tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32572631089637820762024-03-13T09:40:31.744+08:00Starry-eyed ScorpioAien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.comBlogger267125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-521339459108664482010-11-25T19:03:00.000+08:002010-11-25T19:04:25.415+08:00Migration<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://escapesofthemind.blogspot.com/">I'VE MOVED.</a></span></b>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-46006723331869767212010-11-15T19:59:00.000+08:002010-11-15T19:56:47.026+08:00Trace the Moment, Fall ForeverSo I did keep <i>telling</i> myself that I'd be a <i>faithful</i> author to my blog...<div>...and so far my most recent post has been more than a week ago.</div><div><i>Tsk</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the point is, I'm posting again. <i>Today.</i> </div><div>I ran through the months in my posts' archive and saw that I had no posts for the months of August and September this 2010.</div><div>A proof of the <span style="font-style: italic; ">adultery </span>I committed with Tumblr.</div><div>Oh, why am I even looking back? It's about time I look forward. <i>And move forward</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>The second semester has begun a week ago and it was eventful as it was uneventful.</div><div>It goes beyond words such that only first-hand experience could suffice as explanation.</div><div>(Or, I'm most probably avoiding putting into words how my first week went.)</div><div>But I repeat: the first week of my second semester was eventful as it was uneventful.</div><div>Some happenings had smiles as feedback while others just downright landed an exasperation on my face!</div><div>I won't get into that though.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to learn Spanish this semester.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Adios!</i></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-17192949592105424772010-11-02T20:13:00.002+08:002010-11-02T20:20:07.892+08:00Bohemian Romance<img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-01.jpg" width="600px" /><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-02.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-03.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-04.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-05.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-06.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-07.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-08.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><img src="http://www.160grams.com/magazine/2010-2011/Vol-08/manish-arora-by-eric-sposito-p36-43/images/manish-arora-09.jpg" width="600px" /></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-10453646382900158392010-10-28T09:49:00.003+08:002010-11-15T19:23:12.551+08:00Fashion Week VolunteerHi guys, I'm just letting you know I'm volunteering for Philippine Fashion Week this season. :)<div>I've been seeing people I am inspired by, in the flesh! </div><div><br /></div><div>I will tell you about my adventures or misadventures (hopefully, there aren't any!) when the week is over. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><b>I turned legal two days ago.</b></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-18660072428934126462010-10-25T13:33:00.002+08:002010-10-25T13:49:40.822+08:00Reviving What's Been DeadDear blog,<div><br /></div><div>It's about time I start writing again especially when I'm getting Creative Writing as one of my subjects next semester. Also, I shall be active in reading books again.</div><div><br /></div><div>I finished <i>The Lovely Bones</i> last night. I know it's a little bit late reading at this time of the year especially after having a movie of it featured on the big screen and all but, I figure I shall still read its <i>true form</i>, it's paper back copy, printed flesh, before watching the movie (it's now loading as I'm typing these). As most will agree, the book tends to be <i>almost always</i> <i>better </i>than its movie version.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some reflections I made during reading:</div><div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><blockquote>In reading The Lovely Bones, a tale of death, longing, and moving on, I couldn't help but appreciate and love the spark of hope Lindsey and Samuel's relationship offers. I admire how it does not have the mainstream kind of push in the but instead, it lingered in the background, surfacing when the least spark of hope, happiness, and love is needed in the saddest, most emotionally draining moments. (I think Samuel's a character to fall in love with. -and he and Lindsey just mesh beautifully together ♥)<br /><br />When you think about it, you'd assume that the story would revolve around solving the crime and finding justice for Susie's death. However, the story is truly centered on witnessing how the Salmon family -including Susie- copes with their loss. And eventually, as a reader who empathizes, you learn that with them, slowly, gradually, you move on from the death as well and the wound torn open in your heart is gradually closing up into a scar balled with reminiscent memories.</blockquote></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I grow <i>emotional</i> over books, that's why I'm inclined to avoiding it. It's a temptation extremely difficult to resist though.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like deleting my archive and starting fresh however, ...those are memories which may or may not be dear to me but surely, they help me keep track of things that have been happening -those I take note of in particular, of course.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hi blog. Hopefully, you'd get more doses of me in the future.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>With love and sincerity,</div><div>Your writer</div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-50712681282899353962010-07-30T22:16:00.003+08:002010-07-30T22:45:15.361+08:00To Abandon<div><img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l67vugOWVy1qbhucno1_500.jpg" /></div><div>My dear blog,</div><div>There has been so much happening: too many thoughts to put into words, too many emotions to make you feel...the inside of my mind is <i>chaotic. </i>Well, it has been since college started.