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azillusionizes
18 November 2012 @ 09:50 pm


This Journal is now FRIENDS ONLY. All posts below are inconsequential, all recent, important, doomsday like posts are regulated for a certain number of people only. I am paranoid that way and I am an inherently private person.

But if there is the bizarre possibility that you actually like me so much, just comment on this post and add me. If you are not a complete and utter stalker, then I will add you back. (I believe everyone who is active in the online community has a little stalker in all of them that's why I feel the need to add "complete" and "utter" ) Thank you :)
 




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azillusionizes
01 February 2010 @ 06:48 pm

(Made by Alyza T. Isn't it awesome? I know Zoe and Badong too so for me, it adds that layer of depth) 


1. I'm currently watching Princess and the Frog. I finally gave in and bought the dvd. I'm too impatient to download the torrent and my dwindling hard drive space compelled me to anyway.

2. I finally had my macchiato fix. It made my afternoon sparkling and new.

3. I've been tumblr surfing. I honestly think Natalie Portman, Emma Watson, Kate Bosworth, and Rachel McAdams are so pretty. They're always so put together and self assured. I especially like Natalie and Emma because they pursued college over their film career. I've been reading interviews and they sound so intelligent. Natalie Portman also amazed me with her credentials in Harvard. (She co-wrote two papers that were published in scientific journals). She often says in interviews that she despises the female roles in Hollywood. There was a time she wanted to venture into comedy but was often stuck with film roles that involved working in the fashion industry and falling in love and getting married. (This is part of the reason she did that comedy stint in SNL as a gangster rapper-- it was different). It sounds so familiar, like a research paper I did once in junior year. Haha.

3. I finished Book 2 of His Dark Materials.

4. My coffee is finished. I regret not getting a bigger size.

5. I found this japanese place near my house. Their cook used to work in Kimpura. He set up his own restaurant as a hobby and my goodness, the prices are dirt cheap. Don't expect Sugi or anything but honestly, for me it's better than Teriyaki Boy. And the most expensive thing in the menu is around 150-200 pesos. (Hi South Girls! Let's go! I'm inviting you North people too if you're up to it!) 

6. I'm learning how to work the iphone. It's driving me nuts.

7. I regret not going to JTA
 
 
azillusionizes
30 January 2010 @ 08:18 pm


(My workspace. This is my little shelf of books I haven't read except for Kundera. I just like him there because he just looks so pretty)


1. I've always thought I was a bit of an oddball growing up. I always preferred reading and art to playing outside or socializing with the other children. It somehow alienated me to the world, limiting and sheltering me from a lot of things. Until now I think people my age have a great deal more experience, I think this is the reason why I get intimidated by people older than me so easily. Perhaps I still think of myself as a child, someone who can't really speak in the present of adults despite being one myself. I always wondered what it would have been like, if I was the confident social butterfly. Someone who is comfortable wearing a pretty dress every night and teetering on her heels at 2:00 am in the morning. In my head, these people belong to the grown up variety. It's the air of self possession they exude that I never seem to master. Which is why I always react it slight amazement if people call me the more mature one, the more confident one, the grown up one. When all I see really, is that child-girl who wears bright dainty dresses, comfortable in conversations about literature and television it's a wonder why anyone thought of me any different.

2. It's nice to be called beautiful. It's the kind of compliment which gives me the same pleasure as eating a slice of chocolate cake. But what makes my cheeks flush is being called elegant. There's a timeless quality about it. I'd rather be educated, interesting, articulate (something I'm working on!), and tasteful than just beautiful. It makes me think of worldly and gracious women-- great women who have their self respect intact.

3. Our maid is leaving us today because she's running away with her boyfriend. They both don't have jobs. My mom sneered in disgust when she asked her permission to leave. She told me she would have respected her more if she left us to better herself, such as getting an education, a job overseas, working for a higher salary. I agreed with her. I thankful to be surrounded by women who instilled in me great values. We don't notice it because everyone around us is like us. It's common joke to be called feminist bitches. However when I step out of  our little circle, there are a lot of women who don't really care about themselves. It's sad to witness.

 


(Me in my workspace and the obligatory starbucks.I'm looking at my picture now and I think I'm friendly looking. Someone told me I'm not.)

 
4.Sat in my illustration class again today. Alyza drew Badong Bernal and Zoe Dulay in her moleskin. I love how she did it. They're both awesome and beautiful people already to begin with but I love the whimsical quality of her sketch. So lyza I will scan that picture and put it on my wall, I really really love it. :)  It makes me sad though that i stopped drawing. I'm planning to start again soon because i miss the pure uncomplicated joy of doing it. 

5. I'm getting my mom's iphone. I wasn't really asking for it and I don't itch for it. It just has a camera and I'm excited to finally have something to take pictures with.

 
 
 
Current Mood: thoughtful.
 
 
azillusionizes
25 December 2009 @ 06:07 pm
It's Christmas and I'm at home. I borrowed my mom's siopao speakers (it's not a hamburger) and I'm listening to the Nick and Norah and Juno soundtrack. I was never really interested in sunsets or cloudy skies as some form of nature view. I'm more peaceful in my room. The light was just mellow an hour ago. It fell nicely through my french window. My mom got these thin white curtains which softened the light even more. I'm just sitting on my bed with my seals and the speakers playing really mellow music. It's spectacular. If only I had a cup of caramel macchiatto it's perfect.


 



(We had Christmas dinner with my Mom's client. She had a pomeranian family.
That's Luke and Leia in the picture-- yes they were named after Star Wars.
Can you tell I was very, very happy by my expression?)


