December 31, 2013

A Belated Merry Christmas and Bye Bye 2013!

Happy Holidays!
Just like the past two Christmases, the holiday season is still somewhat subdued due to the calamities we faced. But this time, it's kinda better. Maybe it's the optimism in the air, or the small blessings people are grateful for, but I sure am having a good time this year.

I'm not so sure how I truly was in the past 12 months. In terms of being a blogger, I am happy to say that I have been productive! Plus I got to befriend some of my readers I never thought I had which is really cool and everything.

My personal life isn't as perfect however. Sometimes I would just find myself in the deep trenches of depression and confusion. Those days are unavoidable, after all I'm only human and we all go through shitty times right? So I learned to let go and live life in an optimistic way. In the end the happy memories made the sad days worthwhile and the setbacks more meaningful. I am certain in saying I'm leaving this year behind as a stronger person and that, I guess, is more important. I regret nothing, 2013 had been one hell of a year.

My relationship with Christmas Trees
My mother and my auntie =)
Our dachshund Sakura and my mother's Christmas gift (yep that little teddy, my mother's sense of humor lol)

December 18, 2013

The Busy Week

A huge warm welcome from Ribbon Teddy and me
I'm so sorry if once again I failed to post things in this blog for many days. I had a very busy week, and despite the temptation to push deadlines or put off a few obligations, I know I just can't do it. So what took place last week anyway? Here they are:

Resume and the Exit Interview
For graduating students, we have this responsibility on meeting the necessary requirements so we can walk up the stage. Part of the long list is finalizing our official resumes. This one is different since the school gave us a specified format and if we got through our Final grades at the end of this school year, they're going to bind everything up into one huge book. Fortunately I'm done with this in two day's time and even got my exit interview finished.

Yearbook Photo Shoot
The make-up artists were from Manila, and they know no Bisayan words. It was embarrassing whenever we blurt out some request in vernacular, and realized too late what's amiss and you have to translate everything all over again. As for my 'creative shot' I opted for sitting cross-legged on a stool since I have no other idea on how to creative it should be. I did the one leg over the other sitting position, like a yoga master, blew my mind when I discovered years ago that not everybody could do it. But apart from that, they were the coolest guys ever and the entire process was easier than what I had expected. I'm quite satisfied with my photos too and finished in time.

Greenwich IMC Plan Final Battle
This was part of our school's Junior Marketing Association series of activities in partnership with the Greenwich Pizza and Pasta Chain. My friends and I decided to create a team to try our hands at it. In a most surprising turn of events, we were included in the Top 5 paper. This is against other groups and other schools, so I guess I'm proud that we've come this far.

Our Final defense was hasty and we only got the fifth place. However everything's still cool since we were the only seniors who got in and at least, despite our busy schedule, we were able to present a good paper. Also there were enough food outside the venue to make us happier LOL. Anyway a huge congratulations to the winners!

Office 365 Reporting
Yep, despite all our quizzes, exams and readings, our instructor still found time for use to report about a broad topic such as Microsoft's newest product line. In fairness, I learned a lot from my report and made me contemplate whether to get an Office 365 or not since it's truly remarkable and efficient. Also I lost my Law book that night too. My emotions are equal parts of happiness and regret.

So yeah, like I said, I lost my Law book and we have and exam tomorrow. I might still be busy in the next few months, but as for now, I'm finally giving myself a permission to be lazy. After all, Christmas is near! Stress is huge no-no this season! I'll be continuing my 25 Day Challenge as well.


December 05, 2013

The Doodle for the Day!

No seriously, made this a while ago. During our Philosophy class. Again. The worse thing is, we're going to have our Preliminary exams next meeting and all I did was doodle away like there's no tomorrow. Well, I was listening anyway, but with this kind of notebook, I will just have to prove to myself that I was truly listening to the lectures. Or else I'm doomed.

Another worsening condition is our classes. They're getting more demanding as the graduation date is finally at the horizon for us seniors to applaud. Too many reports to present, papers to write, money to collect and bills to pay. No pain no gain right? I'm not usually prone to complaining but I am currently in an environment where things happened that pisses me to no end. For example, teachers who are always absent, requirements being required at the last minute, expensive but unnecessary projects, weirdly placed expectations.

So maybe I will just have to doodle for a while. Makes me calmer these days. Never thought drawing will become my number one stress reliever T__T

SMAP vs Arashi?

Japanese idols are often depicted as lucky individuals who have made it big, they represent the public and has a close relationship with their audiences. In order to do so, they are not supposed to be seen as intimidating. What's the golden formula then? They must be good, but they must not be perfect. Nowadays, there are two big names in Johnny's, namely SMAP and Arashi. Despite having sempai/kohai relationship, people just love to compare one against the other.

December 02, 2013

Now Trending: Anne Curtis' Outburst

In an article published on entertainment site, JR Isaac, editor and publisher of Circuit Magazine, narrated to Pep editor-in-chief Jo-Ann Maglipon how the incident unfolded last November 23.

Describing it as a typical Friday night, Isaac said he was then hanging out with his friends Leah de Guzman, Charina Zarte, Nix Alano, Phoemela Barranda, Jake Cuenca, and Cruz at the Privé Luxury Club along with the bar's co-owner JM Rodriguez.

Isaac said Curtis was also at the place hosting a bachelorette party for a friend.

Then Anne got up to go to the ladies' toilet. Unknown to her, John Lloyd and Jake Cuenca followed her. The two boys, knowing that Anne was super "kikay" tried to pull a prank on her. They started banging the door of the toilet non-stop, getting louder and louder making Anne so agitated.

