Wild Thing

I saw "Where The Wild Things Are" over the weekend and absolutely fell in love with the movie. I laughed, I cried, I did the hokey-pokey and I turned myself around.

For those who have yet to see this movie stop reading now until you see it. This entry is a major plot spoiler.





Really? You're still reading.....





No seriously, I'm going to give you a blow by blow account of the movie.......





Don't say I didn't warn you...






Here I go....







I'm goooooiiiiinnnnngggg.....







Anytime now..........








Gone....



I had no pre-conceived notion of the movie and I never read the books as a kid. I was still living in the Philippines and I was only allowed to read the Encyclopedia and school books. My dad was never around to read to me and on the rare occassion that he was home, he would have me read to him instead. My mom on the other hand was occupied with domestic chores and in keeping an orderly home for my sisters and I.

The movie was about a mischievous kid and his emotional journey of childhood angst from losing a father, dealing with his mom and her boyfriend and a sister who completely ignored him. It was a very emotional movie and I found myself sobbing halfway through the end the movie. Anyone who grew up in a semi-dysfunctional to highly-dysfunctional family can totally relate to this movie :)

The "Wild Things" in my interpretation were his emotions whether its anger, sadness, or doubt. Each monster in the movie represented an emotion. The story is centered on Max's growth, survival, change and fury. As the movie progressed, I couldn't help but think about my childhood experiences and how much I wanted to make sense of everything because nothing did. I relied heavily upon my mom's guidance or my sisters leads and when both were unavailable to provide comfort, I am often left to fend for myself.

Throughout the movie, Max had his one on one encounter with the Wild Things. As he conquered each emotion/monster, he started to feel confident about himself until such a time that he finally found the peace and acceptance in his heart that the wild things were now reigned in and that he was ready to take his next journey - growth.

The main character amongst the Wild Things was Carol. He was the mirror image of Max. One of the most touching part of the movie for me was when Max made a heart shaped drawing on the ground with the initial C out of popsicle sticks. Its as if Max realized that in order to change and grow, he would have to accept everything about him. Embrace the emotions, all the "wild things" and only through acceptance can there be love and growth.

Isn't that so true even as an adult? There are still parts of me that I am still trying to make peace with. At times I struggle with it and there are times when I just raise the flag and accept that there are some things about myself that I can never change and that's okay.

Drained from the move and all the organizing and cleaning, I took it easy on Sunday and hung out with the girls. My place is still a giant mess but at least my bed, bathroom and kitchen are now in order.

We hung out at Azmeera's, smoked some hooka, drank some bubblies, people watched on her roof, ate pizza and called it wonderful.

Here's a couple of hilarious videos that Tanya and Azmeera took of me while smoking the hookah and having the smoke come out of my nose only. LOL!

Round 1

Round 2

Reigning it all in

Jakey

New Kid on the Block

Seven months ago I planted a seed of idea. I sent out an intention to the Universe...the Source...God, if you will, that I will once again pursue the idea of moving to the city. My friends and family have all known about my wanting to move to SF for a long time. But every single time I've attempted, something always happened whether it's a change of job, relationship, heart, or just life happening in general.

Seven months later, on the seventh day of the month, and apartment #7, I got what I wanted. I found my perfect little studio, in my perfect little neighborhood in Hayes Valley. Not only is it steps away from the Symphony, Opera and Ballet, it's even on the same street! How's that for manifesting! I trust that everything happens for a reason and that timing is everything. My time has come for me to once again pack my stuff and transplant.

On my birthday this year, I remember walking around the Island of Boracay thinking about what I wanted for lunch. I remember telling my friends the exact food that I wanted to eat, how I would like it prepared and served. A few minutes later, we walked into a restaurant and they had what I wanted, right down to the banana leaf platter that I was describing just moments ago. My friend Zita was so impressed by how fast things manifested for me. You see, she's a strong believer of that book "The Secret". It's basically a book about creating an intention and letting your mind and the Universe work together to manifest what it is you really want. It can be as simple as a perfect meal, a parking spot or something bigger like landing a new job or meeting a Brad Pitt look alike at your local adult watering hole. The point of the book is to focus on what it is you really want, imagine the end result and then send out this invisible energy out to the Universe and in return, it will be granted. This school of thought falls under the branch of Metaphysics.

So can you just imagine my delight when I found my new place? It is everything I have asked for. Walking distance to the symphony, close to my favorite wine bar, and at a price that is a steal! The best part is my unbelievable walk-in closet. It's at least 10ft long...Aaaaahhhh!!!! Plenty of room for all my shoes, clothes and purses :) Another added bonus is a small deck in the back that is perfect for bbq'ing. Not that I'll be doing a lot of that right now but it's nice to have all the same.

