I’m in a very weird mood today… I’ve got colds I don’t want to have, money I want to have, vacations and outings I wish I had, and weight I never wanted in the first place.

In the grand tradition of Bridget Jones Diary, I shall start this ‘diary’ (lose translation) entry like she does hers:

7 st 7, calories ? (I don’t count), shags 0 (I wish I had a sex life! –oh God, did I just say that?!)), exercise swimming (a few laps last week which I couldn’t do this week coz I’ve got colds and it’s really sucky coz I’m exercising and dieting and yet I’m NOT LOSING WEIGHT!!! What is wrong with my body? WHAT the blazes is wrong with my metabolism? And why am I ranting within parenthesis-es?!?!!)

Ayon. Did I miss anything? I hope not.

Y’know, in watching Shark Tale, I saw the trailer for BJD2. I thought Renee Zelweger (?) didn’t want the role again? But there she was, in her fatty role and Brit accent.

The trailer started damn funny, she was on the phone with her boyfriend, Mark Darcy (Colin Firth – so cute and hunky! Wish he was mine, forget the age difference!) where she was saying that she remembers a moment in their sex life and then we switch over to Mark Darcy’s side of the convo and she’s – you guessed it! – on speakerphone while Mark was holding an – you guessed it! (it’s not like we haven’t watched movies and TVs our whole life) – important meeting with ambassadors and other important people. Heheheh fuh-nee! Colin Firth’s expression was priceless! Although I don’t get why there’s a scene where she’s about to have sex with Daniel what’s-his-face. Hugh Grant is back in all his glory in his thankless role as the womanizing jerk. Why? Why why why? I thought she was sooo over him?! Why again? She’s got Mark (Colin – drool), what does she need Daniel (Hugh – old) for? Argh!

Trish says I should read the books because she liked the books more than the movie. I liked the movie more than the books so I was only able to trudge through the first half of BJD1 before having to put it down. Trish says I should read the second coz there’s a really funny part near the end. The end? Aaaaah! Why end?! Why couldn’t it be the start?! Then I won’t have to trudge through incomplete sentences and reading v.g. and g. and not g. which brings back memories to when a was a little tyke and teachers wrote stars and stamps and e’s and vg’s and g’s.

And I just realized that "E’s" sound like ecstacy. Ugh. Now I have this image of one of my pamangkins asking me what the "E" of my contemporaries mean and how does it differ from the "E" of the kids. Ugh.

Y’know, I always wondered how parents would explain all about the birds and the bees and the vices and all that to their little impressionable kids? Too little information wouldn’t satisfy their curiosity, too much and you give more than they can handle. And "I’ll tell you when you’re older" doesn’t really seem apt since I always figure that once one is ready to ask the questions, they usually are ready to hear the answers.

I’ve also been sorting through my list of lyrics and came across this song which I’ve always liked:

Someday We'll Know
Mandy Moore & Jonathan Foreman

Ninety miles outside Chicago can't stop driving, I don't know why
So many questions I need an answer
Two years and later you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry? Ooh

CHORUS1
Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you

Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you for the 97th time tonight
CHORUS

CHORUS2
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
Watched the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question (one question, question)
Why aren't you here with me tonight?
CHORUS 1&2

It always makes me feel nostalgic. Not just coz it’s the soundtrack of one of the best love stories written and played, but coz my high school friend, Joseph, once sang it for/by/to me. Changed some lyrics though… like instead of "someday we’ll know why love can move a mountain" he sang, "someday we’ll know why Macky love Kaye" (macky was my then-suitor). Which, really, was embarrassing and yet at the same time, strangely touching. Probably coz nobody has ever dedicated OR written a song for/about me. ‘Sides, Jows was a sweetie. I could forgive him anything

Last night, for no reason whatsoever, I craved Sailormoon and so plugged in the CD that Verne (arigatoo gozaimasu!) so nicely burned for me ( Tina Arena: "I wancha to buuuuurrrn, burn for me babeeee like a candle in daaah dark oh buuuuurrrn buuurn for meee buuurn for meeee"). Out of the very nice songs, the only things that jump out at me are the "anata no’s" and "anata wa’s" which mean ‘your’ and ‘you’. All the rest, I don’t understand. The ‘are’, ‘kore’, ‘kare (kare-kare – yum!)’ also jump out but I never got it straight in my head which was there, that, this, over there.

I want Sailormoon VCDS/DVDS!! And so I searched them out and, yowza!, do they cost a whole lotta moolah! Why isn’t piracy infiltrating that market! I’d have bought!! I want one!! Heck, I want ALL!!

And coz of that, I’m reminded of another song I remember that’s apt for me:

Money, Money, Money
Abba

I work all night, I work all day to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain’t it sad
And still there never seems to be a single a penny left for me
That’s too bad
In my dreams I have a plan, if I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work at all, I’d fool around and have a ball

CHORUS
Money, money, money
Must be funny in the rich man’s world
Money, money, money
Always sunny in the rich man’s world
All the things I could do if I had a little money
It’s a rich man’s world

A man like that is hard to find but I can’t get him off my mind
Ain’t it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn’t fancy me
That’s too bad
So I must leave, I’ll have to go to Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same
CHORUS (2x)
It’s a rich man’s world

Many people don’t know who the heck Abba is/are, but I do. I first heard of them in my I-can’t-live-without-MTV days during an MTV Classic episode where they played Thank You For The Music, a song I haven’t heard before (I mean, c’mon, everybody’s heard of Dancing Queen) and at first, I thought it was some sort of tribute to whoever singer. It was only later that I found out that it was just one of their songs and not a tribute to any dead singer reminiscent of Elton John’s Candle In The Wind for my soon-to-be mother-in-law Princess Di and that M-Monroe-sex-goddess-girl person. And since watching Mamma Mia the Broadway play, all their songs are actually really nice. But let’s not let my mom hear that, ok? She’s under the belief that I dislike the songs of her era. So not true.

Anyway, back to my money problems… I wish I had money, loads of it. I wonder if ever there’ll come a time when I won’t worry about money? I’m a Leo, dammit. My comfort zone is knowing I’ve got money. But I’m also a Leo in the sense that I’m generous. So, why, why, why doesn’t God give me money? I mean, I’d definitely give to foundations and maybe even start a few. I’m an advocate of the environment as well as sickness (hello, I’m a doctor… or soon to be one). Haaay. I wish I’d inherit. Or marry someone who’s a financial whiz and earns money as easily as he breathes the air. Hay naku. Money, money, money nga talaga…

Wow. This is a long post. Even for me.