Friday, December 31, 2010

Everyday I see the news, all the problems that we could solve.

Tell me what you want to hear, something that were like those years. I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

This time, don't need another perfect line. Don't care if critics ever jump in line. I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

Don't let me disappear. I'm gonna tell you everything. Tell me what you want to hear.

I mean this.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Shutdown Habit

For the whole Christmas break (yes, I have a Christmas break just like in high school and college) I have been sleeping from 5am-3pm regularly. 5am-3pm is not my work shift, it's the time I drop unconscious on the bed and drag myself up in the morning afternoon. Our house-help has been very diligent on reminding me that my eyebags are bigger and darker than the Longchamps. She tells me I'll be welcoming the New Year with two malletas in my eyes. How can I tell her that I prefer the midnight calmness, the silence accompanied by the sound of the water in the aquarium, and no one telling me to do this or that? We always get visitors in daylight, the television is always on, the dog always barks (because of the said visitors that are mind you, visible, so don't start with those ghost stories and sixth sense), and the phone doesn't stop ringing. It's like a corporate jungle here. How about the room? My brother works with a European shift, so no, the room is not safe.

I prefer it that way, sleeping at 5am or 6am depending on when I get light-headed. That's why I'm one of those nocturnal people. And oh, bright lights blind me. These wee hours are my best friends. Gives me time to think (not go emo-bashing) and time to read.

MORAL: There is peace in being alone. Solitude. We do not need to live and breathe on the daily hustle and bustle of people. Why are we so afraid of silence? It is not the end of a conversation, it's being comfortable when no words are necessary. It doesn't mean the end of a party, it's a time we bask in each other's presence, accepting that other people being there is enough for one to go on living.

DJ Earworm - United State of Pop 2010 (Don't Stop the Pop)

Here we go again. DJ Earworm's annual ADHD mix that would get you pumped up whatever you are doing the time you pressed play. What's interesting is not just the music itself, also the way he mashed-up the music videos of the different songs. Pretty impressive, right? I know. That's why he's here.

MORAL: If it's on the list, DJ Earworm will make something out of it.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010


Tuesday can easily be forgotten. I know this day will just pass by the moment I woke up. Mixed feelings of dread (that vacation is going to be over real soon) and excitement (of the promise of a new beginning) are filling me to the brim.

I went out of the house and saw something: the stars are different tonight. They twinkle like it's the last time they'll do so. It's fascinating. I thought it's just one star because my sight was transfixed to it but as I scanned the nightsky, I saw all the stars sparkling tonight. I stood outside for some time, paralyzed, struck in awe.

MORAL: Down and blue, the heavens conspired to make things better for us.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Black Swan

Natalie Portman and choreographer Benjamin Millepied are engaged and expecting their first child, her reps confirm to PEOPLE exclusively. 

The couple met during the production of Black Swan. Portman's performance in the film has earned her nominations for a Golden Globe and Screen Actors Guild Award. 

The actress, 29, will next be seen in the romantic comedy, No Strings Attached, costarringAshton Kutcher. 

This will be the first child for the actress who is due in 2011. 

Fudge. I have built magical worlds and castles around the idea and name of Natalie Portman. How can this happen? The perfect person. So what if I downloaded most of her movies off the Internet? I had a Natalie Portman phase! I drowned myself in tea and finished a book because of this. It's like Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens all over again. The "What?! The?! Heck?!" effect, just like when Paramore butchered the Farro brothers. I know that issue is controversial and still hot in the music world but hey, they let that happen and it's inevitable. Still, What The Heck?! December 2010 is pretty much banged up. And we're just a week away from the New Year. Might as well busy myself with other things. Other things include reading and finally deciding to start planning the next year, not to mention binge eating. So far the only thing I have told myself, "There is such a thing as comb. I must stop finger-combing my hair all the time." See? I'm messed up. Even my fonts are inconsistent. I'll probably watch "The Black Swan" half-choking on water or whatever I would be drinking.

MORAL: And in those two seconds, you knew a lot more than what they do.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Yellow Tea Submarine

Coffee has been the go-to drink when one's bored or just want to chill out. No, you don't drink alcohol just because you want to or you feel like no one loves you. If you're drinking alcohol alone, that's sad! You better look for a drinking buddy (me! me!). Either that or you might have a drinking problem already. Alcoholics Anonymous sounds familiar? Bing it!

I'm straying from the topic again. I've been drinking tea since forever, milk teas included and their additional sugar and "pearls". For quite some time, I've been brewing tea good enough for 3-4 people using our percolator. I put spoonfuls of green tea leaves into the percolator and wait till it boils and change color. I end up drinking/finishing the contents of the percolator resulting into a sleepless night.

A regular solo tea party. Sad I know. But that's about to change! How? Read on!

Chopper, my teammate/friend/officemate/whatever gave me this awesome Tea Submarine for Christmas, just because I think she found it cute or whatever. And here I thought she would give me tofu for Christmas. Nonetheless, it's a great device! Stuff some tea leaves inside the submarine and use it like a teabag! Dip it into the hot water then watch and listen as the bubbles come up. Heehee. Cool shizzles.

Watching water turn to tea has never been this fun for a kid like me. See the color come out from the small holes and you just got to have self-control. You might have a really strong tea in the end.

Tea infuser! It's a more exciting, fun version of a tea bag. Haha.

MORAL: TeaSub, for the perfect tea experience. The TeaSub submerges tea leaves to the bottom of your cup creating the perfect infusion of your favourite brew. These exact words are the ones written at the side of the box. So I'm not really marketing it to you, okay?

I had to stop dipping it. Or else my green tea would taste like ampalaya already. @__@

Monday, December 20, 2010

Intergalactic Space Lava

This was hand-written in my notebook and the title is not related to anything, just something I heard from the movie that was playing the time I was mindlessly writing things off. I better just take a photo of the page and post it. Hmm... Yeah, that's better.