</div><div>I TRULY MISS YOU.</div><div>I miss writing creatively. :( I'm not even sure if I still have that talent inside me. (HA!)</div><div>My last post brought tragic news (with a terrible picture to match! :o) and I just don't want that to be the first thing I see and read when I view my blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>School has been hectic but I am enjoying it. Terribly (and I mean that in a good way). Sure, the load gets heavy sometimes (in ways I do not expect it to be) but, it's all really lovely. I'm enjoying what I'm doing because it's truly something I have passion for: fashion! (I'm a Clothing Technology freshman.) All our activities are founded on that particular subject and there have been times when it doesn't feel like schooling at all! However, there are still group works and research and plates, of course; which reminds me that you are <i>studying</i> Aien. They're technically academics you have to pour your energy on...Ha!</div><div><br /></div><div>I blogged in our group blog recently:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothinc', sans-serif; line-height: 22px; "><p></p><blockquote><p>After a week or two of investing our time in our CT11 Research Paper and Interview of a Fashion Designer, we are finally moving on to our next lesson, <em><strong>Design</strong></em>.</p><p>It’s really exciting since just by the term itself, you could already visualize a lot of creativity and inspirations involved. And I’m a sucker for those two things! (Hee.)</p><p>Our new topic was introduced today, during our CT11 class. Ma’am Kitty discussed the definition of design, its types, elements, and principles. Later into the lesson, we talked about the fashion designer!</p><p>What does it take to be a fashion designer?</p><p>The list of characteristics was sure long but, luckily, I had most of it in me (<em>yabang!)</em>. HAHAHA. And luckily, I’d still have those skills and traits by the time I graduate (and even have become better at that!).</p><p>Woohoo. I cannot wait! *squeals*</p><p>Thinking about the future, do you want to know what kind of <em>fashion designer</em> I want to be?</p><p>It was in second year when I had an epiphany (<em>ayun na).</em> My vision was to stylize the Philippine mass. I wanted to help each individual realize their <em>own</em> style and therefore, through their clothing, express who they really are, what consists them, their culture and personality.</p><p>Isn’t that exciting when the Philippines finally realize their fashion potential? (Am I making sense?).</p><p>Anyway, my goal was to bring fashion, but moreover, <em>style</em>, to the mass. I know that may sound scary for some but look at it as a great equalizer. HAHAHA. I’d really like each and every person who walks the streets and alleys of the Philippines to have fashion and style consciousness. It will just be amazing to walk around our country (HAHAHA. I just imagined that you’d literally walk from one place to anywhere you want to go even if it’s islands away or something…) and observe the people bring out their inner selves through clothing, won’t it?</p><p>Okay, I’m beating around the bush…HAHAHA.</p><p>So in conclusion, I want to be casual wear/ready-to-wear fashion designer! At present, I really do not see myself as a formal wear designer. I mean, I do love gowns and looking at them is such a spectacle most times but, I don’t see myself designing this kind of clothing. I really prefer casual wear; the kind you can wear everyday and through which express your individuality (I really have a knack for this sort of thing. HAHAHAHA). I guess from these reasons you could assume that I also want to be an <em>indie</em> designer.</p><p>I really have never thought of that concept before since indie style seems to apply to the genre of film and music but since those two are one of my biggest influences and inspirations at the moment, I say that I do want to be an indie designer as well. However, it seems to be contrary with my earlier decision to “bring fashion and style to the masses” since <em>indie</em>tends to be known only by a small group of people. It’s not exactly mainstream. That’s also interesting since I want to be <em>sought after</em> (HAHAHA. That sounds so conceited!). What I meant by that was, I want people to discover me, rather. <strong>And come to know me as this designer who caters to the masses but brings something edgy, quirky, eccentric, and <em>indie</em> to the clothing racks.</strong></p><p>I really wish I’ve explained myself well here with regards to what kind of fashion designer I want to be. Hee.</p><p>But, I’m open to future changes. Who knows, some event might actually change my point of view at present and suddenly incline me to formal wear designing?</p></blockquote><p></p></span></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-71134602320960095152010-06-15T18:03:00.002+08:002010-06-15T20:00:09.831+08:00Commuting Is A Battlefield.<div><img src="http://www.dazeddigital.com/TempStore/255305.jpg" width="600px" /></div>If riding the public transportation (a.k.a. COMMUTING) was a sport, I definitely <i>suck</i> at it! :|<div><br /></div><div>Today is the official first day of school for most school-goers. Whether they are in elementary, high school, or college.</div><div>To me, that just spells out C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N. </div><div><i>Competition</i>.</div><div>Competition with those who are riding the same <i>Cubao</i> jeepney.</div><div><br /></div><div>Earlier today, as in around a few minutes past 7 o'clock in the morning, I ventured out in the newly paved streets of my subdivision.</div><div>I walked my way out of its gates and lo-and-behold, the arena-slash-battlefield of commuting awaited me.</div><div>Contestants -fellow commuters- were everywhere. (They weren't even there last week! But then again, last week wasn't the start of classes for most people.)</div><div>I knew I had to be tough.</div><div>We all were I guess.