Europe, here I come!

Okay, unfortunately, I'm not going to Europe...yet! But I'm expecting it to be my 18th birthday celebration/gift. Haha. I'm starting to plan it already. 2011, spring, April to May, would be the ideal time for me to go. Now, my only problem would be finding someone to backpack around Europe with.

It would cost a lot of money and I mean... A LOT. But it's worth it, right?

Geez. I'm so addicted to this EuroTrip thing. :| Hope my parents want to see me cross this off my list of things to do before I die. They would make me very HAPPY. :D *hint hint*

I lie...

Because I don't want to feel regret.

Pandesal for breakfast!

Since I started uni, I haven't eaten breakfast. I would wake up at 6 in the morning and just rush to get myself ready. My class starts at 7am so I don't have time to eat; until now. My class starts at 1 in the afternoon today! Hell yeah! Breakfast here I come! :D

Hot pandesal is so yummy. The outside is crunchy while the inside is oh so soft! Definitely the perfect breakfast after weeks of not eating the most important meal of the day. Anyway, enough about food. What's been happening to me lately? Well, let's see.

I'm still 16 (thank God).

My birthday's coming up (oh no)!

I have a long test today, bummer.

I want to go shopping for new clothes.

I don't have money.

I'll do anything to have money.

I'm being a bum.

I have to study.

I'm still hungry.

There's this cute guy in uni. Haha. :D

So far, my life is pretty stagnant. It sucks. I know.

Chocolate, anyone?

They say life is a box of chocolates. You don't know what you're going to get.

Today, I entered the chocolate store. People kept bumping into me as they grab their treats. I wasn't very fond of crowded places or the boisterous sound of adults or children talking and laughing and talking. Even the sounds of dogs barking and cats purring annoy me.

But today, I felt the urge to buy a box and see what the fuss is all about. I never tasted chocolate before. Never in my life have I allowed myself to buy the sweets but that is about to change. So despite the sweaty bodies colliding to my own, I braved it out and grabbed the first piece of chocolate box I've seen.

When I arrived home, I sat on my couch and opened the box. There were rows and rows of chocolates with different wrappings and I assumed different flavors. But the golden wrapping struck me the most so I took one and placed the box on the table.

I felt my heart race in anticipation. Slowly, I pealed off the wrapping. What would this chocolate taste like? Would it taste like heaven melted in my mouth? Or would it taste revolting?

I took a large bite and closed my eyes. My face scrunched up in distaste. I ran to the trash can and spit it out. There’s an aftertaste lingering in my mouth and I can’t help but feel frustrated and angry.

The half-eaten chocolate is still in my hand. I stared at it wondering what I’m going to do. Should I just throw it in the trash and try another one, hoping this time it would be sweet and savory just like it says on the box?

I didn’t.

I took another bite but this time I was careful not to take a large one. I barely scrape my teeth against it. Although that was enough for as I swiped my tongue across my teeth, I immediately felt my lips curling into a smile.

The second layer of the chocolate is sweet

I savored it; licking the chocolate bit by bit as I took in the milky sweet taste. However, I was not known for my patience because the very next action I took brought me a sense of vileness and despair. I had wish for more of the milky sweetness but alas! Life does not want me to have it.

A disgusting aroma filled the air, I let out a breath and it smelled like liquor. I hate liquor. It stained my mouth and I coughed and coughed as it burned my throat raw. My head experienced a feeling of lightheadedness. Minute by minute, I felt my eyes droop ever so slightly. The taste of the chocolate lay forgotten.

They say life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get. Today, I got a bittersweet chocolate filled with brandy and I hope I never get to taste it again. 

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Interpretation: I have tried and tried to be patient with my sister but I wanted to try and defend myself for once so I took a chance. I got into a fight with her; that was the bitter vile disgusting taste. The sweet taste was my brother comforting me when I was crying. (He’s super sweet!) The brandy thing, I felt when my brother left my room and I lay there and cried myself to sleep. It was the most heart-wrenching thing I have ever done. Now, I’m awake and I have puffy eyes. Remind me never to try it again. 

I'm the future freak!

There are times when I wonder if I plan for the future too much. 

Just this week, I've been obsessed with planning for my "Eurotrip 2012". I've thoroughly researched about packing tips, hostels, places I want to go to, etc. I've even created a packing list and a day-to-day itinerary already. Talk about excited (insert laugh here)!