Dec. 19, 2010          12:39 AM

I jumped off from our couch, suddenly having a sense of urgency. I've got to fix my presents. A couple of moments wherein people are talking to me, all I can think of is what to give to whom. And now, I washed my face and whipped out my list - an Excel spreadsheet in my phone. Right now, I'm writing this list on my other-company notebook and will transfer my digital list and put it into writing. *leaves to start writing*

Oh, after 2 hours (time check 2:30 AM) of distraction, eating, writing, and planning, I have a few accounts receivable, nothing to wear in our team's party, and I totally just watched my money go to others. How to welcome Dec. 19? I watched Devil (good enough!) and the 6th episode of The Walking Dead. I still lack a couple of presents, and I know I can't finish Ramona and Beezus today. Why hello there, Sherlock Holmes! I could do some reading today! finished Ramona and Beezus and dropped the idea of reading a book.

MORAL: Writing feels good. Typing feels dehumanizing at times.

Thursday, December 09, 2010

You gave me love for pain, now you're much more than a stranger.
I wanna give you love but all I have is rain.

Ang lahat ng ito ay walang saysay kung hindi rin lang ikaw ang dahilan.

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Squirrel Got Too Much Tea To Drink

WARNING: This is an entry full of totally unrelated sentences stitched together to look like there are paragraphs of meaningful pocketfull of sunshine. This is the epitome of squirrel moment(s).

This is one of those instances when I drink too much green tea and totally forget it also has caffeine. See, I brewed my tea (YES I DO! It's really easy you know.) and while catching up with my series in this order - Nikita, Glee, The Vampire Diaries, Grey's Anatomy - I was drinking tea. By the time I was watching The Vampire Diaries, the percolator was dry. I drank everything. And at 3AM I still feel like it's 9PM. My dad noticed my ADHD because he was eating when I plugged in my flashdisk to the player. He enjoys Nikita because of Maggie Q and duhr, it's an action-packed series with loads of testosterone! Then next played Glee which he also enjoys because he always says how Charice (Pempengco, yo!) is so much better than Rachel Berry. After Glee, The Vampire Diaries played and it was only then that he noticed his kid has ADHD, "Bakit iba na naman?!" Oh, forgot to mention about my ninja scene! I was sitting duck, when a FLIPIS (a flying ipis/cockroach) came from behind and I jumped sideways with a shout, "FLIPIS!" Yes, I really said the word, not like it'll help me at all. I left before Grey's Anatomy reached the 1-minute mark. No area is safe when there's a lurking cockroach around. @.@

I've already put my hiking bag's rain cover back after being washed by Belly. Thanks, Belle, for always cleaning my stuff. Heehee. Speaking of which I haven't even written about my Mt. Pulag experience. Have I ever claimed how much I love the smell of fresh laundry? I would like to thank Cindy for bringing me a new bag from Vietnam. Now I have a bag that is smaller than my trek bag and can serve as a casual bag or even an overnight bag. Why did I type that? Beats me.

I want to join the EcoRun2010! Also, I want a Birthday Run! The only race/run scheduled so far on my birthday is a couple/tandem one. GREAT!!! I still feel awful about what happened last Thursday. When you don't know what happened and it's pinned on you indirectly, that's bad. It's eating me inside, just like ulcer. Of course I'm just kidding but hey. [I'll probably write about it next time.]

Oh I haven't explained the squirrel moment thing. Remember in the Pixar movie "Up" there's the speaking dog aptly named Doug? He starts to talk about something then stops smack in the middle, "Squirrel!" That's my attention span.

MORAL: You just have to understand yourself and know which factors can bring out some weird things in you. Yes, like how green tea's making me type like a madman, blurt out "WTF" things (ask Stacy), and others (ask Ryan). I deleted a couple of sentences because I can't remember what I was supposed to type there. I have only typed "Then" and then.... I searched for the Squirrel Clip, chatted with Ryan, and totally forgot about what comes after "Then". Lame-oh. No, I'm not doing push-ups to be able to sleep just yet... because it's raining outside.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

T-Swizzling Manila

The power of teenagers, tweens, pre-teens, puberty kids, whatever you call the target market, the power is unbelievable. I don't know how they can exudate cold, hard cash for their vices. So when Taylor Swift had news of performing here in Manila, I think the population almost jumped at the same time and tried to put imbalance to the world. Then when the news about the supposed concert being a hoax surfaced, I heard a collective gasp around the metro. And thoughts of the Philippines being 3rd world started again, not solving anything at all like poverty.

Finally, when there were news again that Taylor Swift is having a concert here in the Philippines, the population all drank Red Bull, started curling their hair, and proved that we can bring top-selling artists in the not-so-third-world-Philippines. She's performing in Araneta Coliseum next year and the moment ticket selling started, I believe thousands of tweens cried to their parents or stole money from their older siblings to purchase tickets because on the 3rd day,the dead came to life certain sections were already sold out! Give in 2 more days after the "sold out" news spread like wildfire, the only remaining seats are for General Admission. Really, honey, kids have gone bonkers.

My friend and I think that maybe on January, kids are going to start lining up for the February concert already. It's okay to be there and bring binoculars than stay at home, coop-up and cry because you didn't get to see T-Swizzle swoosh her curly blonde hair in Manila.

MORAL: If the zombies are coming to eat you, run as fast as you can. Tickets are difficult to come by and usually, "in" artists are only going to visit the country once. No regrets, baby.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A long time ago, we used to be friends but I haven't thought of you lately at all.