I signed my lease on Friday and got my "welcome to the neighborhood" ticket. It was street cleaning day from 12:00-2:00pm. It sucks, but it will force me to really get to know the stupid schedules of the spots around my neighborhood. I moved all weekend long, up and down the stairs, huffing and puffing. It always amazes me how much crap I accumulate in such little amount of time. I mean, I was only with my mom for a little over 2 years, yet it felt like I've moved an entire house! Thank goodness for my beloved friends and family who was there with me every step of the way. I could never have done it by myself even if I tried really hard. It was just impossible.

Pictures to come as soon as I get some kind of order in my place. The current state of my floor is a sea of bags, wine bottles, cups, corks, and unopened boxes of furnitures waiting to be assembled.

Jakey

Party Bus

Yeay! Another one of my long time girlfriend turned 30 over the weekend. We did the whole party bus and had a blast!

The bus was totally pimped. It had wood laminate flooring, plushed leather seats and a dancing pole! I did a little number for the girls and had so much fun. I even got tipped. Not bad for a Begginer :)

This is the first time I've pole danced for a bunch of girls. I have to admit that it was fun dancing for the girls. There was a whole lot of bootie grabbing and pinching and towards the end they were all dancing with me. I also got to teach some of the girsl some tricks. I think I really want my own dancing pole now and throw a girls only party. Super Fun!

Dearest Santa Baby,

I want my own Hot Pink Dancing Pole for Christmas ;-)

Love,
Your #1 fan

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iPole,
Jakey

Hazmat of the Aftermath

Warning: The author wishes to apologize in advance for any offensive, gross, or tmi material on this entry. She is under the influence of legally prescribed drugs, sleep deprivation and living in sheer horror of pain for the past several days. Proceed at your own risk...

Wisdom I do not have...

Two weeks ago, I had quite possibly the worst procedure I have ever gone through my life so far. Wisdom teeth extraction! Ugh, even the terminology sounds ugly!

Let's break down the word extraction...

Ex: nobody like's this prefix. What a bad connotation.

* Ex-boyfriend
* Ex-girlfriend
* Ex friend
* Ex boss

Traction: the adhesive friction of a body on some surface.

These 2 words combined. No bueno!

I anticipated pain and psyched myself up to it. I've had several operations before so I had an idea of the level of pain and recovery time to expect. However, I was not prepared for this one. I'm seriously not being a baby about it. I mean exactly a year ago, I had my foot surgery and I was dancing just 3 short weeks later!

I got to the surgical clinic and walked into the usual pasty white, ultra sterilized room and sat down on what I later coined as the torture chair. The doctor walked in shortly to start the procedure. She grabbed my right arm to insert the needle for the anesthetic IV. I told her that my left arm has more pronounced veins but she proceeded to ignore me and continued with the right. Of course she missed the vein...surprise! And proceeded to do a butterfly on my hand instead. SUCKS! I hate the butterfly way. It hurts double and it never fails to give me a hematoma. Great, it's been 5 minutes and I already have to broken blood vessels!

30 seconds after the IV insertion I remember uttering "I'm going to sleep now".

The procedure took all of an hour and a half. Afterwards I was sent home with a post surgery pamphlet, a bag of gauze and a reminder card for my follow up appointment.

First of all, I don't get why they didn't give me all of these post crap information so that I could have read it ahead of time and better prepared myself.

NOOOO... Instead, they gave it to me post surgery while I'm doped up beyond belief, completely disoriented and can't even stand on my own. The pamphlet later served its purpose as a cupping device as I threw up on it while trying to read post-op caring instructions. All I remember was something about not drinking, smoking or eating for the next couple of weeks.

Okay, I made up the last part but it might as well have disclosed that. The first 4 days was unbelievably painful. I couldn't open my mouth at all. The only thing I can do was to drink or eat through a straw. Which meant that I was constantly hungry and in pain. By the 5th day, I was able to move on to chopsticks and introduced noodle to my liquid diet. I now consider myself a noodle connoisseur. Why noodles? Because it’s the only thing that I can eat that does not require any chewing at all. Just sip, gulp and swallow. I now have an affinity for Soba…yum!

The word noodle derives from the German Nudel (noodle) and may be related to the Latin word nodus (knot). In2005, the oldest noodles yet discovered were found at Qinghai. The 4,000-year-old noodles appear to have been made from millet.

The swelling started the day after the procedure and I was sporting the Quasimodo look for a good 3 days - only the left side of my face was swollen. The pain carried on for a few more days while I bitched and moaned about it to anyone unfortunate enough to be around me. The worst part was that I had to go in to work while still in pain. I couldn't take the normal medicinal dosage otherwise I would have been curled up in a fetal position under my desk, snoring away. So I had to cut the pills in half enough to just slightly numb the pain but not enough to put me to sleep. Each night, I dreamed of 9 hours of sleep in only 3 hours.