</div><div>But, in the end, our fate depended on the abundance of <i>Cubao</i> or <i>LRT</i> jeepneys -and they were extremely rare. If luck happens to come your way, you'd be lucky to fit in, at most, 1/4 of your ass on the freakin' leather seat.</div><div>Guess what? I got lucky (and I'm referring to the kind of luck I mentioned above).</div><div>My butt got to taste the jeepney seat but if we base it on spoonful amounts, I got less than a teaspoon. </div><div>The only support I had were my legs which I freakin'ly encouraged in my mind saying, "I have strong legs, I have strong legs, I'LL SURVIIIIVE!"</div><div>But dang! The moment I got down from the jeepney, my knees were all wobbly I was scared I'd trip on my own feet! And I was in the middle of the road 'cause the jeepney driver decided it would cause him too much trouble to steer right and drop us off exactly next to the Katipunan <i>Petron</i> station.</div><div>(Thanks a lot, man!)</div><div><br /></div><div>To ride a jeep from there on was easy.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's the traffic that wasn't. Ha!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, enough ranting about commuting. Lol.</div><div>Today was a good day. I enjoyed my Comm3 class ('cause I got to talk a lot).</div><div>My Kas1 class (whose teacher finally arrived!) was...sermon-ful with insights to match. I listened well but I felt like I was being scolded so part of me kind-of didn't like it.</div><div>PE2, I thought I was laaate! Good thing I wasn't. Phew! :)) </div><div>(Gosh! I wonder when we'll start dancing. :|)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. Picture above is the inspiration of the day.</div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-39993564508886807492010-06-11T19:09:00.003+08:002010-06-11T19:21:05.578+08:00Jack-Of-All-TradesWhen I picture myself in the future, I see the older version of me, clad in an outfit that expresses my style.<div><br /></div><div>I'm manning my very own boutique, which is not found inside the common mall but still, is found in a most accessible place.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The 2-story building of my boutique, which is made-up of glass windows all around, houses labor made out of love, passion, and thoughtfulness: my clothing designs.</div><div><br /></div><div>It will consist of casual wear mostly, instead of glamorous gowns and haute couture </div><div>It will influence and change the style of the Filipino mass, allowing each individual to have and <i>own </i>his or her distinct style.</div><div>It will make the citizens of this country <i>more fashion concious</i>, taking note of the truth that fashion is a form of self-expression.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to be one busy woman, juggling careers.</div><div>I will not only be a business woman, I will also be a freelance graphic artist, stylist, and magazine editor or writer.</div><div>I will be influential and famous.</div><div>I will be helpful and innovative.</div><div>I will continue learning and I will continue applying what I've learned.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to keep on dreaming...</div><div><br /></div><div>But at present, <i>this</i> is my dream for <i>my</i> future.</div><div>And I'm going to make it come <i>true</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-9250785248209018762010-06-08T20:29:00.001+08:002010-06-08T20:29:52.086+08:00First Day JittersBig Group, Mayers, Energy Bars, HuLi, Foreign Friends<br /><br />HELLO! First day of college life todaaayy!<br />OMG. I can feel it. MAHABANG KWENTUHAN 'TO.<br /><br />Sorry? :D But I can't help it guys.<br />Let's all be realistic. This is the best chance I've got to tell you all my kwentos if I can't do so personally right?<br />As much as I'd want to see all of you and talk gibberish-nonsense (parehas lang yun) about how my first day went, it's hard to keep in touch that way sooo...FB MESSAGE!<br />TADAAA!<br /><br /><br />Anyway, where shall I start? I have two days' worth of story. :D<br /><br />First is the campus tour which I had with Maxine and Fatima last Monday, 9am.<br />FAMI AND I TALKED OF LEAVING OUR HOUSES AT 7:15am AND MY PHONE ALARMED AT 6am. BUT GUESS WHAT? I FELL ASLEEP AND ENDED UP WAKING AT 7:15AM INSTEAD.<br /><br />I made it though so, no problem there. :D<br /><br />Fami and I went to UP together and when we arrived there, the group we were going to have a tour with were playing a game. Adjective that starts with letter of your name, and then, your name. :))<br />AMAZING AIEN. Joke.<br /><br />I said Approachable Aien. :))<br />Pa-friendly effect ako.<br /><br />Afterwards, we rode the bus. WAW DIBA. MAY BUS SA UP! -Especially for us Freshmen! Hahaha. Kidding. The "tour guides" were hilarious.<br />We went around the campus with them pointing to the buildings and naming what they were.<br />It wasn't helpful for me though...or maybe I just wasn't concentrating and listening to it hard enough.<br /><br />After the tour which only took about an hour, Fami, Maxine and I went to the registration building to pay for our ID photo. IT'S NOT PART OF THE FREAKIN' TUITON FEE. Why??<br /><br />HAHAHAHA.<br /><br />The line wasn't that long but, it wasn't short either. :p<br /><br />Moving on...the three of us decided to "tour" the campus by ourselves. Trying to find our respective buildings and all.<br />WE ALWAYS WALKED. NO MATTER HOW FAR THE BUIDLING WAS. Except for the Math Bldg. which was far but...though we intially planned to walk, we took a jeepney becuase I hailed (sp?) it. HEE. Sinong tamad?<br />Not me.<br />But come on! The sweltering heat?<br /><br />It was funny 'cause the AA people were all together and it wasn't even planned.<br />Here's how it happened:<br />After Max, Fami, and I went to the OUR bldg, I met up with Ara to give her back something I borrowed for the summer (Loveless Saturn!). She was with Iya P., Denise O., and Rona Marquez. We met up in Casaa (food court like room/bldg).<br />So, we were all seated on one table. HEE. And then we spotted Ms. Babeth and some other AA teacher who were both finishing their masters I guess? They have THESIS daw. asdfghjkl. Anyway...moving on.