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A bunch of my schoolmates and I are totally into Legally Blonde the Musical, based on the first Legally Blonde film. Needless to say, the musical is very perky, very bouncy, and very, well, blonde. Haha. We love it because it keeps us smiling and laughing through the many problems we encounter. I think our other coursemates who don’t know the musical are starting to wonder where all those songs are from. Haha.

Here’s a clip from the MTV presentation, containing one of our favorite scenes. (Said scene’s about 1:15 minutes in. :D)

(After Elle meets Warner’s new girlfriend, Delta Nu girls appear.)
Elle: Margot, Serena, Pilar? Girls? What are you doing here?
Serena: Elle, this (pointing to Warner and Vivienne) is a tragedy. And every tragedy needs (clapping hands) a Greek Chorus!
Girls (singing): Greek Chorus!

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For me, expression is poetry—it’s my passion; my means to survive in this world of massive emotional chaos. I’ve always been more comfortable expressing myself through random lines than narratives. I love words that sort-of “beat around the bush”—the overstated ones. Say for example, “Re-acquaint my knees with the carpet” instead of “Bring me to my knees” or “Humble me down” (Taken from Brooke Fraser’s song, “Lifeline”) What I love about poetry is the mystery—it doesn’t give all of the emotions away, only hints are revealed. It’s like a puzzle we solve, word by word, line by line.

The first poem I ever wrote was entitled “The Bear.” That was when I did inventive spelling. I remember spelling Back (meaning my back) as bache, because I could not accept that two different words (come back and my back) can be spelled exactly the same. Haha!

Anyway, just like dance and music, poetry possesses rhyt hm. The difference is that in dance and music, there is synchronization between parties. These are the steps, these are the keys/chords. While in poetry, it takes on a more personal level, only you can understand how you think and how you interpret a certain text. We feel it the way we want to and that’s the beauty.

Let me share with you a couple of poems I wrote over the years…

This one I wrote when I was in 6th grade. It still touches me every time I read it because it reminds me of the insecurities I’ve overcome throughout the years.
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Even though I am friendly and sociable, I still value “alone-time” or “me time” occasionally. I love being alone at certain times because I feel so independent.

Here are reasons why I value me-time:

1. Yes it is nice to have someone to talk to while commuting but sometimes, I prefer to be alone (not being emo! ) I like it because I can take my time and won’t be pressured to go to a certain place; I won’t be worried if I am wasting the time of a companion or if he/she really wants to go elsewhere; I could decide which route to pass; In other words, I am in control.
2. I can daydream all day and all night long!
3. I can rest my voice! Haha! For real, it is important to preserve one’s voice even if you are not a singer.
4. I can think and write about random things.
5. It gives me time to pray or whisper something to God.

Do not get me wrong, I love my family and friends dearly! I love hanging out with them and spending time with them. But, I do recognize the fact that sometimes it is important to have time alone for myself, to reassess things, reflect, learn and experience new things, or simply just enjoy the freedom and spontaneity of being me.

So Candy girls, do not be scared to be alone. It does not necessarily equate to being a loner. Sometimes you have to take a break from all the “hanging-out-with-friends” to hang out with yourself.

When a friend tells you he/she needs time alone, respect his/her and the space he/she wishes. You might need some time alone too and you want your friends to understand too.

I must admit though that I have never watched a movie alone. But I have eaten in restos, shopped or simply walked in malls alone for quite a number of times already. Meanwhile, Kath, one of my best friends, does not like the idea of eating alone but she has watched a movie alone already. It is up to you, Candy girl, what you want to do alone. Choose what makes you happy and comfortable but to a certain extent.

Just remember to balance your time. It is still important to mingle with your family and friends just as it is essential to have “me time”.

After all, no man is an island.

Happy and independent,
Bea

I digress. No matter how corny I may look now to everyone after saying this but I am still the type of girl who believes in fairy tales and happy endings. The hopeless romantic in me still owns a very big piece of my personality and I am not afraid to admit it. I know that it is the 21st generation and things have advanced but in my opinion, the boy next door, the knight and shining armour, the pretty boy, and even the handsome prince can still exist today—in their own unique ways. Maybe I am just too much of a weak link for love stories that I fail to see reality but then again, maybe reality just failed to see those love stories.

Ever since I was a kid, I loved the Disney Classics like Cinderella, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, and Beauty and the Beast. *whispers* Our little secret—I still watch it again if it replays on TV. And as I grew up, more fairy tale stories were made into movies. Sometimes, the script is just retaliated, revised, and tweaked a little but they all end with “they live happily ever after.” In our generation, it is what you consider as “chick flicks,” “romantic comedy,” “love story,” and many more rephrased genres. Being a movie buff myself, I constantly enjoy watching those types of movies and I will always have my favorites. Well basically, they are countless since I have cried in oh-so-many movies already but there will always be those movies that just touch my heart in so many ways.

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Right now, you’re probably wondering as to why I never include pictures of myself whenever I blog (only once, when I couldn’t find any picture that will match the entry :p).

Well, wonder no more because I’m going to give you the reasons now.

There are just two and the first one is because I think I already have a trauma, thanks to my beloved classmates. They just love taking pictures of me during my not-so-photo-op moments and when I see the results, BAM! I’d be like, “please delete it na!” My not –so-photo-op moments include scenes that are pretty normal but produce highly unlikable pictures such as when my professors bore me to death (and I do hope, they won’t read this) or when my classmates crack super corny jokes (that still make me laugh) or when the connection of the school’s computer just wouldn’t cooperate (Okay, my school will kick me out now, haha!)

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