If ever again, a greeting I send to you. Short and sweet to the soul I intend.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

San Juan Surf Resort - San Juan, La Union

October 23-25, 2010. Long weekend thanks to Barangay elections. :)

For the first time in so many months, I have tasted salty seawater again, have rolled over fine sand, fried myself under the sun, and have experienced another adventure in my life. La Union is "far north" for some people. If you're not that good in geography, I have posted here where La Union is and lodge it into your brain.
This is the Philippines. I know, we look kinda weird.
San Juan, La Union is famous for its consistent waves that lure all the hot surfer boys and girls from all over the world. There are a lot of foreigners there and because the shoreline is not that long, at peak seasons it could really get crowded. Newbies flock San Juan as well, because no, not because of Luke Landrigan you perv, but because of the availability of "surf schools" in the area. Yes, at peak seasons, you could easily kill someone or knock someone unconscious with your surfboard and drown yourself in the process. Thank God, I haven't hit anyone during my stay there. Definitely not a swimming beach, unless you have plans of floating aimlessly in the South China Sea. I say, better hold on tight.

San Juan telling you to look
out for this and get the hell
out of the bus immediately.
First things first, getting there is pretty easy. The place is very convenient because you just have to board a bus (just get there, no need to reserve beforehand) along Cubao like Partas Bus Station and with PHP 385 you could go all the way to the venue as long as you can endure an exciting 6-hour bus ride. You just have to be on the look out on your left side because it's really easy to miss the signage of San Juan Surf Resort. [If you have the time, you could go way up to Baguio as well.] For the ride home, just wait outside the resort! Go wave your hand when a bus that says Cubao passes by.

For accommodation, they got standard aircon rooms good for 2 people at PHP 1,500, good for 4 at PHP 1920, and also fan rooms good for 2 at PHP 890. Pretty much affordable and worth your money. Extra person PHP 200. All rooms come with free breakfast for 2. Mind you, the rooms are not as enchanting as the waves, because they were made just to hold your bags and your sun-baked tired body. Their cheese omelette is love.

Obviously the souvenirs here are expensive. Haha.

So what to do? The shoreline is pretty short, so there's not much room to go jog around. You could walk back and forth the beach in barefoot because there are very few rocks and stones in the area, which makes it good for doing gymnastics in the sand. There are also few stores and souvenir shops, but you could go to the town if you have ADHD and if the beach isn't enough for your entertainment. There are henna tattoo services, well, these are staples in beaches. Word of advice, have your henna after you get stoked if you don't want your tattoo still there even after the henna has been washed off. People watching is fun, especially because there are genuine surfer dudes and dudettes with their toned body and sun-kissed skin. When they swish their saltwater-soaked hair from left to right, it's going to be on slow motion and you'll be living a Teenage Dream. Hahaha.

If you don't like saltwater or if you like to party at night, this beach is not for you. The sand is very fine and fun to rub onto your skin if you love doing that kind of activity. You'll drown (or be drifted somewhere far) if you try to just float around, with the possibility of being hit by a newbie surfer. Surf lessons are PHP 200 per hour inclusive of the use of their rashguards. There are also surfboards available for rent at PHP 200/hr. Tip though, have someone ready to take a photo of you as you learn to surf. Moments like when  you can stand-up on your own and almost hit a kid waddling in the beach is priceless.

Surf Jedi Master and his Padawan.

MORAL: We make our own adventures, if we want something, then make sure as hell that you get it. Life's too short to sit idly by. Go get what you want. Hey, do take note that living for the moment doesn't mean you don't have to think of tomorrow. Living for the moment is not the same as living carelessly. There are, estimated risks.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Scott Pilgrim and the League of Evil Exes

I'm on a blogging backlog. I still haven't posted my entries for Bohol, Cebu, and La Union. I needed a distraction from depression so I double clicked on my copy of a movie can read about after this sentence.

Knives: I have never even kissed a guy...
Scott: Hey... Me neither.

The movie's based on a comic book.
Scott Pilgrim vs the World is a stupid movie awesomely done. Nonetheless, really stupid. I never became a Michael Cera fan and the only reason I'm watching the movie is because of Anna Kendrick's wit, Mary Elizabeth Winstead's pretty face, and Brie Larson's voice. Not to mention that the exes are the bomb! Chris Evans, Brandon Routh, and Jason Schwartzman. Fall in ♥. (Did you just read that as "fall in heart"?)

"You're vegan? Anybody can be vegan."
"Lacto-ovo maybe, but not vegan." --> Brandon Routh is totally correct about this.

There's a freaking Vegan Academy and Vegan Police. And you can be psychic from being vegan because of all the whey. :|

"You were once a vegone, now you'll be gone!" is probably the worst line ever (till I watched through the rest of the movie). -.-

Or maybe I just think I dislike this movie because of Michael Cera? And there is no blooooood!!! Action without blood is pretty lame-o but in this movie it's cool-o. Now that last sentence is really lame.

"I was just bi-curious."
"And now I'm bi-furious! Back-off hasbian!"

Scott Pilgrim vs the World is actually a very nice stupid movie. The effects are great, the music is amazing, the fight scenes are spectacular, the story is stupid, the actors are wonderful, and I am still not a fan of Michael Cera. Considering I watched the movie at 1am and my self-diagnosed ADHD didn't kick in, then it must be a pretty darn good movie!

MORAL: If it's possible to love and hate something/someone at the same time, this is it. And yes, you can download it already. By now I think you have realized this post is totally word vomit, right? Yeah.

I told you, Mary Elizabeth Winstead's in it. ♥ I think there's someone else in this picture. Oh yeah, that's Michael Cera, I think.

Friday, November 12, 2010

The Attack

When we were five, things were easier. Life was easier.

It's all about the games you play, if your favorite snack will be served tomorrow, or if Sesame Street, Blink, Bananas in Pajamas are playing. School's easy, learning is fun. No pressure to ace exams or get the top spot in the honor roll. You don't ask about your existence, you ask about Sunshine, your pet dog.