But seriously, I know it's great to be prepared for the future and to plan for it. However, is it bad to be "too much" prepared? Do we all need to leave some "free" time for spontaneity?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not the type of person to make hourly schedules and follow them strictly. I love being impulsive. I go with the flow and wherever the winds take me. (Once again, I'm using a lot of artsy phrases but who cares? It's just you and me anyway.)

I've reflected a lot on what it means and being the great self-proclaimed psychologist that I am I declare myself a hater of the present. Though, ironically, I don't hate my past. Which is weird because my present now would be my past tomorrow.. And should I hate my future because it will be my present later? 

Okay, I'm confusing myself. Let's pause.

Okay, resume.

The point is. Actually, I don't know what the point is. But I guess, this "issue" is just another block in my path to self-discovery or something.. When I started writing this, I actually thought I had everything figured out. I had this plan on what to write and everything but I guess these are the times when uncertainty pops into my head and leaves more questions for me to answer. So, when I finally have the answer, I'll post it here again, though I have a big feeling I would soon forget about this.

Do you feel the same way? Come on, press the little button and leave a comment. :)

Michelle Lim

I attended Michelle Lim's fashion show and thank God I was in the front row 'cause I forgot my glasses. Well, anyway, the collection was okay. There were a lot of monotone dresses. I wish she incorporated two to three colors in a dress or even two to three tones of the same color in a dress. But anyway, had fun still. Here are my fave clothes from her collection.

I'm seeing a lot of ballerina and one-shoulder dresses this season. It's not my cup of tea but I want to try and incorporate those trends in my style. 

Kate Moss' Summer Collection

Coming to you in Topshop stores on May 25. 

I'm really in love with the dress. I wonder if it would also be available in the philippines. It's looks indian/tribal/morrocan ispired, don't you think so? I'm loving the bright colors. A piece of Kate Moss' summer collection for Topshop is a definite must-have for summer.

Wedding Party Look

Saw this picture. Took it ages ago. Is this look appropriate for a wedding reception? 

Dress: Penelope Cruz for Mango

Red Belt: Mango

Coctail ring & Chunky bracelet: Girl Shoppe

Gladiator Heels: Trunk Show

Through the eyes of E-math

You usually had me by your side; depended on my intelligence and facts. You couldn’t endure the day without browsing my pages, eager to learn the lessons in me. You are the responsible ones, always doing the right things and getting the jobs done. Today, however, you choose to ignore me, opting to perform playful antics. I can hear your piercing laughters. You’re having fun at last and I’m glad to hear that.

As time went by, the games you play became a drug, you find that you cannot bring an end to it, and you want to share it with others. One by one, you each forgot about me. My pages became yellow with age—faded texts and torn pages; not because you continually leaf through my pages but because you toss me to the corners of the room so as not to get in the way of your amusement. You have forgotten me.

I couldn’t read your thoughts as you received your grades. Your hands fingered my covers gently as if remembering the times we have shared filling your mind with wonderful information. A lone tear escapes your eye and drops silently on my cover. I want to comfort you, to coax you to open your mind once again to me and to the lessons I have in me. But I know you cannot hear me, it is up to you to make a choice.

You vaguely realize that your hand is moving to open me. You are captivated, ensnared by what you envision gleaming in the hidden depths before you. I see your curiosity and it pleases me. I see your intention and I’m filled with hope.

You open me, fingers tracing the passages and as I expect, the contents start sinking through your mind. You never pulled back ever since. I feel victorious. You have finally learned and I have finally served my purpose.

Look #8574637

Headband: Thrift Store 50PHP (1 dollar)

Silver necklace: People are people 350PHP (7 dollars)

Grey Sweater Dress: Vintage Harajuku  (around 20 dollars)

Black knee-high socks: Ikebukuro (Forgot the store and the price)

Black Heels: Charles and Keith 1700PHP (around 35-40 dollars)

Meeting my lovely friends in High Street. What do you guys think? I absolutely adore my blue satin headband. I think it kind-a adds spark to the whole outfit, 'cause the colors are a little bit dull. Bluish-grey and black. 

I just watched "Spectacular". A movie by nickolodeon. You should watch it. It's pretty good (probably 'cause there's a cute rock boy and you know how I love rockboys). Not oscar-worthy but great if you want a movie with catchy songs and cliché romantic storyline.

