Lana the Damsel in Distress

As I mentioned in the previous post, I've been watching Smallville (started from season 4) this past week. I do enjoy watching it, because I love Superman (although I didn't read the comics and everything...but I want to). I even liked the "dismal" Superman Returns movie. Well, yeah, the storyline was pathetic, but the effects were just wonderful...and I can't ignore that.

So anyway, getting back to Smallville. Been watching this series since I was a freshman in high school. Watched every single episode of it...up until the secind season...I think. Hmm. That made me think. I'm sure I've seen every single episode 'til the second season (I had the VCDs), and I think I followed the third season religiously on TV. But the fourth season came and I didn't get to watch everything. When I watched the 4th season days ago, I did remember most of the episodes. So I guess I still saw that...but not all. And now, I'm on the last episode of season 5... and I'm getting uber irritated.

Not with the show, no.

With Lana Lang.

Gawd, she's just become so pathetic and annoying that I can't stand her anymore. I wish she just died instead of Jonathan Kent!

I loved Lana since day one. She's pretty and charming and just you know, all around nice girl. But goodness, her character is weak! I've just realized. Viewing all those TV shows somehow made me more...critical(?) about observing characters...Whatever.

Anyway, she's such a damsel in distress. Yeah yeah, I've dreamt of being rescued by a knight in shining armor on a white horse with a sword or something. I'm a romantic. But the way Lana has turned out... Ugh! What have they done to her?!

She's been in the hospital in almost every episode. She keeps on saying "I don't need to be protected!" But she ends up being saved by everybody, from Clark to Lex, and even Jason (who I hated-->he's just his mother's puppet. What an idiot). It's like she couldn't live without a boyfriend! First she had Whitney, who is just...I don't know, nothing, compared to Clark (Clark's obviously hotter!!!). And she was unwilling to leave that scumbag for Clark! Would you believe that? But anyway, I thought, first boyfriend and eveything, it's hard to let go. So there.

After Whitney died, I thought she'd finally get together with Clark. But our ickle superhero is too shy (torpe!!!) and complicated and confused to get with her. I think Lana had season 3 as a break from guys? Can't remember, I have to watch that again. But I know that she had a string of flings throughout, always falling ang clinging to the guy and then later ending up in the hospital, saved by Clark. She's such a waste of superpowers.

Then Season 4 came and with it, Jason. I mean, Jensen Ackles is cute, but his character is just so pathetic. He's like this huge extra throughout the season who just existed to be manipulated by the Luthors and his mother. He claimed to be protecting Lana when he did what he did, and then Lana goes all angry and says, "I don't need to be protected!" Yeah, she had the spirit of a wicked countess possessing her, but still she ended up where? Oh yeah, under Lex's protection.

Fifth season came, and thank goodness, she and Clark finally hook up! After grieving a second for Jason. Of course, who could protect her better than Superboy himself? And then she goes all angry with Clark because he's not being honest (which, I guess, from her point of view, is really maddening). But everything Clark did was for her protection. When she got close to Lex, Clark warned her to stay away because he's afraid of what might happen to her. Yep, same line. "I dn't need to be protected!"

At least Jason lasted for a whole season. But for the whole Clark and Lana love team that went on since day one, they didn't last that long. If only she knew that what Clark did was for her...He lost his father for her! Well, he didn't know that would happen but still. She went running to Lex Luthor. I mean, that's the worst couple ever. Lex is like, old in the story, and Lana was only 18 or 19 at the time. Ugh! And after all that jazz about her not trusting Lex or not needing protection, she went to him for every little glitch that happened in her life. Even when Lex admitted that he lied to her in order to protect her, guess what she said. Yes. That. "I don't need to be protected!"

If she really doesn't need to be protected, then why does she end up being helpless all the time? I know, some people might argue that she didn't choose to be protected, but the men around her just took it upon themselves to be her protector. But that's just it. She needed men around her. You don't see Chloe and Lois that helpless. Okay, Chloe a bit, but not every time. She manages to get herself out of trouble. Especially Lois. I love it that she's really stubborn and strong. That's the type of girl that doesn't need protecting. Who is Lana kidding? One smack and she hits the floor. At least Lois could get a couple more kicks in before she collapses.