With things as black or white, it's clear who's on your side. If your friends like you, or not. Backbiting is not common, since kids tell it to each other's faces if they like you or not. Straight "You always take too much bathroom break," with a lot of unintentional face-spitting, "You're too slow when we play." They tell you smack in the face your faults or quirks, they don't go spreading around how irresponsible you are or how immature you can be. If they do tell other people things about you, you probably know about it as well.

And when you try to look back, your only regret was when you accidentally snapped-off the head of your Barbie doll. The world is flat when you are five. People just jump off the edge and fall into nothingness.

MORAL: Things get more complex as we grow older. We learn to develop and nurture relationships, considering others aside from us. There are no more black and whites, there are shades of gray. And sometimes, this gray matter break people.

True friends are difficult to find nowadays. Age doesn't always come with wisdom.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

When We Find Each Other, It's Beautiful

I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.

If not, it can't be helped.

When Blondes Sing

I know. I've been posting a lot of YouTube videos here. It's my music player nowadays. Here's another one for everyone. Teehee.

I've been listening to Ellie Goulding since I was hooked up with her song, "The Writer." Then I opened a fortune cookie and found the song "Everywhere I Go" by Lissie. The power of YouTube gave me their duet of it. The song has been played in some of my favorite tv series, Dollhouse and Grey's Anatomy. So that's why it's familiar! Like the "have we met before?" feeling. It’s been on loop ever since.

Watching through the video again and again I can't seem to shake something off my head. Their hair. Their wavy blonde hair. Their hair that's been floating around in the office, at home, in the bathroom. I know their voices are to die for but this one little pesky thought keeps on asking me why Lissie's hair looks all greased up and this is pretty much consistent in her other videos. Maybe she does that on purpose, the no-bath-for-days look to support her folk rock scene. Meanwhile, Ellie Goulding really has a mean part - see how her hair is all combed up to the other side? That's how Moses parted the Red Sea.

In all the musical notes in the world, I am a fan of these girls. I just thought Ellie Goulding reminds me of (God bless her soul) Nicole Vaidisova, my fallen tennis star who went to the dark side of the underwater world. [In case you want to read about her, you could search my blog for it. You have been warned.]

MORAL: Once you start rocking the airwaves, people are going to look you up (aside from looking up to you). There are a lot of physiognomists out there, yes, we can't deny that. Yet even how much you look, judgmental state of people aside, beautiful music can top it all. No doubt about that.

Monday, November 08, 2010

MTV EMA 2010

MTV EMAs is at Madrid, Spain for this year with Eva Longoria-Parker as the host.

Shakira is still the poster girl for physical fitness. Ate, tataba at magkakaroon ka rin ng bilbil. Haha.
Rihanna can sing and perform.
Katy Perry can't sing live, but she can bring it and perform!
Ke$ha with the real dollar sign can sing-talk or read aloud, honey, I really can't tell the difference.
Hayley Williams, Y U HAVE UGLY HAIR NOW?!

For list of winners click this.

Good list of performers. MTV EMA 2010 owned it!

MORAL: There is good music. Just own the night. You don't have to feel like a waste of space, 'cause baby you're a firework. :)

Amazing Teenage Dream

When I saw Boyce Avenue's album before, I checked the track list at the back and didn't recognize any of the songs. After a couple of weeks I saw an album compilation of their acoustic covers and mash-ups. I purchased the CD and told my sister I'll give it to her as her birthday gift. Of course I just used her birthday as an excuse, I've been a Boyce Avenue fan since they started singing. That doesn't make me a stalker nor a fan girl but these guys are certified crooners. Their covers of Katy Perry's Teenage Dream and Bruno Mars's Just The Way You Are are to die for. Guess who's in love at 2:30am.

My heart stops when you look at me.
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while.

Your eyes make the stars look like they're not shining.
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece. I'm complete.

MORAL: I think you're funny when you tell the punch line wrong. My teenage dream, you're amazing just the way you are.

And you don't need me to tell you that.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Sinong Bobong?

Natatanaw ko ang blog ko. Iyon pa rin ang huling nakasulat. Tungkol pa rin sa Ayala Museum na parang kay tagal-tagal ko nang napuntahan. Nag-iisip ako, nagtatanong, bakit wala akong maisulat sa dinami-dami ng puwedeng magawan ng entry?

Kumatok ang ideya.... Nasaraduhan ko yata. Sa totoo lang, wala akong maisip na paksa. Wala paring tumatama sa akin hanggang ngayon na ginusto kong isulat. Total ito rin naman ang kasalukuyang binabasa ko, bakit hindi nalang tungkol kay Bob Ong?

Si Bob Ong.
Si Bob Ong na dahilan ng lahat ng ito.
Si Bob Ong na lagi akong tinatanong kung kamag-anak ko ba.
Si Bob Ong na palaisipan sa lahat kung sino talaga.
Si Bob Ong.
Oo, si Bob Ong.

Masaya, madali, masarap, parang chicharon. Ganyan ang pakiramdam kapag binuklat na ang libro ni Bob Ong at sinimulang basahin. Nahilig lang ako magbasa ng mga libro nang sunud-sunod gaya ng pagkain ng cornick noong nahawakan ko ang mga libro ni Bob Ong. Dahil BBO (counterpart ng BC or Before Christ, Before Bob Ong), hindi ako "consistent" magbasa. Puro textbook, magazines na wholesome, at dyaryo (hindi tabloid) ang idinuduldol ko sa mukha ko.

Iniba ni Bob Ong, naging kaaya-aya ang pagbabasa sa akin, kahit anong klaseng libro ay pinapatulan ko, may magpahiram lang or kung ano makita ko sa bookstore. Pero noong nauso na ang e-books, aha! Nakadikit na sa screen ng computer ang mata ko.