The two continued banging the door until they heard that Anne was about to get out.
While waiting for his drink along with de Guzman near the bar, they heard someone shouting from behind. Anne Curtis came out of the restroom of Prive, shouting “who’s banging my door?”
She saw JR Isaac and Leah de Guzman nearby. It was at this instance when the drunk Anne concluded that it was they who were banging the door earlier, and without a word she slapped them both.

Shocked by the scene, John Lloyd then suddenly emerged and approached Anne to tell her that it was he and Jake who did the banging. Anne, who was mad as hell, slapped John Lloyd and shouted at him with all her might, "You are an addict! "

For unknown reason, she screamed “You, what are you doing here?” when she saw Phoemela and pointed at her saying "I can buy you, your friends, and this club!"

Saying things happened so fast, Isaac recalled being ushered by the bouncers away from the drunk Showtime host.

"The management and [club] PR all came to our table and apologized to us. They saw the whole thing. They know we were the ones slapped. In the end, we stayed. We didn't allow it to ruin our night,” he said.

According to Isaac, he harbors no ill feelings toward Curtis because he has known the actress since way back.

Meanwhile, Curtis took to micro-blogging site Twitter to address the controversy.
Hey everyone. I will be making my official statement now & after this, I will not be giving any interviews about this issue anymore. I choose to do this right away because I’ve always been an open book & I don’t like to hide anything…
For those who have read about the issue, yes, most of it is true. I admit to that & I have apologized to all parties included immediately… When I was told of my behavior AND the person who started all of this, due to this persons inappropriate behavior, apologized to me too… Just as I did. Which I accepted too. I choose not to go into detail because I’m not the type to ruin someone else’s name…
Now.. I had been on the super popular juice cleanse for 3 days & attended my best friends bachelorette that night, had one too many drinks which led to some of these unfortunate events. That’s why they say ‘Drink in moderation’. I will charge it to experience & a lesson learned. I’m sorry if I let any of my fans down…. As you all see, I’m just like any other person that makes mistakes in life… 
Thank you to everyone that has messaged me about their support. With where I am today I owe all of you my honesty. Good night.
The "Apology" is kinda off. Does she seriously think that her Juice Cleansing=Bitch Slapping alibi will actually sell? My mother had tried this diet a while ago and I never tasted a slap on my face, despite having provoked her for multiple times already. Yesterday, a smiling Anne Curtis appeared and proclaimed "Isang masaya at moving on na tanghali sa inyo my super sexy madlang people," during the opening of the noontime show. Hilarity ensues:

SOURCEs: 1 2 3

November 30, 2013

Bisaya Edition!

I'm one proud Bisaya! It's a Philippine vernacular but has more speakers compared to the Tagalogs, reaching the Mindanao and Visayas islands. Another note-worthy thing is the never-ending debate as to which is the real national language (but it’s never a good idea to poke either group with a stick haha). But I'm not going to blog about Bisaya pride today though. In fact, I'll try to teach the correct use of certain words and expressions we use. The idea started with this article which does not truly define the right way to use some of the words. I want to try my hand at writing a similar post.

First, let me introduce our bad bad words. I have to because we're talking about expressions right? Swear words would always be present when it comes to that topic regardless of language. Here are the Top Four:
  1. Yawa- The Devil. Literally. So using this as an expression when you feel frustrated or you fell down the stairs is automatically regarded as bad word, after all, you are calling the Devil's name. But apart from swearing it could also be used in normal sentences.
  2. Yati- Honestly, I have no idea what this means, but it is also regarded as a swear word, only a tier below Yawa.
  3. Atay- There's this theory that this word derived from a chicken disease that weakens the liver. So if you say "Gi-atay ka!" well, it's more of a curse than anything.
  4. Peste- Self explanatory.

Now let us continue with other Bisaya words:

    1.  Tsada/Nindot- Both words mean the same thing, which is "nice" but their differences comes in the geographic region they're being used. "Nindot" is a word from Cebu and it is widely accepted that Cebuanos are the ones who use this term more than any other Bisaya. "Tsada" on the other hand is generally accepted as a Cagayan de Oro term, hence our tourism motto.

    2.  Gilanlan- This is the Bisayan for the Tagalog word "pinapapak". I highly doubt that there's an English equivalent for this one. This is the act of directly eating salt, sugar, ketchup, soy sauce, powdered milk, peanut butter, nutella, etc. It could also mean munching on a meal minus the rice.

    3.  Gayud- This adverb which means"very" is another common source of confusion. These days the word "gayud" is commonly shortened to "jud" so best remember that both are the same.

    4.  Langgam- In Tagalog/Filipino,"langgam" means "ant" while in Bisaya it means "bird".

    5.  Maglibang- In Filipino, libang means having entertainment or fun, or just being not bored. However in our side of the archipelago, libang means taking shit. So if you happen to hear someone say "Malibang sa ko" It means that he'll be going to the bathroom to dump some shit.

    6.  Gugma- Here's the "love" translation at last! It's actually a BisDak, or Bisayang Dako. Gugma is part of those deep, ancient words that only the old guys seems to know about, thus those who actually use this word are either in complete utter seriousness or just poking fun at the word itself.

    7.  Lugar Lang- This is what you call out to signal the taxi or jeepney driver to stop if you're in a Bisaya region. If Tagalog people say "Para", "Lugar lang" is more of a longer statement like "I-lugar lang" which is simply "Please place the vehicle somewhere at the side of the road since I'll be getting off now"


One last note for the Manila people, YES I'm talking to you, most especially the people from the national TV channels and media personalities

Can you please, please, refrain from pronouncing Butuan as "Butu-An"? 
First, because it's wrong. The correct way to say it is "But-Wan" and second, it sounds perverted and ultimately hilarious to the rest of the Philippines. Do you even know what "butu" means? It's a fucking penis in Bisaya. 