The other thing I'm pissed about is how abruptly she falls into Lex's arms. And that loyalty at the end of the 5th season! It's as if Clark and her never was. True, Clark broke her heart. I mean, having someone you love look you in the eyes and tell you he doesn't love you is...like death itself. But claiming that she loved him for so long and then making out with Lex Luthor public enemy #1 that fast? And then defending him from Clark? She is just so guillible, easily falling for any guy that woos her. It's just pathetic. I hate it. I'm just glad Superman ends up with Lois in the end. At least he's have time saving the rest of the world with her being able to take care of herself. Imagine if Superman ended up with Lana. He'd become her bodyguard, having to save her neck all the time because she's too much a sissy to do so that he doesn't have time to save the rest of the world, even with his superspeed.

Tears of Joy

When I saw this video (even the shorter one), I discovered that tears of joy truly do exist. The wait is unbearable...I just hope it's worth it. Well, Harry Potter is always worth it. :)

I Want SLEEP!

I've been stuck here in school since 1pm. It's now half past 8 in the evening ang I'm freaking tired! We were made to do a mini Amazing Race awhile ago and we're supposed to have learned something from it. Yeah. I learned that eating 3 raw silis (red hot pepper) can kill you (I had to chug down about a gallon of water and eat a couple crackers to get rid of the flame in my throat). Now, I've got an aching back and I'm deprived of sleep for 12 hrs. I need sleep. And my Smallville marathon got cut short because of this stupid leadership program thing. Argh. But I must admit, I'm kinda having fun, not thinking of having to bathe and answer the call of nature in a public restroom. I miss my room, my soft, comfortable bed and my trusty computer. I haven't finished downloading the latest Supernatural episode yet.

I'm missing my dear Sammy Winchester. (I'm having this huge infatuation on him right now...Well, it's been going on for a week now.) Of course not forgetting Dean Winchester who, I've just realized, is also cute. Okay, I gotta go. Something stupid concerning blindfolds that we have to do. Ugh.

Where had Snail Mail Gone?

I went over my friend's place awhile ago because it's her birthday and we (me and my other friends) kind of surprised her, although she wasn't that surprised because I kind of gave it away. My lying power was down to low when I told her that I had this big project coming up that required her photoshop skills. Nonetheless, we had great fun. It has been a long time since we last saw each other...About a month, I guess. That is a long time for people who used to spend ten hours with each other every single day. I missed them. I miss those days.

As usual, we went up to her room to hang out. We were like nine-year-olds, sorting through jewelry and putting on nail polish. All we needed was a tea set and we'd have a kiddie tea party. Haha! We were deprived as kids. Tsk. Anyway, we stumbled upon her stash of letters in this big circular box (sort of like a hat box). These were letters from us and all our other friends, some dating back to eight years ago. Eight years! That's how long we've been together. I can't even remember how I lived before I met them. Less crazy, I guess. :)

Anyway, when we were around twelve, life took a turn to Dramaland. With that, we also had an abundant supply of stationeries, colored pens, and stuff to talk about. We all saw each other at school everyday, and yet we write each other - EVERY SINGLE DAY. It was only that year that we did that religiously. It's as if we don't talk to each other, but we do. A LOT! We even get scolded by teachers for talking too much. Still, we had enough to say to fill a couple of pages of stationery. It's weird yet amazing. We sorted through the pile and picked out random letters and read it. We especially picked out letters from a certain person because: a.) we're not really friends with that person anymore b.) her letters really are full of drama, kind of like script for The OC.