<br />Suddenly, while we were all together, I spot Jana San Diego, Brittany Francsico, Jessica dela Cruz, and Alyana Raymundo entering Casaa so...like the crazy-friendly people AA students are, we waved our hands in the air. :))<br />Kidding. So there, they joined us. And we occupied 3 tables there and it was just like our AA caf.<br />Old times, baby, old times. :))<br /><br />So ayun. Walk-tour-intiated-by-ourselves ulet.<br /><br />OH AND BY THE WAY.<br />When Maxine, Fami and I were on our way to Casaa, a freakin' banana leaf (or a tree leaf that looked just like that) FELL ON MY HEAD. IT REALLY HIT MY HEAD.<br />Wow, thanks a lot Mother Nature, you really love me. Don't worry, I'm noticing you 'cause you're everywhere and it's seriously like a jungle here.<br />HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.<br />I'm funny.<br />Kidding.<br /><br />So, fast forward to first day. HEE.<br />Sorry, I know that was long already but...PLEASE??? HIHI.<br /><br />Anyway, first day. I woke up and left on time.<br />Actually, I was pretty early! :D (Look who's proud).<br /><br />I met up with Ara and Janine in Petron (9pa class ni Janine pero sumama na siya sa'min). Ara and I have our first class, Comm 3, together, at 8:30am.<br />We rode the jeep until that building. It's a nice one! :) And went to our room which only had more or less 5 students at the mean time. (The other's haven't arrived yet.)<br />I was noisy. HEHEHE.<br />I talked to the whole class sort of. 'Cause the ceiling fans were open but this floor fan wasn't. So I'm like, "buksan ko na ha. HEHEHE." Joke. I dunno. They didn't look at me badly at least so...it's all good I guess. I didn't make friends YET as much as Ara and I were tempted too. HEE.<br />And then, after a while. A girl with cropped colred hair came in. I NOTICE HER. Then...I guess she noticed me too. So she approached us and I'm like "Ate Patty!" (with a matching wave of my hand). HAHAHAHA.<br />So, yep. We're all classmates.<br />30 mins past 8:30, THE PROF ISN'T AROUND YET. And Ate Patty's like "we can leave already." (30-mintue-if-prof-doesn't-arrive-you-can-leave-now-and-do-whatever-you-want rule). And then Ara and I, being the scared shitless Freshmen that we are, didn't go with her. :))<br />We left soon afterwards though realizing it was pointless to stay.<br />We went to Palma hall to look for my next class' schedule which was TO BE ANNOUNCED PA LANG.<br />Upon finding it, we went up and checked the room. I found Monique inside one but, she's having her class so I couldn't wave "Hi!" and be all estatic. Hee.<br /><br />Afterwards, Ara and I were sweating despite the nearness of the bldgs we went too.<br />Man, it was hot!<br />So we went back to our Comm 3 classroom, which was empty already with lights out and everything, and made ourselves feel better and cooler by sitting next to the electric fan I turned on earlier. HAHAHA. Evil Freshmen invasion.<br />JOKE.<br /><br />So, next class na. KAS1. THE PROF WASN'T AROUND EITHER. This first day is getting pointless....<br /><br />I MADE 3 FRIENDS! Clap, clap, clap. :))<br />Alyana, Sarah, and Cathlyn! :)<br />We just sat next to each other and declared to the world were freakin' lost freshmen. Joke.<br />HAHAHA.<br />We had lunch together and...I HAVE A STORY! (Like this isn't one)<br />We bought lunch from Casaa but there were no more table so went to the CAL bldg. and sat on the unoccupied chairs. In less than a minute a young boy approached us. A child. He was carrying a sack with empty bottles and asked for money. We said we'll give him food na lang. Candy. He didn't want it. Then his two siblings came towards us as well, they kept asking for food as well. And, it was just so awkward 'cause the 4 of us had lunch and everything and they didn't and it was just...<br />I gave them my whole meal. Just so they'd stop and for them to have something to eat.<br />BUTI NA LANG PINAGBAON AKO NG DADDY KO NG SANDWHICH. =)))))<br />But later on, huming pa rin sila AND THEY DIDN'T EAT THE VEGGIES. :(<br />I asked the girl to throw the plate and utensils in the trash can 'cause she just left it there. She obeyed me.<br />YAY.<br /><br />So I ate my tuna sandwhich for lunch.<br /><br />My last class was PE -street dance.<br />YANA R. AND I WERE LATE.<br />AND THE PROF MARKED IT. Huhuhu.<br />2 lates - 1 absence<br />2 abesences - I can't remember but it's definitely not nice!<br /><br />At the end of the day, I hung out with AA people again. And, we skipped the dance concert because there were just a little too many freshmen to fit in their theater.<br />Hehehe.<br /><br />I got home safe enough to type this.<br />BUT MAN, IT WAS TIRING!<br />The heat, the endelss walks, no breeze! :(<br /><br />HAHAHA.<br /><br />Can't wait for tomorrow!<br />I'd be having my major class, Geology, and Math 11.<br /><br />See you all soon, I hope?<br /><br /><br />Love and gratitude (cheesy!),<br />AienAien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-60743915341838281632010-06-06T13:19:00.004+08:002010-06-06T15:00:24.828+08:00So Long Sweet SummerMy days are numbered.<div><br /></div><div>In less than 24 hours, I will board a bus bound to tour me around the campus of my new school.</div><div>In less than 48 hours, a fresh school year officially starts for me, and a few others.</div><div><br /></div><div>Soon, the countless hours I spend on the computer, using the internet, watching tv, and listening to the radio (yes, I have nothing more special to do than these) will be replaced by countless hours of commuting, walking, burning my butt-off sitting on a chair inside the respective classrooms of the different classes I'd be having, studying, studying, studying, and finally, getting my social life back in action because, I am once again in touch with the outside world. Ha!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm excited and nervous at the same time.</div><div>It would be too <i>new, </i>don't you think?</div><div><i>Everything</i> would be too <i>new</i> except for a few familiar faces.</div><div><br /></div><div>-unfinished-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>"No one writes real letters anymore."