Pero ngayon, hindi ko alam kung nagbago ba ako o hindi, napansin ko lang na medyo pinipilit na lang ang mga bagay-bagay na maging nakatatawa at pati yung mga salita na madali naman sana i-type, gaya ng "siya" at "niya" na sa libro niyang Kapitan Sino ay nailathala nang "nya" at "sya". Kawawa naman ang titik I. Walang masamang nagawa ngunit nakalimutan. Sayang.

Sa pagbabasa, minsan nasasambit ko na lang, parang retarded lang eh noh, "Ah, dapat yata funny itong part na ito." Hindi na muna ako magco-comment kung ano meron sa Kapitan Sino, dahil sa pangangalahati ko sa libro, mukhang okay naman. Nakaayos pa nga sa bookshelf namin sa bahay ang mga libro ko ni Bob Ong. Naaalala ko dati na lagi akong hinihiraman ng "Bob Ong books" noon, pero hindi ko parin minarkahan ang "Bob Ong books" ko ng pangalan ko.

ARAL: Wala paring makatatalo sa pakiramdam ng pagbabasa, sa pagtingin sa mga salita sa libro, sa paglipat ng mga pahina, at lalo na sa paggalaw ng mga tauhan sa utak mo. Gamit na gamit ang imahinasyon mo at mas mabuti pa ito kaysa sa droga. (Wala akong sinabing nakasubok na ako ah.)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Ayala Museum

When was the last time you visited a museum? Reconnect with your culture. If you think museums are boring, who are you, my little cousin?! Kidding aside, I can't believe I've never been to Ayala Museum. Where have I been all my life? I've been to the National Museum just because it was a requirement in our Spanish class back in college. With my cousins visiting from the US, I thought my aunt wanted me to bring them to museums. Where in fact, they were more into the Science Discovery Center instead of museums.

I thought I won't survive the museum and crawl my way out of it. However I was dead wrong, just like the people featured inside them. There were a lot of artifacts, paintings, and of course, information that could make you lose yourself. I enjoyed Ayala Museum no doubt about that and I'm on my way to visiting the different museums in the Metro. Geez, I can't believe that I was the one who was spending too much time per floor while my younger cousins were running around already yelling if I'm already done.

MORAL: If you can't take reading your thick history books, go to the museum. It can feed your ADHD self.

Twilight-Like Realization

I miss writing about educational stuff. How I can help people around me learn more by reflecting on the events that have transpired in our lives. And how I want to remind them that the center of the universe is already taken by yours truly. So just go indulge in your personal fantasy if you still want that spot. By the way, if you can't handle my humor there's still time to get accustomed to it. I promise you, it would be worth it.
The Grand Daddy of Edward, Stefan, Damon, and all the other vampires you think you personally know.
Whether you're Team Jacob or Team Edward, I don't care. If you like the movie, the books, the whole story, I'm fine with you. If you hate it so much you really have to tell the world how much you loathe it, go ahead. I don't judge. Well on the inside I appreciate how much you detest Twilight and everything associated with it. Yet you still watch the movies. I just don't like hypocrites. Oh shoot, sorry to disappoint you. This is not an entry about Twilight nor vampires. It just reminded me of it when I was stuck in traffic. Let me recall the events.


Okay. I'm done recalling that experience. So here's how it went. My afternoon snack and lunch were digested quite rapidly and I was already hallucinating by the time I left the office. I still walked to Robinson's Galleria, a good 10-15min walk. Bus or jeepney? Decisions, decisions. Duh, jeepney! I can save 4 freaking pesos (Save a peso a day and you can have 7 pesos in a week! Think about it!) even though I can die from air pollution and you know how crazy jeepney drivers steer nowadays! Wrong choice, I told you to just take the blue pill. Ortigas traffic. It's that time when people decide to drive their cars and pretend that Ortigas is one big parking lot. People should stop snorting cocaine, it's messing their perception of reality. I was stuck in traffic - hungry and seated next to someone carrying 2 plastic bags of fatal artery-clogging processed food. I really just wanted to go home and eat healthy food, like those fat-free marshmallows my sister bought me.

Fast food. Those McDonald's french fries. I inhaled the polluted air of Metro Manila and while I was expecting my nostrils and cilia to be filtering carbon monoxide and rocks, my olfactory nerves registered a different sensation in my brain as I was able to smell lard, potatoes, and the grease from that clown's face. McDonald's french FREAKING fries! The woman beside me was making everyone nauseous with the stuff she was carrying.

I cannot give her a sharp burning glare because of the effect she has on me. My eyes so dark and pupils dilated, I wanted to stare her down. I want to cover my nose from the smell and hide the pained expression in my face. Now, I understand how Edward feels towards Bella. Saying how he tries so hard to control himself from eating/biting/sucking her blood just like Pinoy streetfood betamax. "So this is how Edward feels..." is what struck me like lightning. I really want to pay the woman beside me for her fries so I could just slam them all inside my mouth, chew once (or completely fast-forward to swallowing everything) then swallow everything. I was waiting for my subconscious to reign supreme and totally influence my conscious into doing that ridiculous thing. Thank you, self-restraint. I was able to endure the whole trip home with the image of french fries still stuck in my head.

Yes, that is Jacob on the right and Edward on the left ripping freaking bloody Bella in the middle.

MORAL: Don't judge those you see carrying a pained expression, thinking the world has no future, with contempt, anguish, sadness in their eyes. They're probably just hungry. And Edward? Cut the vamp some slack. He prefers to put product in his hair over eating his girlfriend. Kudos, dude.

And I would really love to finally type this out:
A realization is different from a deduction.
Throw stones in the air, when you get hit on the head, go to the infirmary. Fast. ;)

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

That's Okay

And when you're gone, will they say your name?
And when you're gone, will they love you the same?
Oh, when you're gone, we won't say your word,
But you know that's okay.

Don't you know that's okay?

Those lines are from the song "That's Okay" by The Hush Sound. It screams "perfection" for the moment.

Click below for the entire lyrics of the story.