I don't understand, enlighten me please.

There are a lot of things I don't understand. Here are some of them.

1. I don't understand why filipinos love John Lloyd Cruz. He's not hot or even cute and he's so old.
2. I don'r understand how filipinos stand our movies. They're crap. We'll except the comedians' movies, now those are funny.
3. I don't understand why filipino tv news are so exaggerated.
4. I don't understand why we say we're going come on time but we're always 2 hours late.
5. I don't understand why english people put "u" in colour or why amercians don't put "u" in color. Make up your minds so I don't have to wonder.
6. I don't understand why people wonder which came first, the chicken or the egg? Just be happy we have both.
7. I don't understand why students procrastinate.
8. I don't understand how people can be rich by just acting or singing.
9. I don't understand why I felt the need to write this.
10. I don't understand why people say "it's not you, it's me" when breaking up. Just admit that it is because of "you, not me".

More to come, I guess. :))

Want to be skinny?

You better eat like filipinos. When you walk in the mall here in the Philippines, you see skinny people or probably curvy ones but you rarely see really "chubby" filipinos. I'm not dicriminating against "chubby" people because I'm also discriminated as a skinny person (they all think I'm anorexic which by the way is not true). 

However, it's a real suprise that most filipinos are skinny because filipinos have at least 8 meals a day. This statement coming from a british journalist (Matthew Sutherland) who was stationed in the Philippines for 6 years.

Read his article. 

Matter of Taste

By Matthew Sutherland

I have now been in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation, which I have yet to take, and that's to eat BALUT.

The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back. BALUT, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is.

It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus...excuse me; I have to go and throw up now. I'll be back in a minute.

Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat.

They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, merienda, merienda ceyna, dinner, bedtime snacks and no-one-saw-me-take-that-cookie-from-the- fridge-so-it-doesn't-count.

The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes Crackers from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving  home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fish balls, or a man walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one minute.

Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines:

Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice - even breakfast. In the UK, I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon (food in small container) and a container

of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork. You try eating rice swimming in fish sauce with a knife.

One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to SHARE their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their "baon", they will always go, "Sir! KAIN TAYO!" ("Let's eat!"). This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound - if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier. I think that's great!

In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") irrespective of time of day or location and/or "Where are you going?" ("SAAN KA PUPUNTA?) as a general greeting, they will just respond as "Just right there."  ("DIYAN LANG.") And they don't tell you where they are going.

Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually lots of it is very good: Spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked with coconut milk; anything KINILAW; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterolic frenzy of a good old-fashioned LECHON de leche (roast pig) feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, mmm... you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful.

I also share one key Pinoy trait ---a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it!

It's the weird food you want to avoid. In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (DINUGUAN); bull's testicle soup, the strangely-named "SOUP NUMBER FIVE" (I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste, BAGOONG, and it's equally stinky sister, PATIS. Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.

Then there's the small matter of the purple ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating purple food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold.

And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG KAMBING (goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)...

The Filipino, of course, has a well-developed sense of food. Here's a typical Pinoy food joke: "I'm on a seafood diet. "What's a seafood diet?" "When I see food, I eat it!"

Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals --- the feet, the head,  the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "ADIDAS" (chicken's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET" (chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood). Yum, yum. Bon appetit.

"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches"-- (Proverbs 22:1)

WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say, to lose them.

The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone over about five. Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it. Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or Apples. Yuk, ech ech. Here, however, no one bats an eyelid.

Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names".

These are nicknames that sound like -well, doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed chief of police has a doorbell name Ping. None of these doorbell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear.

Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied, "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word for well; perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent.

Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.

Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy.

More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy).

Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver.

That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila -- taxis with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.

Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and

Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.

And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?

How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come to a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names.

Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really be true?

Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin?

Where else but the Philippines!

I'm sorry this entry probably didn't answer the questions running through your heads, but I hope you were entertained. I know I was. This is a great article. Sums up some of the filipino cultures and traditions. We're always so positive, probably why we're always smiling. 

Hippie, meetie

That's probably the worst post title I have ever typed. Starbucks, meeting with my yearbook committee. Tried on a lot of outfits before coming up with this one. I'm such a hippie. I hope I wore my peace sign necklace. :))

I wish I had my long hair back. Why can't you grow faster? I vow never to cut my hair again for 5 years. 

Summer Blues.

Well, I suppose the title of my blog should be winter blues or maybe autumn blues for those seasons are really the ones meant for us to sulk in. Unfortunately in the "third world", we don't have winter, autumn or spring. We have extremely weird weather patterns. It could be summer but it's raining like August or maybe it could be December but you wish you can just go to the beach and swim the heat out.

I don't exactly know where I'm going with that paragraph. I have forgotten what the real issue of this day is. I have a short memory span forgetting everything a person says in 5 minutes. But remembering bad memories everyday. God, why am I typing words on my blog like this. Am I PMS-ing again? God, I hope not. I've run out of napkins (tampoons for americans reading this blog). 

Maybe, I'm just bored. I can't believe I've said God two times in one paragraph. I must be real bored to think of him (sorry God). There I go again. :)) Anyway. I've ransacked my sister's closet and found her pink mango shirt. Yeah, I was pretty high earlier so I took a picture of my self. Again. Using my dslr's timer. Blah. 

Before I say something weirder or nasty. I'd better stop typing now. I hope I enjoy my weekend. French school again next week. Blah. 3 days of vacation. Scratch that. I have yearbook meetings. :| Why is this life so hard. I'm beginning to give up. Need cheerios. 

So, I was bored.

TWEETING TIME. :D 

I tweeted bryanboy. OOOOHH! 

I'm so excited he tweeted me back. :))

His answer??

Maybe a henna then. Kidding! :D

Someday.

Someday (2 years from now - crossing my fingers), I would be able to backpack around europe. 

I'm going to visit a total of 6 countries (France, Netherlands, Czechoslovakia, Austria, Italy, Spain). 

Someday, I'm going to see these things.

Post No. 27

I don't have a clue on what to name this blog post so I settled for Post No. 27. 

A lot of things are going through my head right now. The first one is that I'm glad to prove myself wrong. I have always thought that my sister is just a tiny black speck in our family that you really just want to get off. However, reading her journal online just made me see her the way I'm not used to (or supposed to).

My sister and I are always bickering. Now that I look back, we fight about the simplest things that truthfully don't really matter. We glare. We fire hurtful retorts. Call each other bitches. Shout profanities at each other. Some might say this is what sisters' do. Before, I would have resented the fact that you even called her my sister. Because in my mind, she's a stuck-up spoiled brat who always gets what she wants (the way I never did). We are never really close. Her secrets whispered only to her closest friends and I was never her friend. I'm just the annoying, sometimes tolerable little sister. I knew she had been through a lot of experiences, at least a lot more than I have, and I regret that I had not been a avid part of her life.

There are times when I wish I had done something different. If I had, things would be different; maybe the world would even be happier. This is one of those times. I wish I had been there for my sister, for the times she needed family the most. Friends do give comfort but it's still the love and understanding of a family that makes the dark grey sky shine with light. (I'm using too many metaphors but it's just how it is.) I'm mentally berating myself for not coming to see if she's okay after she learned that one of her friends committed suicide. There were so many things I could have done and so many things I should have left unsaid. 

However, it's too late to dwell on the past. It's time to make a new future. Today. At this very moment. I am proud to say that yes, she's my sister and yes, we may be bitches at times but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm probably being sappy right now but to hell with it! I love my sister (but that wouldn't stop me from fighting with her; it would only make me understand her a bit more and listen to her).

Another thing that has been bothering me is the question, "have I made the correct college course choice?" I know it's too late to back out now. We have already paid my reservation fee and I had really put my foot down on this decision. But whenever I see people doing jobs that change lives, I wonder if my course choice would help me get that type of job. Hospitality industry? Hotels? It's all business. I hardly see any charity work done unless it's a big publicity stunt. I want to make a lasting impression on people. I want to help and be a part of something big. Something monumental. Something great. It's far ahead but I know someday I will always wonder if I had taken the hard road of being a teacher, would I feel like a puzzle finally falls in place? I guess I'm going to wonder for a long time. 

The third and last thing that has been running around my head for a while (yes, there's more) is that I'm slowly falling out of love. I used to think I would be with this person forever. At times, I would always imagine us growing old together. Together. Such an easy thing to say but it really takes effort. This person has all my love but as more than friends? I'm not sure. I've been distant and I can tell that it's starting to hurt. I'm trying to mend the broken bridge because I have to make sure I do everything to make our relationship work (before or if I decided to give up). But would it be worth it? Would we be happiest together or apart? There are so many questions, few answers and endless possibilities but only one choice. 

I'm hiding these feelings because I'm afraid. Of what? I honestly don't know. I feel lighter now that I've let it out. I know this blog post wouldn't solve any of my problems or answer any of my questions but it did help me get my mind straight and think. There's so much a person can hide before it becomes too much and it just eats them away. I can't be one of those people.

What's new?

Quick, I need money!

So I can buy these things...

An asymmetric papier gown by Designer Remix Collection.

A flower cluster ring by Juicy Couture.

A bright lucy pleated clutch by Chloe.

Everything must be paired off with this lovely patent leather wedge by Miu Miu.

HUGE CRUSH on Damien Verhagen!

All guys should dress like him. He's super hot.

Plus his website is just divine. Love the photos.

Check out his profile at Lookbook.nu here -> Damien Verhagen

Knowing

I'm not glad that I know. This movie was great at first and it was really intriguing. The whole time, I was wondering where the movie was heading. The first few parts were a little bit scary for me. I thought it was a horror movie. I was like, "Oh my God. Please let me sleep tonight!"

When the plane crash scene came, I thought, "Do you know that when a plane crashes, almost everyone survives? Yes, they run screaming around as they burn."

There are also creepy people in black who follow the family everywhere and one of them was pretty hot. Then, out of the blue, a gem-like spaceship came out of the fog and by this time I was, "What the hell? A spaceship? Are you kidding me?" Of course, everyone dies except kids who came with the angel-like aliens who has powers to scream blinding light.

The two kids are the future adam and eve. At the end of the movie, they run happily to the tree of life. Shag under it until they produce more humans.

Lame ending. I'm disappointed. I think I like Race to witch mountain better (or am I being bias because I have a HUGE crush on Alexander Ludwig?)

Overall, I think I'm better off not "Knowing". Pun intended. :D

You definitely need these things for 2009.

I absolutely love these things especially the one-shoulder grecian dress which you can find at asos.com for 230 GDP (roughly 16k in pesos). Yes, it's really expensive but it's beautiful. J'adore. Overall, this look would cost you about 41k (PHP). I must get a job fast or marry someone rich. (Just kidding!) Beauty and fashion costs so much but I still love it.

C'est la vie. That's life!

35 things to do before I die.

This is not in any particular order. Just listed the things I had in mind for this time. It seems so impossible but really, it's not. Except the one about alexander ludwig. Celebrities are so hard to reach. I have difficult tasks ahead of me. Blah.

1. Finish a screenplay.
2. Backpack in all European countries.
3. Have a million by the time I'm 30.
4. Adopt a blond haired, blue-eyed boy and name him Draco.
5. Have a big shopping spree.
6. See the Aurora Borealis.
7. Be a volunteer in Africa.
8. Be fluent in French.
9. Skydive.
10. Attend the Olympics.
11. Attend a world youth day.
12. Own a great apartment.
13. Live in UK.
14. Set foot on all 7 continents.
15. Vandalize every hostel I will stay in.
16. Send a message in a bottle.
17. Plant a tree.
18. Write a fan letter.
19. Work at Starbucks.
20. Fall in love.
21. Drink beer at Oktoberfest in Munich.
22. Spend a day reading my favorite novels (a.k.a. Harry Potter series)
23. Create a scrapbook.
24. Open a fashion boutique.
25. Get drunk and I mean really drunk.
26. Hold up a free hug sign.
27. Sit in a park for one whole day writing.
28. Take a picture of the "Green Flash".
29. Write my autobiography.
30. Watch porn.
31. Unplug the TV for a week.
32. Officially no haircut for the next 5 years.
33. Meet Alexander Ludwig.
34. Be filthy rich.
35. Repeat everything in this list.
    

Coby Bryant - My Boyfriend

Yeah, he's my boyfriend.

We knew we were the one for each other.

It was love at first bite. :)

Frustrations

"I live in the London, UK.

A great big city, crazy during rush hour,

with different people speaking that lovely british accent."

10 years from now, I wish that will be coming out of my mouth. Right now though, I live in the philippines. I deeply love my country (despite the corrupt government and pollution) but living here is not enough for me. I know that there is great culture in the Philippines even though I haven't explored every little crook and nanny. However, I believe that it's time for me to explore the world and see other cultures. London is one of the most diverse cities in the world (not to mention it's near the countries I want to visit in Europe). It's my dream to visit it and maybe someday, I will live there; because, I don't have to formulate an excuse why I'm spurting british expressions (e.g. Bugger, Blimey, Bloody Hell, Wanker). *Laughs*

Fuck you, Penguin

Look at my blog list and see the fuck you, penguin blog.

I was laughing my ass off when I saw it.

Come on. Click on the link and read on.

You can vent up a lot of angst by commenting.

Some of the comments:

1. fuck you, porcupine.

2. What are you thinking Dolphin? It's like your copying Flamingos. You're so unoriginal!

3. You see children, when a red and white dolphin love each other, they make a pink dolphin.

4. You better watch your ass, Biturong. Just because you're adorable doesn't mean you have diplomatic immunity.

It feels kind-a weird reading all the hateful comments towards animals but I just can't help myself. It amuses me. *Laughing my ass off now.*

Free hugs

I saw free huggers when I was in Japan. It made my day. Then I saw this video, I feel really great now. :) When he hugged that woman at 0:50 in the video, the world just became a little brighter for me. So more hugs please!

When you feel like crap and the sun just won't shine. All you need is a free hug and you feel great again. Kudos to all the free huggers! My hugs go out to you in one big embrace. :D We should have a day dedicated to free hugs. PETITION. Comment if you want a free hug day. :D

Kabbalah - a person, a town or a bowl of soup?

Okay. What's up with the Kabbalah bling these days? You know. The red string people keep on wearing. I remember some funny dialogue from Will and Grace (which is probably one of the best series I have been watching obsessively).

GRACE: Your words wash over me. You see, Kabbalah has taught me there is no room for negativity in life. And I believe him.
WILL: Kabbalah is not a person.
GRACE: Then how did he write a book?
KAREN: Didn't anyone ever tell you two that stealing is a sin? Yeah, a little something I learned in a town called Kabbalah.
[KAREN HOLDS UP HER LEFT HAND. THERE IS A RED RIBBON TIED AROUND HER WRIST.]
WILL: It's not a town!
KAREN: Then how did it write a book?
[KAREN AND GRACE TAP THEIR KABBALAH WRISTS TOGETHER.]
WILL: I can't imagine anyone having less understanding of this religion.

Other dialogue. Blah-blah-blah, then a perfect ending.


KAREN: Wow, she's really upset.
JACK: You know what she needs? A nice warm bowl of Kabbalah.
WILL: It's not a... [SIGHS] I'll boil the water.


I just love them. :D

214

Here in Starbucks (Rockwell), just listening to 214. It a really great song by Rivermaya, the lead singer then was Bamboo.

"The world could die

And everything may lie

Still you shouldn't cry

'Cause time may pass

But longer than it'll last

I'll be by your side"

I really love the song. It's romantic. It's sweet. However, everytime the song ends I feel so shitty. I think it's because it's not meant to be sweet or romantic. I can feel the melody of the song and it's a sad melody. Even though the lyrics say that there will always be someone with you, I think it's saying the opposite, "a goodbye". I know I sound weird right now and I probably don't make sense but try listening to the song and tell me what you think about it. I want to hear your own interpretation.

Hear the song. :)

214 - Rivermaya

If only for a while..

When love fades, and dreams are all you have,

Hold tight. Don't let go.

When dreams fade, and realization hits,

Kiss love and dream goodbye.

Reality hurts. Fantasy hurts even more.

- D.K.Leigh

I'm obsessed.

Can the word obsessed really have that much 's'?
Just a thought. :)

Anyway, yes. You've read right. I'm obsessed about a dream I keep on having. This dream has been plaguing me since last week. I don't know what my subconscious is telling me so I hope you can tell me.

It always starts with me in a bench. I don't know where I am but in my view I can clearly see kids playing cricket. I would assume I'm in a park. There are vendors surrounding me. They sell cotton candy, popcorn, balloons, etc. I must be near an amusement park 'cause there was a big ferris wheel afar.