At the time most of those letters were written, yes, we were all friends, but we kind of hung out in different groups. So that certain person I'm talking about was part of my friend's group at that time (I'm in a different group, but I was still friends with my birthday celebrant friend because we've already been besties for a year at that time...still with me so far?). So initially, a year before, we were this group that I'll call Group A so it won't be confusing. There were three of us here, three girls. And a couple of boys. So okay, five of us. A year later, and I couldn't believe a summer would make that much difference, the five of us got split into several groups. The boys started to hang out with boys, so that'll be Group B. My one friend hung out with girls from her section, so that's Group C, and my other friend hung out with this other group of girls, so that's Group D. I was kind of...left alone. (Yes, as I said, Dramaland!) So anyway, I kind of just floated around then. Yeah, it was sad, but I kind of got thrown in the middle of all the groups. Now, Group B doesn't have that much drama. They're just boys acting as boys. Whatever. Group C, however, was a bit...well, okay. I'll explain.

We were divided in sections. Your classmates (or section-mates, if you will) are the people you're with for the whole day. We don't change classrooms. We stay put in one classroom, a.k.a. our section, and we sort of make that our home. The teachers are the ones who go around from section to section. After breaks, we go back to our section. So there's not much chaos looking for which room you're in for the next subject. It's just that one section. You'll be stuck for the whole day with the same people for a year. Seatmates can differ every quarter or so. Sections get shuffled every year, but sometimes you end up with the same people. So there, I've established the section.

So in Group A, the four of us were in a section, and the other was in a different section. So we only got to be together during breaks and dismissal. And of course, phone all night. The year after, that is, the drama year, this other friend of ours said that she wanted to hang out with the people in her section (the sections didn't get shuffled that schoolyear, which was odd, so we still ended up with the same people, which wasn't all bad). I think she said that she wanted to give the people in her section a chance because she's been hanging out with us all the time that she doesn't have real friends in her section, which is not that good, as they were the people she spend ten hours of her time with every day. So there. She left.

The boys of Group A, duh, became boys, and hung out with Group B. That's inevitable. My other girl friend in Group A hung out with other girls, who are in the same section as us so they became Group D. Whatever whatever, I was blissfully (?) ignorant at this time of the former Group A members at this time. I was floating around with no specific group. I was making other friends though. Same section still. Whatever happened, I'm not that sure, but Group D had some kind of meltdown. Backstabbing galore, you see. And it's all because of this certain person I'm talking about. (I thank God that she doesn't blog so she prolly won't read this).

So here's where the letters come in. Through all of the group changes, we consistently wrote letters to each other. Most of them just, you know, stuff about boybands and crushes, the usual pre-teen things. I don't know where we got all those ideas from. I guess because we're in different groups already that's why we just write each other because we don't get tohang out a lot anymore. But I had this close friend at that time (wasn't part of Group A) and we chatted on the phone all the time but still we wrote kilometric letters to each other. Ha. Inspiration to read those letters just struck me.

So yeah, blah blah blah, the backstabbing began. And they were all in the letters. If two pages is impossibly long for me to write, then this certain person was superwriter. She wrote like, five pages a letter to my friend in Group C. That certain person was part of Group C. At first they looked like the popular group because all of them were pretty girls. Then, I don't know what happened. The longer the letters became, the deeper the backstabbing occurred. My friend admitted to us awhile ago that she didn't even bother to read the thick letters that certain person wrote to her. What she didn't know was that that person was already angry with her in those letters. It was funny, really, when we read her letters awhile ago. Fine, letters are private, but this one was like, seven years old, and that friendship was already severed. And everything in those letters were just twisted truths. That certain person raelly knew how to twist one's word. I say, she's a master. At twelve, she could do that kind of damage to someone's reputation, someone she called her friend and whose letters she even put BFF on. If you ask me now, I think she's the nuclear bomb of all truth twisters and backstabbers.

So after all that twisted history and exposure of my life, I just want to focus on the letters. I love to write (hence the blog), and I really miss the excitement of recieving letters in the morning, and reading them, and replying right away using pretty stationery and colored pens. From time to time, I go out of my way to snail mail some letters to my friends as a simple surprise. The effort is obvious, unlike sending a text message or an IM or an email. They're more special and more sincere, and they never fail to bring a smile to someone's face.

Thursday Thirteen #1

Thirteen Songs on My Funeral

(Just click the artist's name to get to the lyrics and press the mini play button to listen to the song)

1. Welcome to the Black Parade by
   
   
   
   I'm seriously having doubts with this song already. First of all, it's not one of my all-time favorites, although I currently love it and it seems pefect for the occasion. After some time, I'd probably slash this off my list. I guess it's just a spur of the moment thing. I don't know.