I’ve been taking it easy, sleeping longer than I need to, and enjoying the reprieve from having a legitimate excuse to not hit gym.


Hugs not drugs,

Jakey

Are We Human or Are We Dancer?

I saw The Killers live for the first time on Saturday. They played at the Shoreline and I had such an amazing time with the usual suspects. We rocked out to every single song and danced like a crazed teenager. It was 2 hours of pure bliss!

It's been a while since I was at Shorline last but boy did they tighten up their security! I got carded 3 times in a matter of 1/2 hour. I was even wearing a drinking band.

The Killers at Shoreline

So we were trying to make our way to the lawn area when a group of drunk but funny Danes asked us to take a picture of them. In return, they also took a picture of us with them in it too!

Crazy Dane trying to bite my arm off!

Then on Sunday, Lianne was in town for a visit and of course we went to Japantown and had hours of pure fun. She introduced me to the wonderful, crazy world of Japanese Purikura!

- In Japanese pop culture, Purikura is either a photo sticker booth or the product of such a photo booth. It is jointly developed by Atlus and Sega, the first purikura were sold in July 1995.

It was so fun picking out the back grounds, posing silly and then pimping out the pictures. I think we were in there for a total of 2 hours. These photo machines are so cool! I want one! Yes, I know it's the size of my apartment but the booth is big enough to fit my bed at least :)

How close can we get?

Aren't my eyes crazy big! One of the fun things you can do is to photoshop your eyes to any color you want and make it look bigger like those Super Kawaii Japanese models.

Rubber Ducky, you're the one.

You make bath time lots of fun

Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.

Rubber Ducky, joys of joys

When I squeeze you, you make noise

Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true

They sell a similar headband at the Lolita store "Baby, The Stars Shine Bright" for $50!

Yes, I want it, super kyoot!

My Precious

Wow! Now that's talent!

Look at the cute pandas

We even managed to find ourselves in jungle land where elephant poop come in soft pink :)

Kawaii!

Month wrap up

Wow! August turned out to be the busiest birthday month for me. I was celebrating birthdays every weekend. I am partied out. Dehydrated and am now nursing a badly bruised leg - long story of which I don't remember :(

The month started with the dance show, then it was Vannessa birthday, followed by Erik's then my niece and finally the lovely Tanya's. Each celebration of life was so much fun. Drinks were consumed, dance moves were busted and plenty of pictures were taken as evidence :)

This weekend will be my sister Joan's birthday celebration. Thank goodness she is the only one I know of this month who is having a birthday.

August went by so fast. I feel like I really didn't get the relaxation I had hoped for but I had so much fun spending time with all my beloved friends, family and beau.

September 1st - We only have one-third of the year left. Have you been good as far as keeping the silent promises you had given yourself before the clock struck twelve on New Year's eve?

Yeah, me neither :)

Actually, I did better than I thought I would. As I have mentioned before, I didn't have a resolution. I wanted everything and nothing all at once. So instead of making a daunting list of things to do for the year, I just made it up along the way and I have been pleasantly surprised by the outcome of it all.

I managed to get out of my own way and things have worked out and continue to work out just as it's supposed to. Sometimes I find it really difficult to sit and wait for answers to come or events to occur but the "want-not" approach that I have adopted of late is really cultivating the virtue that I so needed to work on - Patience.

So if you haven't yet, its still not too late to start or end what you have been putting off. End the year on a high note. You will thank yourself for it.

The month in review...

Vannessa's

Erik's

Tanya's

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Enjoy,

Jakey

WTF!!! Of The Day

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Now I've definitely seen it all. HIGHlarious!!!

Just the other day, I was talking about wisdom this and wisdom that. Well, the tooth fairy god's are having a field day at my expense right about now.

I went to my dentist yesterday for consultation and you guessed it, I have to get my "Wisdom" teeth removed. All 4 of them.

Wisdom teeth normally appear between the ages of 17 and 25. They are called wisdom teeth because usually they come in when a person is between age 17 and 25 or older—old enough to have supposedly gained some wisdom. Most adults have four wisdom teeth, but it is possible to have more or fewer.

I was first approached by my dentist about my wisdom teeth in my early 20's but it didn't bother me at the time so I let it go and thought to myself that I'll deal with it later on when it starts becoming a problem. It's still not a issue but after seeing this Panoramic X-ray of my teeth, I made the appointment for the surgery straight away.

Holy Tooth Fairy! Look at the one to the right, grown all crazy sideways!

I've come to a conclusion that Wisdom teeth are not really smart at all. I mean they spring out at such a late age only to be extracted! Does not make sense at all. Sigh...

Do you still have yours? Got any words of wisdom for me? hee hee...

Jakey