Thanks to my ever-loyal breathing teddy bear, I was able to watch Kill Bill way ahead of the pack. You guys should check it out. It has so much violence and kickass chick stunts it makes Traffic and Snatch look like Spongebob Squarepants.

Note to self: Grow your hair longer and have it styled like Lucy Liu's teenage girl bodyguard's hair. Pitch black, straight till the just an inch past the shoulders and with bangs. Oh, and don't forget to go on a severe diet so you could don that perversely sexy Japanese schoolgirl uniform to go with it.

You guys should definitely watch this movie.

This is so cool a life! Yesterday, I interviewed international singer/songwriter Alice Peacock at the Holiday Inn Ortigas (formerly Manila Galleria Suites). It's amazing how I never flinched nor stammered during the conversation, as I usually do, and went through it like I was just talking to a close friend. She looks so much prettier in person! The press kit contained pictures that appeared in her album cover and on her website and, there, she had curly hair. When I saw Alice yesterday, she had ultra straight hair white brown and blonde streaks. And oh my what a cleavage. I constantly shifted in my seat so as not to be distracted by her plunging neckline and have her think I have fantasies about her. And she had such beautiful skin! I wish mine were as flawless as hers. I felt like a toad beside her.

When I volunteered for the job, I didn't know who she was. I almost cursed myself for jumping into interviews with people I don't know, but immediately changed my mind and became interested when I saw her website. Check it out at www.alicepeacock.com (sorry I don't know how other people do those link thingies so you'll just have to paste it on the url box). What drew me to her was not her music, but her writing. She writes with such intensity I can almost feel the words seep into my veins and take control of me. But then, it could be that I am so obsessed about writing that finding another writer totally overwhelms me.

I plan on watching her performance at Greenbelt 2 tonight. It's free so you all should go watch her. She has a very earthy, soulful voice you will be compelled to stare with your mouth slightly open and forget all about the cup of segafredo coffee on your table. I suggest you order red wine, instead.

Anyway, there were about 9 or 10 writers at the press con from different publications. It was my first time to attend a press con and, knowing how selfish I am with the information I get on my interviews, I felt slightly disappointed. HOWEVER, when the Sony people called us for the briefing, they said that Inquirer was the only one who's gonna get a one-on-one with Ms Peacock. Everyone else would be in a group. YEAH! I wanted to stomp on that wry smile on the PINK writer's face (who thinks he's so gwapo). I was gonna get a one-on-one and you'll have to share the info you get with 7 other people. 2BU rocks! Thanks to Pam Pastor. And thanks to the voice inside my head who told me to go for it.

On another note, I'M GOING TO THE MANDY MOORE CONCERT FOR FREE! You see, I'm writing something right now for the Philippine National Aids Council (PNAC) and Dr. Poblete offered to give me ticketS to the concert. (Mandy is working with UNAIDS and the PNAC to prevent the spread of AIDS and I think a huge bulk of her concert sales would be donated to charity. )He even said he would give me access to Mandy Moore's press con on November 21, but I don't have a press ID yet. Sayang. I would have wanted to have my pictures taken with her. Not that I adore Mandy Moore, ha! It's just one of those milestones I wouldn't dare pass up. Besides, it would make my sister swoon. hahahaha!

I gotta get back to work. The articles are waiting. I prepare to die in quicksand.

If the A.P.I. song were sung by Salbakuta instead of the Black Eyed Peas, would we still be lapping it up like creamy milk to the fattest of cats? I think not. The fact that BEP has some tinge of "whiteness" to it makes us, Filipinos, think its some ode to the greatness of the Philippines. I'd like to think the group has a very good PR crew - to be aware that the county absorbs anything American, even if it sucks. And worse, even if another allegedly jologs Noypi group can do the same thing.

Pustahan tayo. If Salbakuta or Death Threat or Andrew E does a cover of this song, we'll all be cringing in our seats.

I need to write something more substantial than business abstracts. While working for this company may seem like a dream to behold, having to read and write about international firms nearly 15 times each day can actually create a multitude of distortions in one's mental state. This doesn't mean that I hate my job, though. I mean, it doesn have its perks sometimes. Especially when I intend to piss off a friend with an ego suffering from elephantitis. It's just that I wish I were doing something else sometimes. Like stop for a second, detach my soul from my body and drift from event to event and watch people go about their lives recklessly without having to worry about mine. Or just sit in a corner of an empty room and stare at the walls, painting images in my mind. Or, maybe, just stop working altogether, pack my bags and head straight back to Davao City where my family is waiting with open arms to feed and clothe me without question.

I have a 17-year-old sister who thinks I'm 23, when I'm only 22. I have a mother who does not understand the true nature of my job, and a father who's constantly confused which company I really work at full-time. I also have grandparents who don't really bother much about what I do as long it sounds good and they can brag about it to all their amigas. And I have some friends who are not informed enough to think that Financial Times is a stockbroking firm (It's really annoying to have to explain to these people what the company does, I tell you. I expected them to know about it at first mention. But I really can't blame them. What do they know about what the business world reads?)

I have a 2-year-old book project which remains a concept up until today. In my mind is another graphic novel venture I still haven't worked on. And I have an empty 2 bedroom condo unit which has no furniture besides a bed (soon to have a gas stove courtesy of my mother).

I probably need a break. A vacation. Another life. If only I could take the time machine out of here to see what lies in store in the future, I would so I won't have to bust my butt doing things that are unnecessary to reach my destiny.

There are two more Australian articles waiting to be read on my desk. I am blogging to escape having to write abstracts on them. It's a boring job, but somebody has to do it. And in this office, there are 9 of us basking in the assault.

I wonder if they share the same sentiment.