2. Will You Wait For Me by
   
   
   
   This song was from when I was in elementary school. I was 10 or 11 then. I don't like the artist 'coz he looks gay (haha!) but this song is just so touching and the piano background is wonderful.
   


3. Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely by




It's just a sad sad song...I included boyband songs here 'coz hey, I'm dead. Who'd care? I have the right to be corny. I'm dead!


4. Angel by
   
   
   
   I chose Westlife's version because as I said, I'd be dead by that time and I want my favorite bands, however cheesy or corny they may be, to have a part in that. This is a very moving song. The melody is just sweetly melancholic. Of course, the voice of Shane is just oh so beautiful.


5. I Dare You to Move by
   
   
   
   I love Switchfoot. They're a Christian band but their songs are wonderful. This is one of my favorite songs by them. The energy of the chorus part is invigorating. It's like pushing you do step up and face the world. A challenge.


6. Until the Time is Through by
   
   
   
   Yes, another cheesy boyband. I didn't love this band, but they had a few nice songs and I wonder why I have two of their albums...I blame teenage hormones) This particular song, however, is special. It's a song from when I was twelve, in my 5th year in elementary. It was the height of the boyband era then. And it was when I met my closest friends. This is kind of a friends song for me. I remember that time when I listen to this song. It was such a wonderfully weird time. Lots of downs and crazy rollercoasters. It was a blast!


7. Thank God I Found You by
   
   
   
   Another one of my friends song. Here, the boyband was 98 Degrees. It is a good song. I do thank God that I found my friends. Looking back now, I don't know what 'd be doing without them. We used to sing this when they hung out here in my room. ANd I remember us singing this in our class Christmas party! Embarrassing!


8. See You When You Get There by
   
   
   
   I can't remember when I heard this song. All I know is I was pretty young, around 9 or ten, I think. I heard this in my brother's room. I think he was watching MTV. It's a very meaningful song. I'm not into rap/ hip-hop, but this one is good.


9. Iris by
   
   
   
   
   One of the classics of my time. Beautiful piece of art.


10. I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by
    
    
    
    
    My favorite Aerosmith song. I'm not that into their kind of rock, but this one is just...great. Moving. Awesome. It's also a friends song. Armageddon showed when I was around 12. That year was just full of...you know, thingies worth remembering.


11. Everybody Hurts by
    
    
    
    Heard this song way way back. Came across it again a few months ago when i was in a depressed state and searching for sad songs that aren't suicidal. It is a truthful song. It may sound sad but as the lyrics go, "Hold on.." I's nice for a funeral, right?


12. You Belong to Me by
    
    
    
    Another favorite band. I love Lifehouse. They're a low-key band who have awesome songs. I like their sound. My favorite Lifehouse song is Hanging by a Moment but it's too upbeat for the occasion. This song however, is perfect. It's tender yet full of feeling. You can hear the emotion in the words and the melody.


13. Let That Be Enough by
    
    
    
    This is my favorite Switchfoot song. It's a prayer. I was really low at this time. Like I said with REM, I was searching for sad unsuicidal songs and came across this one. It's a very simple song asking for strength to move on. It's asking for guidance when things seem hopeless. When I get really down, I just listen to this song or sing it over and over again. It helps a lot, I swear.

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TV Show Dreams

As the first day of my second semester draws nearer, I bum around more and more. I sleep for like, twelve hours a day, I think. I just want to sleep all my sleepiness away because my schedule for this semester is just horrible. My mom and my brother said that as I move up a year level, my schedule would clear up. It's exactly the opposite. I have classes the whole day on Mondays and Fridays 9:30-4:30pm. Tuesdays and Thursdays are bearable from 7:30am(which sucks, 'coz I'm NOT a morning person) to 1:30pm. Wednesdays are the best because I only have classes from 9:30-12:30pm. That's a kind of rest day, in the middle of the week. We still have NSTP on Saturdays so it pretty much sucks in general.