</i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Firetruck Doki Doki - The All New Adventures of Us</span></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-65785340116355618072010-06-03T03:37:00.004+08:002010-06-03T03:47:17.996+08:00Seth Cohen To Eyeliner Wearing Dark Band Vocalist<img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3ejstXKJY1qbhucno1_500.jpg" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I just watched <em style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; ">Jennifer’s Body</em> with my brothers, in the wee hours of the morning.</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;">Incredible OST. :)</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;">I must say, I found it a bit off to find Adam Brody, the boy played Seth Cohen, playing some eyeliner-wearing vocalist of a dark band. HAHAHA.</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;">He must have grown out of his love for indie bands and decided to be in one instead. Ha!</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><br /></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Song/Artist</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You - Black Kids</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Little Lover’s So Polite - Silversun Pickups</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Urgent - Foreigner</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sacred Heart (sacre coeur) - It Dies Today</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Through The Trees - Ryan Levine</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One More Night - Ryan Levine</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Celestial Crown - The Sword</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">New In Town - Little Boots</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Teenagers - Hayley Williams</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Time - Cute Is What We Aim For</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Celebrated Chopstick Waltz</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I Can See Clearly Now - Screeching Weasel</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Finishing School - Dashboard Confessional</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">867-5309/Jenny - James Keller</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kiss With A Fist - Florence and the Machine</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">New Perspective - Panic At The Disco</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Death - White Lies</span></p><p color="initial" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Violet - Hole</span></p><p color="initial" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In The Flesh - Ryan Levine</span></p><p color="initial" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ready For The Floor - Lissy Trullie</span></p><p color="initial" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chew Me Up And Spit Me Out - Cobra Starship</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Toxic Valentine - All Time Low</span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I like Chip's character. :)</span></p></span></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-42828658553259819982010-05-29T16:58:00.002+08:002010-05-29T17:02:04.135+08:00My Loneliness Is Killing MeHit Me Baby One More Time - Britney Spears<div><br /></div><div>I don't even know if I got the title and the spelling of the artist correctly.</div><div>I'm so lonelyyy. :(</div><div><br /></div><div><s>Hahaha. I have no freakin' social life. I feel...uninteresting. HAHAHA. Wth.</div><div>I'm emo. :))</s></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm listening to Band of Horses' song, <i>Factory</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; ">The elevator in the hotel lobby has a lazy door<br />The man inside is going to a hotel room<br />He jumped out right after seeing just the very sight of me<br />Decided he better hike it to the second floor<br /><br /><b>It's temporary, this place I'm in<br />I permanently won't do this again</b><br />My belongings scattered all across the hotel floor<br /><br />An hour later I was thinking it over by the snack machine<br />I thought about you and a candy bar<br />An hour later melon gum stuck between my teeth<br />I fell asleep to the greatest movie of the year<br /><br />It gets lonely for heavens sake<br />Was wondering only what did you do today<br />The world is spinning round to an old sad love song<br /><br />It's coming down outside like I've never even seen before<br />I fell into some kind of sorry state<br />But looking back now I think it's finally time for me to laugh about it<br />Get my things together and find something to say<br /><br />Well I feel awful and I believe that time gets wasted in this misery<br />And darling I don't ever wanna come back home</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_-WmlI0wgQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_-WmlI0wgQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-60951479754189560232010-05-23T20:27:00.002+08:002010-05-23T20:33:12.996+08:00Tuning My Emotions(currently: <a href="http://www.stereomood.com/activity/relax">playlist</a>)<div><br /></div><div><img src="http://midnightramblers.tumblr.com/photo/1280/624793890/1/tumblr_l2vfg0xyqu1qbhucn" width="600px" /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Hi. :)</div><div>There are <i>too</i> <i>many </i><b>interesting</b> stuff on the internet, don't you think?</div><div>Seriously.</div><div>I think I could spend more than 24 hours, burning my butt on this plastic seat, soaking myself with fashion, culture, photography, and music -even while updating my social life!- and not regret it.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I love the internet!</i></div></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-22850900604094076202010-05-18T20:16:00.000+08:002010-05-18T20:17:32.303+08:00A School Visit, A Wistful Walk<div>I walk past the hallway of the high school cafeteria; past the counter with granite tiles that used to hold our lunch food, even recess, and dismissal snacks. I walk past long aisle of wooden tables with wooden chair. The hallway seems endless but I reach the corner just in time. I turn to my right. A familiar brown gate greets me. Behind it are the Chem and Bio laboratories, dimmed. No lights are turned on.