Current mood:	excited
Current music:	Ingrid Michaelson - Turn to Stone
Entry tags:	life is ok, weeds

Ooof.
Melane, whenever I complain about the harshness of life, can shut me up with three words: "Pinili mo yan" (You chose that) or "Anong bago dun?" (So what's new?). Friday night after work, I went to her Batangas estate with Jerrie, Piya, and Floyd. Paradiso is always an understatement describing weekends spent in their place. The beach a few minutes away, v. abundant supply of food, alcohol to your heart's content, jutes in Melane's balcony while stars flood the sky. We got home Sunday night, and I met up with Alan for coffee. Pessimist and jaded as I am, there are times when life is, I concede, OK.

Meanwhile, I still haven't packed for San Carlos, Negros Occidental tomorrow, where I'll interview farmers and peasants about stuff they want their government to do to their city, without mentioning genuine agrarian reform as an option. Another meanwhile, since Grey's, The Office, Gossip Girl, etc just aired their season finales, I re-watched some episodes of Weeds, which is set to return in June. As always, fucking brilliant writing. Y'all should watch the first three seasons, seriously.

Tattoo artist: I’m always curious about my customer’s choices.
Nancy: I think this one chose me.
TA: Care to elaborate?
Nancy: It just reminds me that thug means never having to say you’re sorry.
TA: Don’t you mean love?
Nancy: Absolutely not. Love means you’re constantly apologizing.
TA: Tell me about it. I should get “I’m sorry baby” tattooed on my ass.
Nancy: Why don’t you?
TA: I already got a giant eagle chained to a rock there.







Celia: Vodka and cigarettes. Only things that work for me.
Heylia: Fuck this. Let’s light up.
Celia: Here you go.
Veneta: Conrad expects us to finish this plantin’ today.
Heylia: Fuck Conrad. He in the shade.
Celia: You got a boyfriend, Heylia? Husband, lover? Is he a piece of shit lying asshole?
Heylia: I had my shit down. But I’m taking a break, maybe a lifetime break.
Celia: I think I’m doomed to be alone.
Heylia: Ain’t no shamin’.
Celia: Fuckin’ lonely.
Heylia: Buy yourself a dog.
Celia: I’m not good with animals. Men and animals.
Heylia: Men are animals. (laughs)
Venita: Listen to both of you. Two of the scariest bitches on the planet. It’s no wonder nothing with a dick wants to come within a hundred yards of you.
Heylia: I don’t see nothing that has to stand up to pee in your life neither. So shut the fuck up, Venita.
Celia: Yeah, shut the fuck up, Venita. (laughs)