Monday, October 04, 2010

Changing Times

They said it in Grey's Anatomy,

When we say things like ‘people don’t change,’ it drives scientists crazy. Because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy, matter, it’s always changing. Morphing, merging, growing, dying. It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural. The way we cling to the things that were, instead of letting them be the way they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of making new ones. The way we insist on believing, despite every scientific indication, that anything in this lifetime is perfect. Change is constant. The way we experience change, that’s up to us. It can feel like death, or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment, we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again. 
We cling on to old memories and postpone making new ones for a reason. We just can’t morph, merge, grow, die. We’re people. Thinking and believing that we can morph/merge/grow after everything is unnatural. It's the ideal thing to do, to let things that were be the way they are, but these things usually have meaning, have something that affected us at some point. That is when we cling on to them even after they change or have disappeared.

"Change is constant" is the most ironic truth I have read so far.

MORAL: We have our reasons not to accept what has been changed. There's no such thing as not accepting change, we're just telling and fooling ourself that this will not come.


Hello, Dave Annable. Even though I don't have any plans in the near future to start watching Brothers and Sisters, I just want you to know how tempted I am to start downloading episodes of it just so I can see you all the time.

Stop staring already.

In Marian Rivera's wise words (you've got to believe her, after all, she's Psychology!) or word or mouth instead: Bee-yoo-tee-fool!

Add Charice Pempengco's happy words, "I can't bilibit!"

MORAL: Are you bored? Do you want to have abs? Work out! Post this photo, or think of it and I hope it's added motivation for you to start moving your non-existent solid muscles!

Friday, October 01, 2010

Ellie Goulding - The Writer

Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say

Because I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me

I try out a smile and I aim it at you
You must have missed it, you always do

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sitting Duck Attracting Good Vibes

One thing with the corporate world is that for most of the time you sit down. Well you sit when you eat (unless there are lots of people in the pantry), sit when you use the computer, sit when you take calls, sit when you're trying to change the Facebook or Y!M status of your teammate who forgot to lock his/her laptop, sit when you read a book or some training materials, sit when you pretend you're working (not me because I really work teeheehee), sit when you attend trainings and meetings, sit when you poop, sit when you eat AND poop (sweet baby Jesus, please don't do this at the same time), sit while chatting with your teammate who's not doing anything, and the list would still populate with "Stuff I Can Do While Sitting".

The heavens have conspired for me to stand up and start moving again. I'm a pretty active person. Pretty and active. Mwahaha. I used to run/jog, swim, do yoga, futsal, and tennis. Pretty active.

I've been putting off all possible opportunities to exercise because there are no sports centers in the vicinity and I can make really good excuses. However, I'm going to have access to the swimming pool from my mom, there's a tennis club in the company now, and I got a gym membership - all I have to do is sign up. -_-

Then my call for tomorrow got cancelled which means I can go watch Ateneo's game without feeling guilt, I also got into the list of volunteers for the build, and I'm getting discounted Malcolm Gladwell books.

Have I told you that it's Britney's episode on Glee today?

I'm really nervous with this. Maybe Ateneo will lose tomorrow's game. Noooooooo!!!

MORAL: When you're up, you're really up there. When you're down, climb the hell back up! Watch Britney Spears on Glee. NOW.

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Dear Diary,

A while ago, I opened my eyes and realized I woke up! Hallelujah! I'm alive! I'm currently blinking right now. I checked my body, I still look great! I held my hair, it's still nice! How many exclamation marks have I typed? A lot! I know! I'm still continuing to type-in so many bangs! I wasn't able to see the sun because I heard staring directly at it can cause blindness. Not yet, I am not yet ready to go blind because I am not yet ready to love. You know, love is blind? Yeah, cliche. Where were we? Ah. Diary, I took a bath! I shampooed and lathered well. I have to rinse, too, duh. Have I told you I have been breathing since forever? Uh-huh! Inhale.... Ex....wait for it....hale. Also, I consumed 500 calories for breakfast! I chose peanut butter and jelly instead of that corned beef drowning itself in oil. I took a bite from my wheat sandwich, then chewed. Of course, I swallowed it. Drank a lot of coffee, iced tea, and orange juice, too. What a wonderful breakfast. Then brushed my teeth afterwards, 300 strokes up and down for each side. Up down. Up down. Left right. Left right. Feels good, you know. I'm off now! Later again. :)

Annoying Me

Some people document their lives in full detail. I don't judge and mind like it's the reason I can't sleep at night. However, there's what we call Too Much Information (TMI) and just sharing too much. This is evident in photos and blogs. Taking 400 photos in just one hour is a regular feat now it's like we're setting a world record on the most number of photos taken in the shortest time possible. Check your friends' photos in Facebook and Flickr. You could make a gif of them blinking, the movement of their esophagus (if you have x-ray camera), or even check the way the wind blew their hair. Too much. Well, if you don't want to see it, you don't have to scroll through everything TMI-ers (such a trite term) post. Though every now and then you can find a treasure amongst the sea of information available.

You know what? Data mining should be a hobby now. And I can feel knowledge management is going to be a necessity real soon.

Like they say, "Kanya-kanyang trip lang yan. Walang basagan ng trip." :)

MORAL: Sometimes, take heed of "quality over quantity" and do your friends/contacts a grand favor. Do us a favor. Please.

She Ain't Dead Till She's Dead

This is a complete and total repost of Cracked's article on Michelle Rodriguez. Just so you know, I adore Michelle Rodriguez and she's the reason I got hooked on the Resident Evil movies. Haha. This is both funny and sad because it's true. She always get freaking killed! When I hear that she's going to be part of a new movie, first thing I would think of, "How long until she gets killed or written off?"

START: (click the photo for a complete and total Michelle Rodriguez experience)

Just The Facts

  1. Michelle Rodriguez's closet is filled wall to wall with nothing but black tank tops.
  2. Michelle Rodriguez is always a cop. Except when she's a Marine.
  3. Michelle Rodriguez has a nasty habit of getting herself killed all the time.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

What the Duck?!

