On the 2nd Day of February

Title: Wake Picture

THIS DAY IS SO GLOBAL WARMING HOT. And I mean it! Earth to People! It's SOOOO FRAKING warm now, stop exhaling or stop burning those plastics. Carbon monoxide and dioxide suck!

On the second day of February The Secret gave to me:

My graduation picture, arm warmers, a new anti-virus, a responding French seatmate, and Tuna Ban. Quantity day.

I'm still on with my 12 Days of February thing, in case you're wondering. What I'm planning or not planning (life, surprise me) is that I would have/do/experience something different on each day of February, for (DUH) twelve days. The first week looks pretty good - good here means something different is going to happen whether I like the event or not. Proposal defenses are part of the "something different" but they are not desired, wanted, or wished for. Haha.

So, how's my second day?

I got my graduation picture which I hauled the entire day (my only break was lunch time so I don't have any choice). I like my picture and I'm not complaining. Now I have something to put on my wake. OH YEAH. (Please do not take this as an invitation to salvage me or do anything threatening to the betterment of the world.)

I've successfully replaced the monstrosity that is my old anti-virus. I've been using it since Alexander (my old laptop) was born. Now, I have free anti-virus which according to Mr. Tee (hi, JM!) is very useful. Thank you, Windows!

French seatmate. In our BPR (Business Process Re-engineering, I know our subjects sound really cool just don't ask me to explain it to you) class, we have a WHOLE LOT of French classmates. Since I'm doing my 12 Days of February, I did the most convenient thing to do: talk to my French seatmate. I didn't care if he was feeling shy or quiet but I talked to him anyway. We talked about my bag with French cartoons which I claimed I have no idea what my bag just illustrated and all I knew was it looked nice, about fastfood industry in France, about people having "Ong" as a surname, and other stuff. Yes, we talked while our teacher was discussing and we were just seated on the second row. Kids, don't try that in school. (Hi, Alex, if you're reading this, WTF are you doing in my blog?! Joke.)

And to top it off, there's a Tuna Ban being implemented already. Yay, fishies! No to endangerment! (My comment to the picture above: FISH ARE FRIENDS NOT FOOD! Tofu is good.)

MORAL: Now I think of it, after all that I have typed, maybe I was just counting my blessings and looked at events with more appreciative eyes. Well, these are things I don't do/experience everyday anyway so YAY 12 Days of February still kickin'! I think I will volunteer to say the prayer in our last Theology class. Hrrrrmm.....

On the 1st Day of February

Real Title: Ostrich Cowboy (The title of the untitled song of Barbie Almalbis. Yes.)

On the First Day of February my true dreams gave to me:

A backpack and an old dream.

And all the while I thought my first day of February would suck because I have to do thesis (death) aka Project Management (PM) aka IT Management (ITM).

February 1 is a surprising day. Let's recall!

January 31 was supposed to be my last day of being free, because the next day would be the start of what would be the Month That Never Sleeps (because of all the responsibilities to do). And so, knowing that we're going to do thesis on an Atenean Holiday (Feb 1 is President's Day), I know my 12 Days of February would be a total bull.

I somehow read and found out that Barbie Almalbis would be playing somewhere in Katipunan. ALL HAIL BARBIE! She's going to freaking save my day! I've been in love with Barbie since....CRAP I can't remember! Even though my friend bailed on me, my sister is there, glad to accompany me as long as I treat her.

Okay. I think I have done a productive work for our PM meeting while Mikey (my groupmate) fed us like it was our last supper. Full of ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, orange juice, fish crackers, brownies, pasta, chicken, and salmon. Who's the pig now? Then I hitched a free ride to TriNoMa and found my trekking bag which I gladly bought. I was wearing my gangster hoodie which I have named "my Jason Ivler jacket" when I was able to see the bag. Now I have something to use in my adventures.

I knew it. I'm in for a big day.