Yes darlings, you've been calling an innocent Mindanao city a Penis for more than a decade. Considering how this had been going on for years, any kind of justification for this kind of faggotry has long been pulverized.
OH WAIT, other regions have a different translation, but it gets better actually, their version of "butu" is the vagina

November 27, 2013

Doodles Ahoy!

A few weeks in at school I've already started on doodling my lone notebook. As I usually do with this types of post, I am going to tell their individual stories.

The Sun on the far left was due to our Philosophy of Religion class. Our prof was telling us about how ancient people worship the heavens because of its mysterious nature and uncontrollable moods. Made me imagine that maybe the sun truly has a face and we just don't know about it. LOL, so that doodle became the result.
The one in the middle, The Fairy was again the result of our Philosophy class, also in the same lesson only this time we talked about ancient guys believing in a different kind of sacred which are the fairies, the trolls, the elves, etc. Finally the last one, let's call her The Girl, was from our Taxation class. I have no idea how Taxes and Inheritance is related to this girl, but I sure loved it when I was finally done (just before we were dismissed)

I am certain though. that there would be more doodles in the future.  After all this is still the first month in the semester.

UPDATE: here are the pens I'm using btw
Titus Pens are quite good with their marketing these days, and I of course, sincerely love their colorful offerings. I currently got a pink, a purple and a green. It was really weird when I answer quizzes in purple but it's quite handy in terms of drawing doodles.

November 22, 2013

Day 15 - Your Celebrity Crushes

Obviously I went an extra mile for this post. I made a collage of my beautiful babies:
My future husbands
1. Lee Hyuk (조빈) is the gorgeous half of the Korean duo NORAZO which debuted way back in 2005. He is currently known for having such an amazing 18 level octave vocal range and just being the sexy eye candy.
During his pre-debut days, his father was actually against his dreams of becoming a singer. He didn't have enough money for classes too, so Lee is said to have walked to Youngdong bridge so he could sing out loud without distracting anybody. He was also said to have frequent subway stations too as he practices his vocals as the train approaches. That's all in the past now as he had come a long way.

2. Jin Qin (金勤) has been a huge favorite of mine ever since I saw his cute smiles in Skip-Beat! and Hayate the Combat Butler. Unfortunately he only plays minor roles despite having good acting skills. I really am fuming, I mean he's so hot and adorable in his Weibo account (of course I'm following him). But anyways, I'm happy he was able to get himself into successful Taiwanese dramas, maybe he'll get his big break soon.

3. Satoshi Ohno (大野智) An artist, singer, host, actor, dancer, deep-sea fisherman, and the leader of the popular boy group Arashi. Could I ask for more?

4. Tom Hiddleston. Let's face it, Loki was just one of those unknown villains outside the world of comic-book fans. But when this guy wore the green and gold costume and smiled maniacally on the big screen, everybody just fell for the evil guy. Oh yeah, he went to Eton too, as well as University of Cambridge. When it comes to his appearance, he's just flawless:
Yes, I'm a Hiddlestoner.

5. Jensen Ross Ackles is another celebrity crush! I love Supernatural, and before that I was hooked on Smallville, so loving this guy is no surprise. It's almost impossible to imagine him and Dean Winchester as different persons since it's as if he always in character outside the show.

6. Alfredo James "Al" Pacino. The younger version or his present day self, I salute this man. My mother loved the movie Scarface which I only appreciated when I finally watched it. Then came Godfather  which became the final nail on my neutrality coffin, and I was transformed into a giggling fangirl.
To sum up everything:

November 21, 2013

Days 12, 13 and 14- Your thoughts on drugs and alcohol

Day 12 - A picture of the place where you were born
It's currently impossible since my hometown is miles away. I'm not even sure if the hospital still exists.

Day 13 - Discuss your first kiss

Day 14 - Your thoughts on drugs and alcohol
Alcohol's alright, especially the light and tasty stuff. I hate beer though. But since I'm not really what others call as a social (yep not even close) drinker, I'm not in the position to really judge the beverage or the people drinking it.

However for drugs, I blame the persons using them carelessly. Marijuana sounds OK, the most common ones are actually useful in the field of medicine, so I truly am annoyed at how guys tend to abuse these drugs. Plus, being on the road to self-destruction is really sad to behold too. If these drugs were left alone, I highly doubt they would be even illegal. Such is life, there's no turning back now.

November 16, 2013

What's Inside My Pursey Purse?

I have no idea why I spend my time looking at other blogger's What's Inside My Bag posts. It feels like trespassing into somebody else's private room. The scary thing is that it's kinda fun, like trying to decipher their personality through their belongings. 

Then I realized I could make my own too. Thus this post is long overdue, but finally here I am spilling the contents of my ancient bag for the world to see:
Now let's check these shit out:

1. Record Book - I'm a cash custodian for our business this time so this where I record the cash flows and the transactions taking place.
2. School notebook - I mentioned this one in an earlier post. It has a huge Barbie tiara that I fortunately managed to cover up with my schedule. 
3. University ID - Leaving this one is a big no-no. Debating with the university gaurds without an ID is one hell of a war, and school's an everyday shit these days.
4. Umbrella - Quite useful and small enough for my bag
5. Pencil pouch -The innards include 3 post-its, a tiny Hello Kitty multi-colored pen, a correction tape, two ribbon clips and my gold Sony Walkman B Series.
6. Harry Potter pencil pouch - This baby of mine is already eleven years old.
7. Comb - I actually used a brush last semester but I decided it's too heavy already.
8. Cherry Mobile D80 - For texting, calling, ebook reading, and TV viewing.
9. Johnson & Johnson Baby Powder - For this oily face of mine, I refuse to wear heavy make-up in daily activities, so this loose powder is perfect to keep the oiliness away.
10. BEIER Black Wallet - A faggot stole my wallet a while ago. so now I finally got to replace it with this one. Apart from my allowance, my new wallet is still basically empty.
11. Scotch Tape
12. Mirror - I bought this because of the cute pig.
13. Lipbalms -  Can't live without these darlings. I have a Lobello Classic Care, a ChapStick Ultra, and a Cherry Maybelline Lip Smooth Color & Care 
14. AVON Heaven Scent Splash Cologne
15. Lip Gloss - I seldom bring these though, but it's an essential during special occasions.
16. Towel Handkerchief - The most important thing inside my bag. My rhinitis is one big asshole and this is the only help to keep my sanity sane. 