I apologize about this in advance. I really just had to share it so I could get it off the back of my head although I know this cannot be undone.

Yes, you will never look at a duck the same way again. You would wish you didn't move your eyeballs downward and check the photo out.

MORAL: Things are not always what they seem to be.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Just another perfect mistake. This ain't goodbye, this is just where love goes when words aren't warm enough to keep away the cold.

Oh no, this ain't goodbye. It's not where our story ends but I know you can't be mine not the way you've always been.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Temporarily Suspended

I think it's because I have been using Seesmic Web in the office that my Facebook account got temporarily suspended due to "suspicious activities" which I don't know about. Haha. I had to take a test to prove my identity, online identity at least. I had to correctly choose the name of the person whose photo was flashed on the screen. There were a lot of choices and I may opt to skip the photo if I don't know the answer but may only do so twice or else I'll flunk the test.

Since I don't add people I don't know, nor accept them, I can feel that it would be easy-breezy. I just have to answer 5 out of 7 items correctly.

In the order they were tagged/shown, Zel, Lance, PPM, Merryl, and Igop were the chosen ones. Haha.

Just like that, I'm back with my Facebook account! Woohoo! Time to party with this song.

MORAL: I guess I should stop typing status messages, changing their birthdates, etc. when my friends forget to lock their laptops or when they're not looking. -_-

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Transitioning from Sept 11 to 12

As the title suggests, all of these transpired from 11pm-1:00am. So it covered me saying goodbye to September 11 and welcoming September 12.

I'm supposed to write an entry about something important in my life like eating me-friendly siomai again after how many years. Ingredients include shrimps, turnips, oatmeal, onions, mushrooms, and cardboard. Yum yum. I was just supposed to taste-test it but then went on to devouring 6pcs. Life is good.

However, I saw two YouTube links and smiled. And when anyone mentions "smile" what I think of is..

When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change. Cause you’re amazing just the way you are. And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while. Cause girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.
- Bruno Mars

So the first YouTube link is...

Roger Federer being his usual elegant majestic self. A cool commercial for fans of Roger and Swiss chocolates. Yum at both. Wahaha.

And what my sister told me to search for:

Which made me want to say something but I won't instead. :)

I also learned that there's a Cine Europa 13 at Shang from Sept. 10-19, a Manila International Book Fair at SMX on Sept. 15-19, and an Adidas End of Season Sale on Sept. 15-17. Also talked to a friend that when your eyes are tired and you're too lazy to wash your face and remove your eyeliner, use the damp method. She called me a genius. What's new? Hahaha. We even shared how we group our music and naming conventions as well. And how downloading and fixing our virtual music library can take up a whole chunk of our time. That' I transitioned from Sept. 11 to Sept. 12. Very interesting and action-packed, I know. You don't have to rub it in that I missed watching Resident Evil Afterlife in 3D and my college didn't win the last round of eliminations in collegiate basketball. Second placer into the semis.

And oh, oh, I learned new terms as well!

layogenic = attractive from a distance

likogenic (likod-genic) = looks good seen from the rear

giligenic (gilid-genic) or tabigenic = looks good on profile

pangagenic (panga is jaw) = looks good just because of the jaw

MORAL: A lot of things can happen and can be learned in a short period of time. Really, there are a lot of things we can learn from reading, watching, or even just breathing.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Whatever Makes You Sleep At Night

Do you believe in "everything happens for a reason" or that "when it's really for you, the whole world conspires for you to have it"?

I hope it's true. And that it also works the other way. If it's really not for me, maybe the whole world will conspire for me not to get it. I might be a little vague in this. I apologize for nothing.

1. I became committed. You called me after Holy Week. I was really thinking of ditching them for you. They all pouted at me. That did the trick. Stuck with them. Bye, you.

2. We really just can't get a working schedule together, no? Seriously, we were cheating each other for the whole summer.

3. Considering number two, I went on. Got settled. Then you called me. I said STFU, no, I just asked why only now.

4. You came to me again. I responded. We talked. Not a match even though I really want you.

So what is it? We never got to come up with a common ground.

When will you know if it's just challenge or when it's really not meant to be?

Maybe not today. Not in this lifetime. I'll wait. We'll see.

MORAL: We feed ourselves with hopeful statements just whatever we want, that can make us sleep at night. We force ourselves these are truths. Just, whatever that make us sleep at night.

You know I've got to go. Lord, I wish it wasn't so.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Save Tonight

We know I'm going away
How I wish....wish it weren't so
Take this wine & drink with me
Let's delay our misery

Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose.
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose.

Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night.
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light.

And I will remember you.
Will you remember me?

Don’t let your life pass you by.
Weep not for the memories.

Monday, September 06, 2010

White Beach - Puerto Galera, Mindoro

When you're studying, or part of an academic institution, storm signal number 2 is your best friend. Half-days or no classes. Suspension is not for rowdy students anymore. It also applies to classes. How fun. Well, when I was still in school I was not really fond of suspension of classes because it translates to no allowance. My dad became wiser and ditched the weekly allowance scheme back in high school because I won't return the "excess" allowance from suspended classes.

Where were we? Oh yeah, since there were no holidays for July and we just learned that August is going to have just one holiday, long weekends are becoming pretty rare these days. Prior to the announcement about the end of Ramadan, there were no holidays set for September and October. That means no long weekend for 2 whole months!
Aside from the no-holiday issue, June was the last time I went to a beach. Out of town trips that involve just passing by resorts or company-related offsites are not included. So what do we do? I was really determined to go out of town or pretty much anywhere else for the long weekend of August 28-30, 2010. Rain or shine, I told myself, I will go somewhere else. Yes, I am somewhat stubborn. Plan A still involves the beach trip and Plan B is praying that Plan A would still work. Oh, Plan C has museums on its list.