And the rest, is Barbie time (of course, I'll post the picture taken with a slow shutter speed just because I like the hazy light effect). And yes, that's a blue iPod shuffle sitting pretty in her guitar. I like the place, the music, and the vibe. I finally became a certified fan girl (because life is too short to regret opportunities you threw away) and had a picture taken with her (I treated my sister to free food, music, and transpo so that picture is quite expensive). Her voice is really for the praise-and-worship material, soothing and all. Good for calming one's nerves. It's my tranquilizer or my stress ball. Bottomline:

Barbie is LOVE.

MORAL: Jesus loves you, yes I know. Wasted on a Monday night. Woo!

12 Days of February

Hello, February! It's been a long time. I'm not really excited to meet you because it means a lot of things.

My term as a servant leader is almost over.

I'll be older and definitely smarter, wiser, and better in a few days.

Exam days are coming up...again.

Sleepless nights...forever.

My days in Ateneo are almost over.

My parents' birthdays are coming up. February 7 and 12.

I'll be as busy as a CCTV.

Stress galore. So how are we going to do this?

12 Days of February. 12 days of something special. Something out of the ordinary, out of my routine. Take that.

I know I'm awesome.

MORAL: Life's too short. I'm telling you that.

My Days Hiding At Home Are Over

I told myself before and I guess a lot of people usually say it, too, "I want to travel." I want to go to a lot of places, whatever my intentions are - shopping, adventure, food tripping, sight-seeing, looking for Yamashita's treasure, meeting new people, I mean whatever. Sad part is that most of the time, no one gets to be anywhere but where they were when they said it. Little by little, you'll get to it.

Dreaming of backpacking across Europe and keep on telling yourself, "when I get to save enough money I will do it." HAHA is my message. Enough money is never enough. First, you didn't even think of an amount. How can you save enough? How much is enough? Try doing it in your homeland first. And if you decide you can't continue, you could always ride the first bus back home (easy way out!). Another is, "I will buy a DSLR for my escapades." It costs too much if you don't really want to buy it. You can't travel yet because you don't have that bulky camera? Get a digicam and set it to the maximum number of megapixels available.

That destination will always be too far if you don't want to go.

I tell myself I want to experience nature.

Guess who's saving money for that Mt. Pinatubo experience.

Guess who's still carrying the Pentax and Canon digicam.

Waterproof is good. Ixus is good.

MORAL: The first step to travelling is to go out. Well, unless you want the type of travelling wherein you stay at home, better curl up and read a book, or do some astral meditation. Life is an adventure as they say. I say, life's too short to be doing what you don't want to do. Find the "holy" in things and Max Scheler would be so proud.

I still love staying at home and sitting on each one of our 300 chairs btw.

16 and Counting

(click the picture to enjoy Roger's underarms)

Don't say it's because Andy Murray succumbs to the mounting pressure of winning a Grand Slam that's why he loses. It's just that he's against Roger Federer. Deal with it. The Fed can fire winners from any angle. Burrrrrrrn.

16th Slam.

MORAL: Nothing to say. It's Federesque.

Aussie Open Notes

Click the picture to see who's on the other side. Haha.

Here are my notes from the Australian Open.

Aussie Open Women's Curse:

No one has successfully defended the title ever since Capriati in 2002.

Williams Magic:

Serena Williams just broke it. Defended the title she won 2003, 2005, 2007, 2009 and 2010. Side note, she even got out of her odd-year wins.

Justine Henin owns the world with her footwork and amazing shots.

If the tennis balls get substituted with your head, it'll explode like watermelons. See Williams' (muscles and) groundstrokes and Henin's fencing skills? Whoever said women's tennis is plain boring must've been watching Shriekapova or someone else play. Chauvinist.

It's Federesque. Roger is the epitome of perfection. And Justine deserves the adjective. One hand backhands are that awesome.

Want notes? Tennis is not just about sheer power. Shot placement dictates play. Amen!

The Williamses won the Aussie Doubles Title. What's new? Nothing. I still love it when they play doubles!

Venus looks really good, her hair suits her very well. Elegantly tall is a nice way to put it.

I like Roger's shiny suit in his Rolex commercial. When I want a symbol for elegance, Roger's there. For just plain macho gwapo, there's Marat. For Diva attitudes, there's Mother Diva Serena Williams, and wanna-bitch Andy Roddick. Haha.