November 14, 2013

Finally Found One of my Fave Stories Ever

The Egg
by Andy Weir

As an introduction, let me just share that I first read this from Galactanet. But I truly fell in love with this simple, mind-blowing short story that I want to have it in this blog too, in case I lost it again. For those who have not yet read this composition, go on with scrolling this page then, I assure you that it's worth your few minutes. If you think Quantum physics, religious debates and political theories are enough to blow your minds, you were wrong (but don't worry it's not going to be too much of a 2deep4u):
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had.
“You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
Fin. But see why I love this?
Quite a fascinating and fantastic concept on the idea of life. It's not usual to get a good story like this where we are forced to really think it over. It's not supposed to be literal of course but the one soul-for-everyone thing just gets to me. Putting relationships with different people under a whole new spotlight all of the sudden. Just fucking brilliant.

November 12, 2013

Help Typhoon Haiyan Victims

Hey folks, been quite busy lately. Between school and other priorities, it's been a full week for me. Things got worse when the Typhoon Haiyan came to Philippines days ago.
Believe me when I say our country is somewhere beneath that cottony thing
Just to clear things up, I'm not a victim of the calamity, thank you to those who emailed me asking for our situation, but we're OK. We live in the northern part of Mindanao and fortunately we only got a cloudy day with scattered rain showers, no floods and no causes for alarm. However our fellow Filipinos living in the Visayas region were greatly affected by the storm, right after an earthquake from weeks ago, and it is enough to bring down our morale. After all, our city had our share with such disaster when Tropical Storm Washi in 2011. We saw how hard it is with no water or electricity, cleaning the roads and the debris, and the bodies. Dead bodies floating everywhere, shortage of caskets, it was chaotic while it lasted.
Seeing a similar event (and unfortunately worse) happening to Leyte and other areas of concern, is really depressing to tell you the truth. There were reports of looting in malls, hijacking trucks containing relief goods, food shortage and even the communication lines are so dead. If you happened to see footages of field reporters going around the place, try to observe the surroundings. If there's one thing you need to know about Philippine roads, most especially in the provinces, is that we are tropical through and through, literally forests everywhere, even among the smaller barangays or smaller cities. But when you look back at the videos, you could only see pathetic tree branches and the wide cloudy sky instead of green leafy umbrellas. That is the extent of this disaster, changing their homes to something unidentifiable.

But since our own city managed to survive and got back on its feet, I believe it could also be possible for them too. Any kind of help will be very much appreciated as we couldn't do this alone.

How to Take Action and help he victims attain safe water, food, shelter, hygiene supplies, medications and other basic needs.
For Filipinos hoping to donate through mobile text, subscribers can follow these steps:
SMS-Text RED<space>AMOUNT to 2899 (Globe) or 4143 (Smart)
G-Cash- Text DONATE<space>AMOUNT<space>4-digit M-PIN<space>REDCROSS to 2882
You can donate the following denominations:
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November 07, 2013

Day 11 - Your Biggest Fear

The fear of holes.
I began noticing this "fear" of mine when I was still in high school. I hate seeing irregular holes in walls, pancakes, drawings or even imagining them. Makes me feel nauseated and wanting to get away from those ugly-as-sin craters as soon as possible. I never really thought much about it through the years but with the help of the ultra-reliable internet, I was able to discover that I am not alone. Apparently it's commonly called Trypophobia and despite being treated as an unofficial phobia, a lot of people actually accepted it as part of their list if fears.
I have found my family.

The best part is as recently as three months ago, Trypophobia is considered by psychologists as an 'invention', or in kinder words, 'a new and uncategorized' phobia. Technically they were right. But just this September, a study from the University of Essex considered that it may have been an old surviving instinct, a natural biological reaction as the brain associates the holes with danger.

Sounds legit. But this is still my number one fear so far. I can't even begin to tell you about those fucking lotus pods, and those fucking photoshops of lotus pods on a person's skin.


November 01, 2013

Pink Colors are Here. I'm Doomed

Let me set the situation first: I almost hadn't made it into this year's second semester due to financial problems. But I soon found myself enrolled due to miraculous circumstances and I'm not complaining. This would be my last months in college too if I'll survive all the major exams, thus my mother saw it would be the best time to buy me a new phone! You see, a good friend had been lending me her extra mobile since contacting me had been a problem.

Honestly though, I could actually live without it. Despite being part of the Facebook-Instagram-Twitter generation, I've always been neutral when it comes to using cellphones. I'm not even a fan of reply to messages or answering calls. But due to our school requirements which requires a ton of group cooperation, I have to own a phone.

First, I chose to have another Nokia C1-01. That model was absolutely sleek, user-friendly, light weight and performs the basic phone features really well. It has the shittiest camera but I was still excited to have one again. Much to my dismay, the sales lady said the model had been phased off already and I should choose from among the newer mobile phone models. Oh you mean those tiny ones with shining metallic body and soft rubber keypads that are quite easy to pulverize?