Anyway, I've been watching a lot of TV shows (which I'm watching on this computer, so should I call them computer shows? Okay, scratch that. It's too stupid.) As a result, I've been dreaming of these shows. They're happening to me, like a show salad. The most recent one I watched was Weeds, and I dreamt of that Andy guy there who was being chased by the convicts of Prison Break. It's all crazy!

I'm trying to remember the other details. I'm pretty sure there's a bit of Desperate Housewives and Lost there, and definitely Supernatural, and maybe Ghost Hunters.

Happy Wednesday!

Back to the Cemetery

I've just been from the cemetery again this morning to sort of celebrate my grandmum's first death anniversary. Wasn't that much fun. It hasn't even been a week since I was last there. And it was another three hours of second hand smoke. I tell you, when I reach 30, I'd probably lose a lung to lung cancer or something because of that.

Anyway, the village of the dead isn't all bad. It's actually a nice place. It' s windy most of the time, which is cool because I'd rather that than scorching hot. It's also a very tranquil place. (What do you expect from the dead community right? Unless there's some psycho serial killer ghost whose afterlife ambition is to bring with him every living person that touches the cemetery grounds). It's very clean and has a nice landscaping. The streets actually have names and there are mausoleums of different sizes. My grandparents' are sort of in the Wisteria Lane of Death Valley or something. The big houses are there.

Actually, I want to be buried under the shade of a huge tree with a kick ass tombstone. Although that's a pretty tall order in this country. One reason is that cemetery real estate is really really expensive. (Dying is really expensive. We should all just opt for being shipped out to sea on a wooden raft, like in the olden times. Without the flaming arrow being shot to you and you being barbecued dead. That's like, a double death. And I'm not for cremation. I mean, you don't even know if you're going to hell or not and yet you already burned. That's like hell before hell, if you're going to hell.) So if I want a huge shade over there, I'd have to buy a huge lot, which will cost me about 3 million pesos, and I have to get that now, if I want a huge tree to be standing there by the time I die. Trees take a long time to grow that old and big.

But it is nice in my grandparents' cemetery. The grass are always well trimmed. I'd like to live in a place like that someday. Preferably with living people, you know, but of course, I'd also want to be laid to rest in a peaceful place like that.

I'm not changing my mind about that kick ass tombstone though. I'm not a mausoleum person, but I'm kind of consideering a small one just for the toilet. I don't want my future family and friends to suffer the public cemetery restrooms, which are just that dreadful. Or maybe it's just during November 1sts? Still. A private restroom is way better. More convenient, especially if you have to do a number 2. Of course, they also need a roof to jump under when it starts pouring or when the darn sun is just too hot.

Hmm. I'm gonna think about that.

Also, I want my funeral to not be that bland and ritualistic. To start it off, I want unconventional music to be played. I'm thinking of hiring a band. I've already decided on a song actually. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. I'm not into that band, but I absolutely love that song. I was also thinking about Angel by Sarah McLachlan. I don't wanna use all those cliche funeral songs, although maybe I'd use one for maximum effect (howling and tears, all that).

Hmm. I'm gonna make my funeral playlist later.

About that four letter word

Here's something I recieved thru SMS from one of my friends:

Somebody once asked me, "How do you hold love?"
I answered, "With your hands wide open, your palms facing up, and with your heart ready to let go and let the other grow."
And that somebody asked, "What if it hurts you?'
I smiled wistfully and said, "Then it means you're doing it right."

I'm not really trying to say something really life changing or insightful here. I just agree that love hurts. It sucks. Well, not entirely. There's the love of your family and friends; those are good. But what I'm talking about is falling in love. It's awful. Especially if you give all your love, but that person just doesn't want you. It's just the worst thing ever, hoping that that person would feel the same way too. You keep hoping and reading into things too much, taking every little gesture as a sign of something else, some reciprocal feeling. Then you get all giddy and wide-eyed at the prospect of finally getting to him, of finally being seen as you see that person. And then you try to get closer because you assume you could, after all those little things you thought were affection, just to find yourself knocking against that same wall that is friendship, the same wall that's been blocking you, confining you in that room of his heart, the room labelled "FRIENDS ONLY".