What were the usual reasons we got when we tried organizing trips back in college?
"I don't have the budget, I'm sorry!" - Grand Champion
"My parents didn't allow me, but I really want to go!" - 1st Runner-Up

Those are the top 2 suckiest, most overused reasons that are usually presented to organizers. However, being out of college and into the responsible world of adulthood (wth?!), can you think of any other excuses? Not so much. Except if the person doesn't really want to attend.
White Beach, Puerto Galera
Since I'm not into persuading people, I told those who wanted to come that I won't really care who would come with me, as long as I have 2 or 3 more people joining I'm really going for it. Puerto Galera has been a famous beach spot in the country. It's cheap and very accessible (bus + ferry only with hourly trips and no need for reservation!). Budget is not an issue here as my brother gave me contacts with pretty cheap accommodation. If you don't want to spend a lot, bring your own food! Transportation, accommodation, and water activities are the only things you want to think about. Yes, I brought noodles and food filled with preservatives. Don't judge. The budget problem? Solved.

If you're planning to go to Puerto Galera, be sure to drink a lot of Mindoro Slings, ride the banana boat, and go snorkeling. Also, don't forget to go tumbling in the sand. It's not everyday you could eat sand. Let's go, Mindoro!

MORAL: If not now, when? Excuses are for the weak. We are not weak! One place at a time. See the country.

Tanduay, the main star of the Mindoro Sling.

Sunday, September 05, 2010

EPS: Express Poohrita System

Working in a company who does a one-time big-time monthly pay can make you go crazy. At first it's a really cool thing because you see good numbers in your account. Yet, as time passes by, the challenge is on how to budget it wisely. You just can't go splurging one day because you'll be just drinking a lot of Milo or coffee to fill your stomach the next day. Or you'll be scrounging for food pretty soon and will have a "countdown" to the next pay day.

What is EPS? According to ever-reliable sometimes-dubious Wikipedia,
"The Express Payment System, more commonly known as the EPS, was the EFTPOS system originally of the ATM cards of Bank of the Philippine Islands and its subsidiaries, BPI Family Savings Bank and BPI Direct Savings Bank. Today, it is the EFTPOS system of the Expressnet interbank network in the Philippines. The system is the most popular EFTPOS system for ATM cardholders in the Philippines and is accepted nationwide. Rivals of the network include MegaLink's PayLink and the similarly-named BancNet Payment System (BPS)."
In short, it's a debit card. Sorry I had you read all those words. Reading is healthy you know. See, I'm not just educational, I'm also uhmm.. medical?

What is Winnie Poohrita? Gay lingo has been a very entertaining escape from the use of normal, very much used everyday words, so instead of going the distance using eloquent words or highfalutin ones, gay lingo makes life funnier but not necessarily easier. It just means poor. I know, I know, I typed too many words again wherein I could've just said it means "poor."

One thing I dislike is waiting. So whenever I see a lot of people lining up to withdraw in the ATMs, I call it "blockbuster" or that they're lining up for free food "may libre bang chili con carne ngayon?". So I just go on walking and decide to procrastinate withdrawing money. A while ago was different, there were only 2 people lining up but really, I don't want to wait. I went to a bookstore and had the biggest dilemma around 5PM. Which book to buy? One book only because I don't want backlogs. I have been thinking about which one to buy that I went out of the bookstore and didn't get anything. I don't want to stress myself over thinking which book to buy. So I got into a clothing store and checked out their cardigans. As usual, they didn't have my size there, the shop assistant prompted me to go Megamall instead. Gee, thanks.

Where's the EPS there? Oh yeah. Saw something else and told myself, that since my ATM card hasn't been working for quite some time, if it works on the EPS, I'll purchase it. Whaddup! I'm poorer now but the experience of having my first purchase through EPS was memorable.

The Culprit.
"On September 5, 2010, I purchased something using EPS."

MORAL: Having more options sometimes make things more difficult in life. Or is it supposed to make it more convenient?

Musical Tadhana

I have been a fan of local acts and bands. I watch gigs and concerts when I feel like it or when someone invites me. Just last night, I had one of the best spur of the moment gigs ever. It's because of the music and the company. I went to Conspiracy Bar along Visayas Ave with newfound friends. I was thinking if I would feel OP (out-of-place) when I go with them, but heck who cares, a friend said Kitchie Nadal's back from the grave and will be playing again. So if I feel OP, I still have good music to keep me company.

And I was mistaken because they made the night really fun and entertaining, even when the artists were behind schedule. It's not usual that I'm incorrect, as I am always right. (Shut your trap if you're having violent reactions over there. Haha.) Even though I am kind of an introvert, I think I managed to get along well with them. They were really friendly and the best part is the line-up for the night! Doki, Delara, and Kitchie Nadal were playing! Super worth it. I knew the bands and their songs, and tried (really) hard not to sing-along so they won't dub me as a super fan or groupie or karaoke queen. Hmm, I know they won't call me anything like those anyway. But if they sang along, I will give them nicknames. Haha.

Kitchie Nadal back from spreading the Gospel.
Two out of four were fans. However, the best description of how Kitchie looks like now, came from the non-fans.

"Para siyang college student na mukhang katatapos lang magthesis."

HAHAHAHAHA. Well, it's true! Kitchie doesn't really give time or effort in fixing herself such as make-up and all the girly glitz people do. I don't care if she has panda eyes. Pandas are awesome!

Too bad Kitchie Nadal didn't sing this song, it was one of her songs that got imprinted in my head for more than 4 hours.
Minsan nagbiro sa iyo ang tadhana, o bakit pa ibinigay sayo kung babawiin lang?

MORAL: Good times with good music and good friends (yes, there are bad friends just so you know haha) are tough to beat.

All photos courtesy of Doki's page.