You must be kidding.

So I wandered off and decided to go for a Cherry Mobile.
I've heard lots of scary stories about these phones. But since it's Halloween, let me summarize them for you:
Cheap China phones that gets broken rather easily. Fortunately that stereotype is only applicable to their touch phones these days so I went for the pink one at the left.
Nope, there were no other colors.

That's not all, I also made a mini back-to-school haul. Being able to enroll myself this semester was one pleasant surprise so I might as well make it the best college sem I've ever had. After buying the essentials like correction tapes, pens and pad papers, a most important decision I have to face was which type of notebook should I go for? I need one that is hardcover, but flattens out really well when opened so I will have no trouble writing. My standards are reasonable but I had a hard time looking. Fortunately I found the right one that fits my specifications perfectly.

The only problem was that it's a Barbie and Barbies usually comes in groups of pink. But I almost didn't make it school this year, do I still have the right to be choosy? Nope.

So here are two of the most important tools I'll be using in the next few months:
Dearest Color Pink. Fate made you my partner this time and I hope you'll be able to bring in a handful of good luck. I need it in order to graduate. =)

October 31, 2013

Days 8, 9 and 10!

Day 8 - ten things you’d like to say to ten different people, without using names
I'm usually frank to people regardless of consequences. This habit of mine makes it hard for me to befriend others, but at least I don't keep things to myself. So all the things I needed to say has been said already so I don't think I'll need this anymore.

Day 9 - your favorite blog
Too many to mention. I've been lurking in the internet since forever and it owuld take a long time for me to finish putting the all my fave links here. However I could share the blogs I'm following in Google, so if you have free time, have a look at my list here.

Day 10 - a picture of your favorite relative
My aunt and Grandma! =)

October 30, 2013

The Rash

First, I just wanna share these photos of my leggy legs during the time I had the worst rashes I've ever had in my entire life as some sort of prologue:
Sorry for the bad quality =)
But I guess the message's clear =(
Whatever you call this kind of rash, it sure fucked me up so bad. Lasted a few weeks and was the itchiest I've ever felt. I have no idea how it began, but I first noticed the bumps on my legs one night, just a few minutes before I fell asleep. The first thing that came to my mind was that they may be due to mosquito bites, as it has always been my skin's default reaction to these pesky insects. Since I was already sleepy and the lights were already out by that time, I decided to forget about the them and I had a long uneventful sleep.

However it is to my utmost horror when I finally saw the real situation the next morning: Islands of bumpy rash all over my legs, my stomach, and even a few on my arms!
Thank God I was calm during the ordeal. The same thing had happened to my mother many years ago and from what I discovered afterwards, it's almost normal and most people I know have gone through this 'phase'. Even my schoolmates fortunately didn't think it was unusual.

Apparently it has a nickname, "hangin-hangin" which literally means "wind-wind". The older guys explained to me that it was due to a certain type of bad breeze and I was temporarily allergic and there was nothing I could do but wait. Naturally, my mind was screaming bullshit at their explanation. But since I found nothing helpful in the internet, I decided to accept their theory instead.

I did not go to a doctor, nor did I take any kind of medication. I went on with my life and everything is cool, only with an additional itchiness I somehow managed to survived. Fortunately my island-like bumps faded on its own, and one day I'm surprised to see again! But I sure hated those days.

October 26, 2013

Wella's Adventures Part 2: That Pretty Woman

This story didn't took place on the road, rather it was in a mall many many years ago. It had been a nice warm morning and mother and I were strolling around the shopping mall for a little while before going home.

I was able to find myself alone in one of the department store's corners. While I was busy admiring clothes, I can't help but noticing the sales ladies looking restless. They were staring at somebody behind me and from the look of their faces, they were both awed and curious. I was immediately curious too so I turned around. Behind me apparently stood the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my entire life. 

Somewhat like this woman, but with a whiter complexion and an amazing facial structure.

She was looking at hats so I was able to ogle at her radiant aura. Up to this day I could still remember her smooth white skin, her incredibly heavy ebony locks, and perfectly placed nose and mouth. She had been quite tall too, and moves in such a graceful manner. The only weird thing about her was that she was wearing such awfully huge sunglasses, as if anytime now she would shrink and hide behind its lens. To make the situation memorable, she was with two bodyguards. Both of them are huge and wearing dark uniforms. 

As I said earlier, this took place years ago and I was still a young girl. Despite the lady's beauty and charm, I was easily intimidated by the bodyguard so I went away to find my mother.
If I think about it now, my conclusion would be that she was either a foreign actress on vacation or could be one of those socialite girls. it's really hard to imagine where that kind of beauty comes from. 

Damn she might have been an elf for all we know. 

Wella's Adventures Part 1: On My Way Home

Even if I feel old typing about about this, I'd like to share my funny and memorable incidents that happened to me years ago. I usually rode the motorela ( A type of public transport found in the Philippines) on my way home during my high school days, during during that time we live so far away from the city and every time I go home, it feels like I'm going on an adventure.

The Late Review: Pacific Rim

Finally finished watching Pacific Rim. Now don't get me wrong, I've seen it many months ago but only up to the part where two kaijus appeared. Over the weekend I was able to finished watching it once and for all and for those who told me it was shit, it was actually awesome you ungrateful assholes. It's an eye candy, monster edition, stop complaining.

Well of course to be fair, it has its long list of cons, that can't be helped. However I'm still seriously pissed to those who treat Pacific Rim as if it's the year's worst crap ever. Come on guys, stop with the exaggeration, it does not make you sound like an honorable movie critic. The film isn't perfect but it sure is enjoyable.

