Reporter: Alma ilang movies na ba ang nagawa mo? I mean bongga ang dami ha! (Alma, how many movies have you made? I mean, there are so many!)
Alma Moreno: AY! ang hirap naman niyan! (Oh, that's a hard question!)
Reporter: Estimate...More or less...how many?
Alma Moreno: More!
Which leads me to...
Three Things I Wish I Had More Of:
1. Time for blog-lurking
Back when I first started this blog, I could spend a lot of time bloghopping, discovering new blogs. Now I don't do that too much anymore (although there are several blogs that I still "stalk" for my own reading pleasure--they don't know I exist). I'm so glad, though, that several people with too much time on their hands were nice enough to stop by this blog and leave comments. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come across their wonderful sites!
I remember undergoing the "counting comments phase," something that I think is common among bloggers. Thankfully, I've outgrown it--and the pressure I was feeling to write something that would appeal to readers. I started out writing for myself, to articulate my
2. Tougher skin
Not meant to be taken literally. Sometimes I get upset at trivial stuff. The littlest of things can set off the waterworks. Some comedy films make me cry, same with commercials. Strangely though, I don't cry easily when I experience personal tragedies or when I really, really hurt (reminds me of a line from Wordsworth's Ode: Intimations of Immortality, which goes, To me the meanest flower that blows can give/Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.)
Size, not quantity! I don't want to end up looking like a cow--or that three-breasted alien chick in the movie Total Recall.
Three Things I Wish I Had Less Of:
I wish I could push the extra flesh that I have on my waist to a place where it would really, really look a gazillion times better. (See #3 above). So that I can wear a bikini at the beach and look good in it. (Ha! You didn't actually think I'd post a bikini-clad picture of me, did you?!?)
Sometimes I speak before I think. I'm not being a deliberate smartass, it's just that there are times when my mouth is bigger than the rest of me. Big enough to accommodate my foot.
Defined as "a feeling of anxiety or apprehension often accompanied by depression." But I'm not really complaining about it all that much. It doesn't happen all that often anyway. Besides, the feeling that my lunatic sense of humor brings more than makes up for it!