February 1, 2006

The General February 2006 Archive

February 20, 2006

It’s been nearly two weeks since I started taking all these strange medicines. They’re not really strange, to tell the truth: Augmentin with co-amoxiclav, which is an antibiotic meant to target Gram Negative bacterial species; Clindamycin, which is another antibiotic that runs after Gram Positives; Sinupret, a herbal decongestant to clear up my sinuses; and my new favorite, the powerful painkiller Tramadol.

Tramadol is a centrally-acting drug, equivalent to morphine in strength. It helps me to chew an not double over in pain. It helps me to eat. Tramadol is now my official happy drug.

Just kidding. I’m not addicted — certainly not! — but after three months of suffering hunger and gourmet food deprivation, why, I suppose I have a right to enjoy myself, don’t I? I remember how hard it was to get through Christmas lunch, all because my teeth started to ache halfway through the macaroni salad. I remember how I couldn’t type the office news and my documents properly, because the veins over my left eye were throbbing and I couldn’t see well. I remember how…

Before this turns into a speech on suffering, let me turn to nicer news. My books have arrived! Sanctuary is prettier now, and so much cleaner to look at. The Romantic, on the other hand, seems discolored — entirely my fault, as I saved the cover file as a JPG, so that the colors were altered every time I opened the file. Drat. Inside, however, is paradise. Go me! Hahahahah!

So what’s the point of this entry? I’ve been suffering with this toothache for months. I’ve been through hell for so many nights. But one look at this product of love and joy — one look at these books on my lap is enough to make me forget about how difficult life really is. Now don’t think I’m escaping into a world of imagination again — I’m simply reveling in, marveling at, and savoring the fact that I have written books, and they’re here, in true, fine form, in my hands.

I have to count my blessings instead of sheep…or toothaches…or throbbing gums…or whatever it is that drops into my path. Life really is beautiful, see, whether you’re living it, or taking painkillers to make sure you do.

February 14, 2006

I was dutifully (desperately) minding my own business the other day, when someone asked why I don’t have a boyfriend yet.

See, the keyword there is “yet.”

Now let me answer that question on this special day, while I patiently (grudgingly) await the answer to my query letter.

All a woman’s happiness rests on her ability to make the most out of life. It does NOT depend on a man.


And that paragraph embodies everything I want to say.

Back to waiting for the reply to my query.

Drat this waiting.

February 10, 2006

The fun part about agent hunting is making the query letter, and learning how to market your book. The bad part is the waiting.

I sent my first email out to Lowenstein-Yost and Associates, New York. The waiting has begun. The nail biting shall not commence until I get a reply from them, saying that they’re interested in seeing the complete manuscript of Sanctuary. At that point, I shall, yes, send them the manuscript; and commence biting my nails, as they shall soon have the evidence that Inez is either a a) loser or b) magnificent writer.

Or they won’t get the manuscript because the courier will lose it, and I shall thus have wasted my hard-earned money on a sheaf of paper that will end up in the middle of the Sahara desert. In that case, I shall have to commence biting my toenails.

In the meantime, I think I’m entitled to a little fun.

The top 5 songs you SHOULD NOT play at your wedding. Note to self: must plan wedding soon.

I picked this tip up from the NaNoWriMo forums. I didn’t catch the joke, to tell the truth, until someone quoted the first lines of the song.

“All my troubles seemed so far away
“Now it looks as though they’re here to stay,
“Oh I believe in yesterday.”

This song isn’t so bad, really, unless the would-be wife was in love with the best man first, in which case…

“Every night in my dreams…I see you…I feel you…”

There goes the wedding night!

I know the lyrics sound nice.

“It’s not how long we held each other’s hand…”

But isn’t this a break-up song?

#2 – CON TE PARTIRO (by Andrea Bocelli/Sarah Brightman)
Yes, yes, the melody is nice…but translate the title first.


…and…the Number 1 Song YOU SHOULD NOT play at any wedding…

#1 – SEPARATE LIVES (by Phil Collins)
True story, I swear (at least according to my cousin Red). A real would-be couple marched down the aisle to THIS SONG. For obvious reasons, they should not have picked it.

“You have no right to ask me how I feel
“You have no right to speak to me so kind
“We can’t go on just holding on to time
“Now that we’re living separate lives.”

The couple’s reason for playing the song? They love the melody.


For goodness’ sake…Where is the reply to my query?!?!?

February 4, 2006

Like Nicee said a few days ago: I’m a little apprehensive about this year’s Oscars.

Now don’t think that I’m acting like I’m some crazed fan with an obssession for awards…I am, but not in the must-stalk-the-Academy-and-demand-a-recount sort of way. I just think that…here it goes…

Brokeback Mountain is nothing special.

There, now I’ve said it. It’s all out. I watched the movie today, and I couldn’t sympathize with the characters. Now look: it isn’t even about the gay cowboy thing. It isn’t even about the GAY thing. It’s just that — let’s put it this way: Before Braveheart, I didn’t care about war and warfare, but after I watched the movie, I learned to appreciate strategies. I sympathized with the lonely princess, the learned outlaw bereaved of his wife, the country without a leader.

Before Life is Beautiful, I didn’t care about the Italian side of the World War II story. As far as I was concerned, they sided with Germany, and deserved no attention from me. After I watched the movie, I just fell in love completely with Italy (as though my trip to Rome hadn’t done me in yet!), and yes, with the idea that life is always beautiful. Happiness depends on you, and you alone.

Before Schindler’s List, I wasn’t into history. Before The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, I wasn’t…wait a minute…I was a fan even before the movies…all right, then…Before Titanic…oh, crap, I hated Titanic…

Oh, whatever! My point is: Brokeback Mountain has a relatively new theme. It’s homosexuality and love in two people you would least expect to embody those two concepts in the same breath. But that’s as far as it goes: it’s a new theme that can potentially mask the ordinary film that’s underneath. Sure, the cinematography was great, but how could you go wrong with a stunning vista and a great director? Sure, the acting was good, but not good enough to push the film past blandness and into greatness.

I know I can’t write a screenplay yet, or shoot a film, much less direct one. I know I have little right to say all this, especially since I have so little film training. But as a viewer who has seen a lot of movies, from epics to simple love stories, from sagas to little tales of triumph and tragedy — as a viewer who has a lot of films to compare Brokeback Mountain with, there are other films more worthy of the Oscar statuette.

They just didn’t exist this year.

So, to those who love the movie, my apologies. I suppose my tastes are different.

And to those who saw the ordinariness of it all, do email me. I need someone to talk to.


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