Now, since we've just talked about the downsides of the movie, might as well go on with it, here are the cons:

1. The acting seems off. Fortunately, Idris Elba saves the day. I was quite happy to see Ron Perlman too even if it was only for a minor role.

Thou shall not move.
Thou shall not move
2. Dearest Mako Mori, I love your bravery and stubbornness and all but I really am distracted by your hair. Not that it's bad, but I'm a girl too and I found myself worrying over your short bob for the rest of the movie. Seriously, I'd rather have you in a much simpler hair style.

3. The world government's only contribution to Jaegar-making is... Financial assistance. That's the main impression I got, then later on they told Pentecost that the robots are not effective anymore so they will just have to withdraw their helping hand in a few months. Like bitches, you actually think your wall is a better idea? del Toro should remember that world leaders in movies may have common sense too.

4. Why are there still civilians living near the Pacific? In the prologue it was stated that the people somehow overcame their fear of the monsters since they now have Jaegers and had became complacent later on. BULLSHIT. Those are aliens, huge motherfucking monsters trampling on buildings like spoiled brats, normal people won't just live on at the same place like they used to (unless of course if they're not stable in the head or something) Would have been more realistic if humanity have cowered in the middle of China-Russia and the Kaijus are still coming in.

5. Gipsy Danger survived because of the huge magic sword! Good job Mako for not forgetting about it. Maybe the others could have stood a chance if they remembered this secret weapon. OH WAIT, it's because they don't even have one! All they had was tiny knives and useless punching metal fists and my mind couldn't comprehend why.

Naturally I won't leave out the good parts. Here are the reasons why PR is my fave movie this year:
1. Remember that flying kaiju? I was pleasantly surprised. Made me howl like "FUUUUUCK!" Wait, then there's the jaeger sword making its appearance out of nowhere? Also remember when Pentecost walk out to be a jaegar pilot once again? How about the cute Ashida Mana a.k.a mini Mako crying her heart out? DUDE. Can't count the number of times I sat in front of the screen with my mouth hanging open. Speaking of...

Damn, you could have been Christian Grey =(
2. Charlie Hunnam as Raleigh Becket is just perfect, he has the perfect voice for the prologue and justifies his ass-kicking character with that sexy body of his. Mako approves.

3. Despite having Mako as a semi-love interest, I'm happy to see that there had been no kissing scene. Mako had developed a crush on Becket but at the last part where they were together in the ocean, they look like siblings.

4. The soundtrack is simply amazing. This one just gets me hyped every fucking time.

5. Perfect eye candy. Movie nowadays are filled to the brim with CGI but Pacific Rim is different by actually having uniquely designed monsters, amazing fight scenes and memorable jaegars.

6. The best prologue I've seen in a movie so far. Fast but not hasty, covers all the necessary details, from the people, the government, the economy, and the complacent attitude as well as capitalism humans love so much.

I knew from the first time I saw the trailer that this movie is for me. It felt like Gundam and Voltron all over again, my childhood loves finally making it to to big screen. I have no problem with the movie's downsides, as long as I'm entertained, I will love it. After all this is why it's called the Entertainment Industry. So for all the haters out there, HATE ON BITCHEZ

October 10, 2013

Reading Crazy Rich Asians

This debut novel by Kevin Kwan has been in the bestsellers list for sometime already. From what we could identify from the book's title itself, as well as the reviews found online, this novel is about the different stereotypes of rich Asian families, their lifestyle and their behaviors.
I decided to pick this up since I'm an Asian and Philippines sure has its share of Chinese millionaires. If you'll bother to look at our 50 Richest guys, it's the Filipino-Chinese getting the top three thrones.
Plan #1: marry myself into one of their sons and shit
Anyway, I'm several pages in it now, and it's actually hard to read to be honest. Especially with the places they were going and the things the filthy rich characters were buying. How am I supposed to know what a Poltrona Frau leather is? What is the taste of an Iranian beluga caviar? Thus Wikipedia became my best friend. The book also mentioned a few establishments that I know nothing about, so here is what I discovered about them:
  • Parsons The New School For Design is a private art and design college and is widely recognized as one of the most prestigious art and design universities in the world. 
  • Cambridge Judge Business School which is consistently ranked as one of the world's leading business educational institutions. 
  • The best thing I learned about was the elite British stockbroker and investment bank Cazenove. This bank is rumored to be the appointed stockbroker to Her Majesty The Queen and that despite its 'blue-blooded' reputation and its complete aversion to publicity, it is still one of the most successful brokers and corporate advisers in London.
Back to the main subject, Kwan sure made a long list of Asian stereotypes, just take your pick. I can't possibly list them all here, but despite their differences, I found a common denominator that is applicable to the daughters of the wealthy Asian families:
For the small group of girls growing up within Singapore's most elite milieu, life followed a prescribed order: Beginning at age six, you were enrolled at Methodist Girls' School (MGS), Singapore Chinese Girls' School (SCGS), or the Convent of the Holy Infant Jesus (CHIJ).  
After-school hours were consumed by a team of tutors preparing you for the avalanche of weekly exams (usually in classical Mandarin literature, multi-variable calculus, and molecular biology), followed on the weekends by piano, violin, flute, ballet, or riding, and some sort of Christian Youth Fellowship activity.  
If you did well enough, you entered the National University of Singapore (NUS) and if you did not, you were sent abroad to England (American colleges were deemed substandard). The only acceptable majors were medicine or law (unless you were truly dumb, in which case you settled for accounting).  
After graduating with honors (anything less would bring shame to the family), you practiced your vocation (for not more than three years) before marrying a boy from a suitable family at the age of twenty-five (twenty-eight if you went to med school).  
At this point, you gave up your career to have children (three or more were officially encouraged by the government for women of your background, and at least two should be boys), and life would consist of a gentle rotation of galas, country clubs, Bible study groups, light volunteer work, contract bridge, mah-jong, traveling, and spending time with your grandchildren (dozens and dozens, hopefully) until your quiet and uneventful death.
Spoon Feeding. Seriously, their lives are already planned out in such amazing detail it's like reading a script. The same thing goes for the hilarious way some characters view marriage. There's this funny scene where a girl named Isabel was confused whether to marry a certain guy or not since she's in dilemma since her boyfriend is just a commoner. Then a 'good' friend Francesca decided to narrow down things for her:
"Let's be generous and assume that Simon is making a measly eight hundred thousand a year. After taxes and CPF, his take-home is only about half a million. Where are you going to live on that kind of money? Think about it, you have to factor a million dollars per bedroom, and you need at least three bedrooms, so you are talking three mil for an apartment in Bukit Timah. That's a hundred and fifty thousand a year in mortgage and property taxes. 
Then say you have two kids, and you want to send them to proper schools. At thirty thousand a year each for school fees that's sixty thousand, plus twenty thousand a year each on tutors. That's one hundred thousand a year on schooling alone. 
Servants and nannies, two Indonesian or Sri Lankan maids will cost you another thirty thousand, unless you want one of them to be a Swedish or French au pair, then you're talking eighty thousand a year spent on the help. 
Now, what are we going to do about your own upkeep? At the very least, you'll need ten new outfits per season, so you won't be ashamed to be seen in public. Thank God Singapore only has two seasons: hot and hotter, so let's just say, to be practical, you'll only spend four thousand per look. That's eighty thousand a year for wardrobe. I'll throw in another twenty thousand for one good handbag and a few pairs of new shoes every season. 
And then there is your basic maintenance  hair, facials, mani, pedi, brazilian wax, eyebrow wax, massage, chiro, acupuncture, Pilates, yoga, core fusion, personal trainer. That's another forty thousand a year. 
We've already spent four hundred and seventy thousand of Simon's salary, which leaves just thirty thousand for everything else. How are you going to put food on the table and clothe your babies with that? How will you ever get away to an Aman resort twice a year? And we haven't even taken into account your membership dues at Churchill Club and Pulau Club! 
Don't you see? It's impossible for you to marry Simon. We wouldn't worry if you had your own money, but you know your situation. The clock is ticking on your pretty face. It's time to cut your losses and let Lauren introduce you to one of those eligible Beijing billionaires before it's too late." 
Isabel was reduced to a puddle of tears.
I still have a few pages to read but the theme is already obvious: How a Rich Asian family would accept a mere Cinderella-like mortal into their lives.

The sad thing is I've actually heard similar stories in real life, and usually the ending is either having the child of the rich Chinese family disowned or in some fortunate cases, forgiven but not forgotten. He/she won't be allowed inside the family business anymore and the commoner wife or husband will have a lot of catching up to do. Quite dramatic but stupid. But I guess if you came from an old successful clan, family traditions and heritage are taken seriously.

October 06, 2013

So What's the Real Deal w/ Kim Chiu ?

Before you fangirls scream bloody murder at me, I just want to make myself clear to everyone: I actually like Kim. I'm not a huge fan but I don't dislike her.

Judging from all the hate Kim is receiving from the Pinoy netizens (most especially in the past few years) it's quite obvious that her reputation of being an alleged retokada is gaining ground inside the minds of Filipinos everywhere. When she tries to defend herself by confronting her bashers, she is almost always called Patola Queen seconds later. I don't pretend I'm intellectually superior to anyone, but from my perspective, these types of behavior's perfectly childish. If these haters were in her shoes, they could have done worse.

Things went a bit scary a few months ago when a few throwaway accounts started bashing her in a more severe way and this was the worse:

September 29, 2013

My Weird Attempt at Photography

Fun fact: we don't own a camera. Not even a small, simple digital point-and-shoot camera. Well, we have our phones of course but mine is ancient beyond dimensions and my mother owns dying Motorola. So when I suddenly found myself alone with my friend's digicam during our school's intramurals, I took a few photos around the soccer field (while a game of soccer is currently going on that time). I'm an ignorant that way, so here are the results:
A wheel of some professor's car

My friend's hair

Because I was right in the middle of the parking lot

i have no idea what this signifies

I like the sixth one loljk, also I found this one I took from another friend's cam:
classy, my first food photography

September 28, 2013

The Weird Relationship of EXO with Some of Their Sasaeng Fans

The Korean music industry is bigger than the Japanese these days. Let's face it, they have more popular idol groups an the bigger fanbase worldwide. I like Kpop too but my world revolves around Norazo and old Girls Generation music videos. So when I first heard about EXO from a few friends I was seriously clueless. I haven't heard their songs nor do I even care to listen.

One day, I was reading through Asianjunkie's posts when I noticed a few articles were written specially for EXO's sasaeng fans and it certainly made me interested all of the sudden. The latest news I knew of them was that just this September 15, EXO had to cancel their fansign event in Daejeon because the situation was too chaotic. (Photo related)

I clicked around Google for a while and from the looks of it, EXO fans are unfortunately labeled as the worst fan base in KPOP industry. Worse than TVXQ's.
That is one serious allegation since if memory served me right, even if they are already JYJ and DBSK, the fans are still reported to be anything but sane. Now blogs are comparing those to EXO's. How and why? 

For those who doesn't know the term, Sasaeng fans are basically groups of batshit crazy obsessive Korean fanatics. They are the Korean counterparts of the Japanese Yarakishi. However, where the Japanese idols are heavily gaurded by their agencies, the fans of Korean stars could have a more direct access to their famed idols, stalking and harassing them to no end has became their favorite pastime, hoping for that one fateful day where their lovely Oppas would fall in love with them and shit.
So I find it quite unfair for others to judge the entire fanbase based on them alone.

So what is it that they've truly done against EXO all these years? Let me count the ways. Made the list from various sources, so I am not so sure with the accuracy.

September 25, 2013

I'm Finally Twenty!

It was my birthday yesterday, September 25. So far it had been the busiest birthday I've ever had. So what took place? Here's the schedule

7am-11am Labor Employment for Graduating Students Seminar
The guys from the guidance counselling expected to find more than 700 students but the people who have attended yesterday, including me, only summed up to around 200. So despite the humid weather, the room stayed cozy and less crowded.

11am-12pm Did a bit of research at the school library+lunch
All in one hour. The fortunate thing is the school computers were doing well yesterday, without the usual crashes and lagging it loves to put itself up. I easily finished the research thing then rushed out to have a hasty meal from McDonald's

12pm-1pm Photoshoot for our Feasibility Study's magazine requirement
That's where the photo above came from. Had fun with my team mates and got ourselves good takes. All photos by Hanabelle:

At the Loyola Hall
The earthlings are at the soccer field!
1pm-3pm Religion class
Where our teacher suddenly announced that we can't have our planned outreach program at the Home for the Aged this Sunday so we would do it this day instead, right after class.

3pm-4pm Outreach program on the streets of Divisoria,
Apparently we bought Mcburgers, only a few were given out. But there were only few street children milling about anyway. We walked a long way. I gave my share to a mother and her two young daughters. Even if I've already done this a few years back, I still feel happy seeing the happiness in their eyes with such simple gift.
Also got to know more about some of my classmates on the way back to school. Too bad we only got the chance to befriend each other when the semester is almost at end.

4pm-5pm Went back home to get my mother's employment records then back to the city to have them scanned.

6pm Finally got back home and ate ice cream!
Ube Ice cream by Nestle

Despite the hardships and journey I have to endure...yesterday, I find the day amazing and happy. I wasn't in my complaining mood and was actually feeling good. Thanks to all those people who have made my life colorful!

September 21, 2013

Surprisingly Mean Celebrities?

I was browsing thorugh a few reddit pages when I happen to came upon this Askreddit post:

Now, this subreddit is just full of good questions but this particular one is attention-grabbing so I decided to read through it. As expected, most of the replies are the usual "I asked for an autograph and he/she declined so he/she's a bitchy shit" shit. It's hard work to actually read legit sounding experiences with mean celebrities, without all the drama of being scorned by someone famous.

To sum them all up, Demi Lovato, Julia Roberts, and Anne Hathaway are apparently mean girls in real life. Lindsay Lohan is said to be bitchy too but her weirdness is more noteworthy, so it's not really clear which is the real thing. The most surprising I read about was Micheal Jordan is the default Horrible Dick in Real Life. Oh and that Rachel Ray "is a terrible human being".

In the neutral side, Emma Watson is extremely introverted/shy and Mariah Carrey is (not surprised here) is a total diva.

On the brighter side, Adam Sandler, Kim Kardashian, Selena Gomez, John Mayer, Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner, Taylor Swift, Mila Kunis, James Franco,Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alec Baldwin, Joseph Gordon Levitt, Jeff Bridges, Dywane Johnson, Robin Williams are are ultra nice guys.

Last but not the least, Keanu Reeves is a saint.

Well, these are not my experiences or opinions, it could be a full decade before I could even meet a Hollywood celebrity in person.

So to read how various experiences formed into conclusions, read the rest of the thread here.

September 20, 2013

Update: Forex, Sports and Books

First of all, I apologize for being absent in the past few days. This week had been our school's intramurals and for what could be the first time ever, our school decided to give three days for us students to support our colleges! Last year we had classes while a soccer game was going on outside so this was  such a much loved decision.

So anyway, the theme this year is "Ruby Olympics". The week started off with the cheer dance competition. Though our college was last year's champions, we failed to get the top place this time. But everything's still good since all of the colleges gave their best show. Soccer and basketball proved to be the most popular among the students, and the individual sports have also acquired ggood-sized crowds. In general, I enjoyed the games we've watched. Tomorrow, there would be a Mr. & Ms. Intramurals 2013 pageant too, right before the closing ceremonies.

so fucking excited for this one
After all these I'm back to reality though. How I wish to question the reality of reality, but I can't. It's all real and I need to finish doing my FOREX project as soon as possible. It's our only major project this semester and I badly need good grades. But unfortunately I'm having trouble trading since I still have no idea how to do this stuff:

So this is... the marketing course I signed up for?
WAIT, I still have good news
I'm reading again!!! Not that I've literally stopped, but after a long while, I finally got a good title to immerse myself in. It's no other than Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. Dubbed as the second most influential book in the world, just right behind the Bible. I have no idea what to expect as I opened it though but I am still pleasantly surprised. Right at the first chapter I am already bombarded with tons of philosophical ideas. Simply A.Mazing. I'm not done with it yet, but I've browsed the web for it and saw a quote:
"To love a woman for her virtues is meaningless. She's earned it, it's a payment, not a gift. But to love her for her vices is a real gift, unearned and undeserved. To love her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake - and that is a real tribute of love, because you sacrifice your conscience, your reason, your integrity and your invaluable self-esteem."
I am not yet on this part of the book, but this quote is just so damn good and could stand by itself. Like I said, the book offers so many ideas it's hard to track of them. People were right Atlas Shrugged is truly influential.

Between reading thick novels and trading dollars and cheering for strangers, I still need to finish another paper too and we have this upcoming final exams and the future looks hazy and shit. So I'll be busy for awhile but I will get back here as soon as I'm done with my  priorities =)


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