And here's a song that is perfect for all the people out there that are in the same stand as I am right now about love, about falling in love, that love: IT'S CRAP.

Love hurts, love scars,
Love wounds, and marks,
Any heart, not tough,
Or strong, enough
To take a lot of pain,
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

I'm young, I know,
But even so
I know a thing, or two
I learned, from you
I really learned a lot,
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves I guess
They're not fooling me

I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie,
Made to make you blue
Love hurts, ooh,ooh love hurts
Ooh,ooh love hurts

Everybody Knows A Mike

I got that line from an episode of Desperate Housewives.

I think this is actually true. Maybe not completely, but about 99% true. I thought about it (which just shows that I have absolutely nothing better to do) and I think that everyone I know knows a Mike, may that Mike be a friend, an acquaitance, a relative, or someone famous. Although a few may prefer to be refered to as Michael. Still, they're a Mike.

My dad's youngest brother is named Michael. I call him Uncle Mike, so basically everyone on my dad's side of the family knows a Mike. I have a cousin on my mum's side named Michael. My friend's ex-boyfriend (that relationship lasted for only 24 hours...or less) so they probably all know a Mike. Our present First Gentleman is called Mike, although his name is Jose Miguel. So basically, the whole country knows a Mike.

Of course, there are some countries who use names of their own language like China and Japan and Russia and India. But still, the ever famous Mikes make up for that. There's Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson...

Basically everyone knows a Mike.

In heaven, there's Michael the Archangel, who probably is also known by the beings burning down under.

So yeah, everyone does know a Mike.

Harry the Pumpkin!

Okay, so I know it's a day late, but I bet there's lots of you who still have the Halloween spirit!!!

I made this Harry Potter Pumpkin yesterday. He looks so happy, doesn't he?

I just found out that there's a whole myriad of these flash thingies out there, which are so cool, like the DRAW PLAY I mentioned in the previous post. They're just fun!

Anyway, I got up at 6:15 this morning. I didn't sleep a wink. We had to get to the cemetery right away 'coz traffic's heavy on holidays like this. We did get there early alright. For the first time, we were the first ones there. My dad didn't bring the key to the mausoleum and my mum had to go real bad so I had to suffer ten minutes of disgusting public cemetery toilet ambiance.

All I can say is, it was boring to death, those three hours we spent there. I had fun lighting the candles though. And I also appreciate the compliments for my earrings and shoes.

Right before we left, got stuck doing candle duty. This one wasn't fun at all. I had to sit in front of a dozen big ass candles and light the ones that go off. The strong blasts of wind from outside wasn't helping at all.

I was at the verge of screamin "WILL SOMEBODY SHUT THAT DAMN DOOR?!" when my brother called me to get up.

We're leaving at last.

I slept right away when I got home. I woke up about four hours ago. And now...here I am.

Facing another month of NaNoWriMo.

I've no idea what to write!

"Celeb Look-alikes"

http://www.myheritage.com

Halle Berry and Kristin KreuK? Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!! I WISH!!!

http://www.myheritage.com

JoJo?!

http://www.myheritage.com

Okay, recap:

Out of the three tests I took, the top three celebs that I most look like (although I really don't...?!) are...

1. Christina Ricci
2. Katie Holmes
3. Kristin Kreuk

I just wish. Really, I wish. Except Christina Ricci... I don't have a humongous forehead.

Draw Play

I was blog surfing a few minutes ago (while watching SAW, which I didn't quite understand yet again) and saw this game DRAW PLAY. All you do is draw a line for your ickle li'l mummy so that it could reach the flag and go to the next level.

Sounds easy, doesn't it?

At first, it was. Then you get these obstacles -->saws<-- (coincidence, isn't it?) and some even rotating. I think there are 20 levels in all, I didn't count, but there were a lot. There's a trick to elevate the mummy. Well, it's not really a trick at all. He-he. Just try it, it's fun!

Here's the link: DRAW PLAY

And the screencap: