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.

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.)

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.

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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. ;)

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?


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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.

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.

BrotherFather!

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!

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