</div><div>I turn to my left and walk past these two rooms.</div><div>I almost reach the end when a cat walked by, purring and making cat sounds.</div><div>"Meow," it said.</div><div>It was the only sound that could be heard except for my muffled footsteps and the pitter-patter of water overflowing 3 floors above. (Did someone leave the tap open and forgot to close it? It's so ironic to see water being wasted within the premises of my old school.)</div><div><br /></div><div>My old school.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel a pang of wistfulness rise within me like a bubble about to burst but, I repress it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I give the room to my right a quick glance.</div><div>Both the room's doors are closed.</div><div>One always used to be open during the school year.</div><div>But the school year has ended.</div><div><br /></div><div>I see the back of a teacher sitting inside. And an electric fan.</div><div>I don't know what made me do it but, I shy away. Fearing to be seen inside the school that used to be mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>I turn to my left and climb the stairs.</div><div>Eager.</div><div>Too eager.</div><div><br /></div><div>I reach the top of the first flight.</div><div>OHMYGOSH. It's my classroom. It's their classroom.</div><div>It's our lockerS!</div><div>I briskly walk towards the one labeled 26.</div><div>That pink rectangular door. How I seldom opened it.</div><div>It never even got to relish the taste of a rusty padlock.</div><div>I open it impulsively.</div><div>It's empty! </div><div>Ohmygosh. They took away all my things!</div><div>My leftovers, they're all gone!</div><div>(But what was I expecting?)</div><div><br /></div><div>But they were trash. I made them clean up after the mess I left.</div><div>How shameful.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the last time I checked, it wasn't empty. It had a carton box which once contained scraps of paper that held bundles of our legacy tickets together, some pairs of scissors, and a few colored paper clips.</div><div>I think I even left a couple of handouts for an absent classmate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, the four walls of my locker is a spotless white, glaring at me; forcing its emptiness onto my face.</div><div>I shut the little pink door.</div><div>Clunk.</div><div><br /></div><div>I look to my left.</div><div>Our class adviser's room.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's door is shut. It's clean. It's empty.</div><div>No stack of paper on top of the cabinets to the right; no calendar pages on top of the desk...</div><div>Across me is our classroom.</div><div>I sneak a peek but the temptation is too hard to resist.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had to go in.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I did.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel claustrophobic.</div><div>It's so clean.</div><div>It's TOO clean.</div><div>Choke. Choke. Choke.</div><div><br /></div><div>Where's the stash of clothing piling up to the left side of our now wiped clean blackboard?</div><div>Where are the smudged chalk writings on the blackboard which were traces of what were once written there and seemed impossible to erase?</div><div>Where's the chalk dust threatening to fill up the brown ledge drawers?!</div><div>Where's the countless Body Shop paper bags underneath the chalk ledge?</div><div>Where's the mess of the brown envelope crowded with missed LPs, activity sheets, quiz papers, and written reports (that I failed to distribute) on top of the teacher's table?</div><div>And, where's the brown cardboard box which no one ever admitted was hers but was filled with unclaimed PE shirts, "Iduyan Mo" costumes, and sheets and sheets of paper? Perhaps even books?</div><div><br /></div><div>What's happened to our classroom?</div><div><br /></div><div>I try to look around for whatever signs that we've once lived inside, within those 4 walls "with windows inside".</div><div><br /></div><div>The cork board near the entrance and exit door is stipped naked.</div><div>How about the one near the blackboard?</div><div><br /></div><div>I breathe out.</div><div>There are still bits and pieces there and I WANTED TO TAKE THEM OUT AND KEEP THEM WITH ME but, they looked too precious for that.</div><div>They're part of the classroom, I know that. I felt that.</div><div>I resist the urge to take down the strips of paper; those pieces of art created by no other than our class's Creative Committee.</div><div>The rules to be followed which never completely were is stapled there.</div><div>The "Class Schedule" with the casette tape drawing is there too while the real class schedule never really found its way to that board.</div><div>-Even during the school year.</div><div><br /></div><div>I check the cabinets behind the blackboard.</div><div>Both are empty, except for the left one near the corkboard which is keeping a big bottle of Jergens lotion in tact.</div><div>(I wonder who owns that?)</div><div><br /></div><div>I turn around.</div><div>The room is clean! Have I said that?</div><div>It wasn't a dream.</div><div>It wasn't a hallucination.</div><div>It wasn't my eyes playing tricks on me.</div><div>The armchairs are aligned properly; the floor are swept; the cabinets, the tables, the ledge, they're all empty.</div><div>Our room is clean!</div><div><br /></div><div>I look up to the improvised "altar" on top of the blackbaord. Mama Mary's still there; praying over the next users of the room, I bet. Hopefully, even the previous ones.</div><div>Next to her statue is...our class candle!</div><div>OHMYGOSH. Can I at least take that home please? (The thought ran through my head quicker than a blink of an eye and it was screaming at me.)</div><div>It belongs to IsaOne truly.</div><div>It was handed over to me by Fr. Edwin himself, no Ms. Raquitico pala (my memory is failing me), during our retreat!</div><div>Can I at least keep that??</div><div>We'll light it up during our future class reunions and...</div><div>that candles is ours!</div><div>I wanted to take it.</div><div>I had a very strong urge to take it.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the "small" inside me squirmed, "Wouldn't that be stealing?"</div><div>But it's our class candle.</div><div>The "big" inside me said, "Well, let's ask authority."</div><div>The image of our class adviser fly to my mind.</div><div><br /></div><div>I go out of the room and walk up to hallway's end. Eager to find our motherly class adviser to ask permission.</div><div>I walk the complete length of the hallway but just had to stop by the announcement board across the room where we used to have our daily morning prayers.</div><div><br /></div><div>It still has the "Congratulations" greeting of the sisters for our successful legacy.</div><div>It still has the list of the girls who signed up for their godparents-to-be for our Commissioning.</div><div>It still has these news/magazine articles that I never really read nor glanced at until now.</div><div>I rush down the flight of stairs, full of emotion, eager to write it all down.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here it is, IsaOne.</div><div>I miss you all.</div><div>And our school too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. That class canlde I was talking about? I asked permission from Ms. Marah and took it home with me. It was too precious to leave behind because I know it is rightfully ours. And ours alone.</div><div>So, next time we meet again, just tell me ok?</div><div>I could bring the candle along and we could light it up together, yeah?</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you IsaOne.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Your dear classmate and friend,</div><div>Aien</div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-41418298846552671222010-05-17T14:08:00.004+08:002010-05-17T14:26:08.096+08:00You Can't Make Up Your Mind, Mind, Mind, Mind, Mind<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Eenie Meenie - Sean Kingston ft. Justin Bieber</span><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://midnightramblers.tumblr.com/photo/1280/600213419/1/tumblr_l2g8lpe6Lq1qbhucn" width="600px" /></div><div><br /></div><div>This song is just <i>so</i> catchy! </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm still missing you, my dear blog.</div><div><s>I have no proper audience in tumblr. Lol.</s></div><div>Not that I have any here but, well. With blogger, there's no expectations. At least, from me there isn't any. *grins*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Stop calling, stop calling."</i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Telephone - Lady Gaga</span></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-11359765088765719292010-05-15T16:34:00.003+08:002010-05-17T14:23:42.763+08:00Neglect.<div><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4607602171_bc3829fecf_b.jpg" width="600px" /></div><div><br /></div>To my dear online journal,<div><br /></div><div>I have <s>ignored</s> and neglected you for the past asdfghjkl weeks and I honestly am sorry.</div><div>Tumblr have provided a hub for me to post <b><i>countless inspirational photos</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> and I just couldn't resist it though I have very few followers.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">But see, tumblr's just a <i>"photo hub" </i>for me. Something like a portfolio.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The rest, specifically my writing is saved up solely for <i>you</i> my dear blog.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">A lot has happened since I last posted.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I've watched a number of movies online, read a few more books (actually just one -<i>Flowers for Algernon</i>), finished the <i>Vampire Diaries</i> series, got myself registered in my future school, went to some of my friends' 18th birthday celebrations, watched a few more movies, watched the first episode of <i>Skins</i> season 4 but got too lazy to watch the rest, created a <a href="http://midnightramblers.tumblr.com/">tumblr account</a> (I am not turning my back on you though so don't worry), wrote quite a number of messages to my dear friends on Facebook, added some songs to my mixpod playlists, doodled and scribbled on my planner, created a bunch of new looks in my Looklet account, faithfully watched the latest episodes of Glee ever since it's 13th episode aired on global television, had <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xzodrj18TA">Total Eclipse of the Heart Glee version</a> as my LSS for days, HAD A HAIRCUT (last May 7, 2010), rewatched the episodes of a previous childhood anime series <i>Cardcaptor Sakura</i>!, ogled at major dream boys at <a href="http://mensmodelstalk.blog8.fc2.com/">this website</a>...</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b>OMG. 5-SECOND INTERRUPTION.</b></div><div><b>MY FRIEND JUST CALLED AND ASKED ME IF I'D BE GOING TO THIS FRIEND'S DEBUT.</b></div><div><b>I SAID YES.</b></div><div><b>SHE SAID, "SEE YOU LATER."</b></div><div><b>I'M LIKE, "WHY LATER?"</b></div><div><b>HER REPLY, "DIBA 16 NGAYON?"</b></div><div><b>ME, "OMGGGGG, NGAYON YON? OHMYGOOOD. I TOTALL FORGOOOOT LADILADILA."</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>So I have to log out right now.</div><div>LIKE NOW.</div><div>And make out whatever outfit I can with the things God blessed me with.</div><div>Ciao!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll catch up with you again next time!</div><div><br /></div><div>With lots of love and panicky jitters,</div><div>Aien</div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-36631534858422161492010-05-05T16:47:00.002+08:002010-05-05T17:03:53.951+08:00Nowhere Boy<img src="http://strangetwistedandderanged.tumblr.com/photo/1280/573093908/1/tumblr_l1xv7vYgO81qbhucn" /><div><br /></div><div>I just watched this movie.</div><div>Really good one.</div><div>I love the plot and how the actors acted. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Aaron Johnson, you made me love you in this movie.</div><div>You can act <i>and</i> sing.