 
  

(This is me with Chewey, the patriarch. It's like having four twixes (Jo's sister's dog) in one room.)

 
It's no secret that I adore cold weather. This is why today is lovely. To cap it all off, my dad and I are going out later for some coffee. :) Caramel Machiatto here I come!
 
 
 
azillusionizes
Every time a new Harry Potter book came out, my dad and I used to wake up at seven thirty am and head off to the nearest bookstore. There wasn't any Bonifiacio HIgh Street then and I would always be so worried that they would run out of Harry Potter books for me (I'm honestly strange like that). Moreover, Harry Potter spoilers were like hot commodity then and I wanted to finish the book the day I bought them to avoid some eager classmate ruining it for me.

I remember that I used to be so careful with them. If I lent them to anyone, they have to be wrapped in paper, placed in plastic and carried around in a bag. I lent Andrea Chamber of Secrets before and she squashed a mosquito in it by accident. I cried for a day. My Prisoner of Azkaban also had one small dog ear from constant reading (it was my favorite book). I gave it to Anela so I could buy a new one in pristine condition.

Also in my room, I used to have a white shelf near the wall. This is where I kept all the books that were dear to me. All seven of them were there, neatly stacked just within reach from my bed. I honestly cannot describe how these books mean to me. Perhaps other Harry Potter fans would know. I know that there are better books. There are books more well written, more fleshed out, and more insightful.

But the best way I can explain it is that it's my childhood. It's like the first boy you loved. There will be others who will prove themselves finer or more amazing. But there's always that boy who is so different from the rest. Because he's the first one who sent tingles down your spine, the first one you cried for, the first one who made fireworks when he kissed you. Harry Potter to me is like that.

So when Ondoy happened I realized that my HP set was on my white shelf, so close to the ground. I knew that they wouldn't have survived because the water reached waist high. But they were the first ones I looked for when went back to my wreckage of a room. There they were: torn pages, removed from their spine. Some of their covers washed away. I called Andrea and I cried.

Later on I told myself it was okay. When I have enough money, I'll buy them again in the future.



MUSHINESS AHEAD!!  )
 
 
Current Mood: indescribable
 
 
azillusionizes
01 October 2009 @ 05:42 pm
 

Dear Mr. Nick Joaquin, The Philippines is no longer the “land of 60 million cowards and 1 son of a bitch;”

She is home to millions of heroes and 1 bitch of an administration.

 
 
azillusionizes
24 August 2008 @ 10:10 pm
Hey, I love you.


I really wish this semester would end. I miss sleeping and doing nothing.

I really really love you.

Honestly, it's kind of embarrassing.
 
 
azillusionizes
17 August 2008 @ 04:38 pm
I did not go to mass at noon. I loved it. I am not saying I'm a heretic even though I honestly do not like attending church, but I spent the afternoon with my father today.

I'm now in my room. My window is open and the light is coming in. I actually enjoy studying now. Everything puts me in such a splendid mood

On another note, even though they have been blogged about already:

I spent last night with 2 of the greatest people I've ever met in Ateneo + the cute little sister. Cinderella was amazing. I'm a visual girl so the voices did not bother me as much as they did Chris and Ching. The sets just dazzled me away. I got bored in some parts maybe because I already know how Cinderella is going to end so everything was quite predictable. Still, it was spectacular! spectacular!




In a few moments, I shall dive once again to the never ending thesis schmoola that has been ruining my life lately. Well, I should learn to like it I suppose like everything else.

Tales of my melancholic whores )

p.s.

ANNA CASTILLO YOU BETTER CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY

*hugs*
 
 
azillusionizes
08 August 2008 @ 06:42 pm
They said they can never imagine how it is to be like you. With your hat and you earrings, it was as if you were flaunting you frivolousness to the world. They said that you were arrogant, overbearing and presumptuous. They said you were selfish, flippant and shallow. You have a flighty condescension in you air. It seems sometimes that the world revolves around you. They have a right to think that. You think so too.

You're gorgeous of course. They take that against you even if they would mum their lips in silent resentment.

But with all your faults and jagged flaws, I can say that you are never pretentious. I can say that you are kind, generous, and forgiving. I can say that even if you are the biggest, baddest bitch in this side of the planet, you are never mean spirited. Even at the height of your insecurity, you never meant to hurt others. You do not spend most of your time meeting in a corner backstabbing unsuspecting people behind their back. You never issue a sense of superiority. They mostly misjudge that about you.

You are genuine, never plastic. You have such an open friendliness and warm familiarity. You always want the best for people. You never judge.

This is why I finally realized that you are indeed my best friend because despite our totally different wavelengths, interests, and priorities, you are beautiful in all the facets of who you are.

(Fire and trees, sunflower and bees, two girls hand in hand, you can never understand people like mary clare and me)

I love you audrey, advance happy birthday.




P.S.

you cannot believe how some people in school are already physically unappealing, they talk shit as well. (me included--- my value system went down. I am so ashamed) Especially you, yes you. Grow up. (not a boy, a disclaimer)

P.P.S

Even if my ____ abhors you. no matter, I love you enough anyway. He just doesn't take to strong threatening personalities well. Poor baby.
 
 
azillusionizes
02 June 2008 @ 04:58 pm
Happy Birthday CHRIS LACDAO.

She is the funniest person on planet earth. I think it's because of the Tim Yap pants (hey, colored pants are becoming a trend! you're a trend setter!)

much love, Aziel :D