What would Justine be thinking after her loss? She's a champion and not using being out of the circuit for some time as an excuse is cool. I still think Justine's better than Kim skills-wise. Williams sisters just have it in them.

"I could say it again, see you next year. " - Proof that Justine's staying.

The final shot of Australian Open is the G Moment of Serena.

MORAL: Tennis is love.

Tennis God

Please be advised that all photos in this post are capable of inducing a heart attack to viewers/readers of any gender. The author, the person who originally posted this, the photographer who took the photo, and Marat Safin are not responsible for any death, overflowing saliva, brain damage, heart attack, etc. that may occur.

(Click Mr. Awesome's photo and pay respect. Image is sizzling so can't afford to resize it.)

January 27, 2010

The hottest male tennis player that has ever lives turned 30 years old. Still looks better than anyone else in the circuit.

If you think I forgot about his big day, you must be a freaking idiot. I did the usual, offer fresh sampaguita, light up the candles, say a little prayer, leave fruits, and bow three times before lighting the incense.

I only have one question in mind: If God was able to create someone as AWESOME as Marat Safin, where are the others? WHERE ARE THEY?! SHOW YOURSELVES! And make this world a freaking better place aesthetically!

MORAL: Marat Safin is a god. A real one.

This post is so short because I can't type with all the photos of Marat. Can't get enough? One last for this post. Haha. Buuuuurn!

Envisioning The Tarsiers

Drafted January 26, 2010 1:10pm.

Booking a return ticket before booking an originating ticket is one of the most intelligent things I have done. Thanks to my sister who lent me her credit card (just the card no money involved), I was left to deal with this online booking myself. She showed me how to do it before, when we went abroad. I even joked about using her card for online shopping, I was given a "go ahead, you'll pay me anyway" look. I hate that, when my banters do not work (it only happens once in a blue freaking moon).

I used to be a control freak, only agreeing on things when I see the details about it. And yes, since my life changed in college (actually my life changed in junior year of high school), I had a different take on things now. I am more of the "right now" person and this could mean I could be the most kaladkarin person you can meet.

A certain friend of mine wants to know the full itinerary of the Cebu-Bohol trip before he agrees on booking tickets. I thought my jaw dropped to the floor. I booked the flight because I am currently in the "spontaneous" mode. Someone just popped the idea because there was a promo with the airlines. I said why not? I think I have been missing a lot by saying NO. There was even a time I considered being a "Yes Man" or woman. Whatever. And then someone asking me about the full itinerary before s/he attends, OKAY. Some say the best trips are those that aren't planned too much.

If you're asking for a program flow, then we might not be sharing the same plane.

MORAL: Sometimes, all hard work do not pay off. If your friend is really that picky, the heck with it. To all my friends whom I always ask, "Oh, pinayagan ka na ba?" or constantly updating of one's status for the trip, it would probably be the last time I'll be asking you. Sometimes I get tired of things, too. In short, kung ayaw, maraming dahilan. Can't blame you if you don't want to. I promise to just make the most of the trip whether you guys come or not. However, if the Fantastic Four bails out on me, ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE.

Avatar > Titanic. Really?

Sooooo, Avatar has ditched Titanic. This shows a change in society. Even though the number of people with HIV/AIDS has risen, people don't prioritize steamy (pun intended) sex scenes anymore. They prefer technology, action, bombing, fire, Michelle Rodriguez (biased), and unique creatures. Porn stars and sexy stars, I warn you (if you're reading this, why in the world are you in my blog?!), your days are numbered. Action stars and animation experts will rule the world. Prepare. I really love the Dark Knight. I repeat, action stars and animation experts will rule the world. (Spot the misfit sentence in the poorly constructed paragraph.)

AVATAR = Where geeks and machos meet.

TITANIC = Where snobs, pervs, and hypothermia meet.

I love Dakota Fanning but not Kristen Stewart. I will watch The Runaways just because Dakota completes the sentence: I will watch a movie because ______ is there. I know, that's the lamest excuse ever for others, but considering it came from me, read the Moral below.

MORAL: Anything that the writer of this blog says is awesome. No one can compete with it and top it off unless she says so. Muwahahaha!