</div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-41871643257524878372010-05-05T13:02:00.002+08:002010-05-05T13:05:28.581+08:00Past 2a.m of 2 Days Ago<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><img src="http://strangetwistedandderanged.tumblr.com/photo/1280/570591612/1/tumblr_l1w5stgsbl1qbhucn" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div>Past 2 a.m.<br /><br />I watched an Irish movie earlier this a.m. -around 1a.m. to be exact- entitled, Kisses.<br /><br />Magical movie. Magical.<br /><br />Just like sincere kisses, I guess.<br />How they feel...<br /><br />Just like how that first kiss should feel.<br /><br />I loved the movie because it was innocent, whimsical, honest, and simple.<br /><br />I also love the symbolism of the colors of the movie.<br />How it started out in black and white, and then transitioned into a dull-shades-of-colors phase, and finally, into a full color perspective.<br />It returns to black and white though.<br />But you just know that somehow, something has changed within the protagonists.<br />That inside, they're still full of color.<br /><br />So the story is about two young friends -around of 12 or 13. A boy, and a girl. Their family lives are "bleak", violent for the boy, unhappy for both. So, one day, they runaway after Kylie (the girl) finds a stash of money inside a shoe which is under the double deck bed where she is hiding from either her brother or father.<br /><br />Dylan (the boy) decides to hit his father back when his father inflicts physical violence upon his mom and him. He hits him with this gameboy gadget he's playing with and actually wounds his father's left temple. His father chases after him immediately. Kylie, meanwhile, "hearing the neighbors", rescues Dylan who locks himself up in the washroom.<br /><br />They runaway afterwards.<br />Just for a night<br /><br />But, it was one hell of a night.<br />t was a night of both the "nice and the nasty" -to quote a review I read- but it was magnificent nonetheless.<br /><br />Dylan's kiss on Kylie's cheek in the latter part of the movie was the best.<br />Their kiss was perfect.<br />It was innocent and well meant.<br /><br />And altogether, their relationship was simple.<br />But you know it runs deep -that words need not explain it; just actions are enough.<br /><br />Beautiful movie. Sweet and magical -but not overtly sweet.<br />Just the right amount of feel good movie that leaves a smile lingering across your face even after you've watched it.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">P.S.P.P.S. Their Irish accent was extremely difficult to understand without the subtitles. Understanding their conversations was a failure for me but, though I only comprehended like, 1/3 of their conversations, you'd understand the movie enough to learn to love it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PcuvErtLYeA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PcuvErtLYeA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></span></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-22713815204400430422010-04-28T01:09:00.002+08:002010-04-28T01:37:31.831+08:00Dazed & ConfusedWhat I found in the newsletters...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Dazed & Confused</i></div><div><img src="http://www.dazeddigital.com/TempStore/245984.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>LaGarconne</i></div><div><img src="http://www.lagarconne.com/data/item/7511/zoom/grey-dress-lfz-2.jpg" /></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-87339127536590690332010-04-26T16:30:00.002+08:002010-04-26T16:30:45.649+08:00ENERGY!<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KX_HJEfdCf0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KX_HJEfdCf0&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-84066798755523646822010-04-26T15:28:00.004+08:002010-04-26T15:35:31.988+08:00I Could Spend My Life In This Sweet Surrender<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Don't Want To Miss A Thing - Pomplamoose (Aerosmith Cover)</span><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmENgrVOwgA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmENgrVOwgA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="560" height="385"></embed></object></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-5517498073008155402010-04-26T15:28:00.001+08:002010-04-26T15:28:50.890+08:00I Could Spend My Life In This Sweet SurrenderAien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-12611925142531853772010-04-26T14:06:00.002+08:002010-04-26T14:14:56.091+08:00Inbox, Cleared!Heyo.<div><br /></div><div>I cleared my e-mail inbox, at last!</div><div>Well, what I meant was cleared it of unread newsletters from various sources I've subscribed too.</div><div>Lol.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here're some interesting things I found:</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qI3CNldIpIE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qI3CNldIpIE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3u6-W6UvpU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3u6-W6UvpU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0978764/plotsummary">Sucker Punch</a></i> </b>movie.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.myspace.com/neonindian">Neon Indian</a></b> music.</div><div><br /></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-86654497083026260112010-04-24T13:07:00.001+08:002010-04-24T13:08:40.748+08:00Love In 45 SecondsThis clip puts together the "Oliver and Bliss couple" scenes I love most.<div>And of course, the other scenes not involving both of them. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-P5LFq-ZnE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-P5LFq-ZnE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257263108963782076.post-10908050395011646132010-04-24T03:39:00.001+08:002010-04-24T03:40:36.311+08:00Old School Television Shows<img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/3046/vff0gg1vm6ct.jpg" /><div><br /></div><div>Good times! :)</div><div>Watched the 1st episode on youtube. ;)</div>Aien Lemencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08569704243253313334noreply@blogger.com0