-DVDs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., made some tea, grabbed my pistachios and spinned the DVDs one at a time. Glued to my seat, watching, Laughing Out Loud for hours.

Noon. paused the player, 2-minute break to get food, back to the couch, clicked play, lauged until sunset. Last episodes, Rachel about to give birth, after Thanksgiving, Bradd Pitt as guest, Ross rollerblades while teaching, Phoebe dumped weird bf “santa-clause-on-prozac-in-Disneyland”.

24 hours awake. oopies. more than. makes one sound, like a robot. bleep bleep.

ok now im off to bed, my eyes couldnt take it anymore.

AND Lastly, this I wanna watch: (A great addition to the 10-cd box set of Billie Holiday that was given to me*.*)

IMDb Movie of the Day
She looked nothing like Billie Holiday and sang nothing like Billie Holiday, yet Diana Ross gave a phenomenal performance as the jazz legend in Lady Sings the Blues, a surprisingly effective biopic that heralded the former Supreme as a true screen presence. Loosely based on Holiday’s autobiography, the movie played fast and loose with the facts of Holiday’s life, so much so that many jazz fans, scholars and amateurs alike, cried foul at the absence of innumerable people who helped launch Lady Day’s career. At almost two and a half hours the movie was far too long, yet it was held together by the waiflike Ross, who received able support from Billy Dee Williams and a young Richard Pryor. Despite little resemblance to the woman she was portraying, Ross had one major thing in common with Holiday: star quality, and tons of it… read more>> [Movie of the Day Archive]