A friend said I must be somewhere in Europe in my dream. I've never been in any country in Europe so I don't exactly know what it looks like. Maybe, deep inside, I wanted to go there? Hmm.. Anyway, back to my story. So I was writing furiously in a notebook when suddenly a kid tripped and bruised his leg. I was immediately there and to my surprise, I have a first aid kit. How convenient is that? :)

I was helping him to a bench when a guy came to me. Can't remember what he looked like but his voice was sweet, caring, not deep but it did have an english accent. He helped me patch the wound and well, a girl approached him. I didn't see him smile at me but in the dream I know he did after he kissed the girl that is. I can't remember his face. I want and try to but I can't. This mystery guy is driving me nuts. Maybe, it's just a dream. Maybe, it's just in my subconscious. Deep inside, I wish it isn't.

Stuck

You've probably read my post "Screenplay".

I know. I know.

I should be writing. The problem is.. I actually don't remember how my dream ended. Maybe, I woke up before the story ended. Now, that leaves me to think of how the story will flow. I haven't even left page 1 of the script. Writing a script is really hard.

Screenplay

I woke up at around 11:30 this morning and I can't seem to get a dream out of my head. So, instead of distracting myself, I thought I should just write a screenplay about it. I've always wanted to write a screenplay and wish that someone would buy and make a film out of it. However, I was always to lazy to start writing so I couldn't get anything done. Maybe this dream is a sign that I should start asserting myself.

Thank you dream. :)

By the way, I was thinking of "Love Balloon" for the title. Tell me what you think.

Cinema

Here in the cinema, going to watch, "Race to witch mountain". Miley Cyrus' movie trailer playing. Oh.. Damn. It's so funny! And she's seriously thinking of winning an oscar. For what? Best wannabe actress? She should just stick to music. On second thought, I think she should just stay at home. :)

You

He will never be yours and you will never be his.

He is in love, deeply and passionately in love.

But not with you. Never with you.

- D.K. Leigh

Immersion

Arrived in school. 5:00am.

Left school. 6:00am.
STOPOVER! :D

Bored. Bus ride: 3 hours.

Finally, we arrived at calatagan, batangas.

We rode a jeepney. After, we had to walk for a couple of meters. The path was not paved and there were twigs and rocks everywhere. The grass was not cut. I'm pretty sure that there are snakes lurking around. It was a great experience to be up close to a cow and a goat. *Laughs*

Life is hard in the province. There are no cars. There's no refrigerator. You have to pump a well for water and the pump is rusty. We had to cook so we started fire with dried wood that we found around the house. No matter how hard their life is, people are still accomodating. They tried their best to make us feel comfortable. After all, we're city girls and we don't actually experience these things everyday. In the city, things are handed on a silver platter. Everything is high-tech. In the province, they don't even have landline phones or cellphones. Just imagine how they contact their families in manila, by letters sent by post (which would probably arrive in a week).

We played with the kids there. My family for the day was ate Zoila and Lorenz. Lorenz had a broken wrist from falling off a tree. I expected to see him in a cast. To my surprise, his wrist was bandaged with used cloth and there were leaves stuck in it.

I asked him, "Para saan yung dahon? (the leaves, what are they for?)"

He replied, "Gamot po. (It's medicine.)"

I can just imagine how a broken wrist must have hurt (I've dislocated my ankle before). With no medicine and proper cast, he can't heal properly and it would be hard to go to school and write with a broken wrist.

I had always thought that my life was hard. I had to live up to the expectations of my family. I had to do great in school to make them proud. But whatever I ask for will be given to me. I travel. I have a DSLR. I have a computer. I have a tv, a maid, designer clothes, shoes, bags. When I ask for money, my parents will give it to me. I have everything I want and need.

Seeing the provincial life. Seeing those people, in that community. I am quite sure that they don't have much. They just have a small room enought to fit two people but a family of ten is sleeping there. They don't have a couch. All furnitures are made by scrap wood from trees. THEIR LIFE IS HARD and my life? My life is easy.

Is she serious?

Just out of curiousity, I checked my multiply account.

I haven't signed in, in like forever.

Anyway, imagine my reaction when I saw this.

Wow, so now she's adding me as her friend. Not that I hate or dislike her. I thought she hated me. *Laughs* Hmm, I guess things change you know. I'll add her anyway seeing as she wants to make ammends. :P

La Mesa Eco Park

SUPER LATE BLOG POST! :D
Last week, went to la mesa park.
Awesome view and boating experience.

It was so much fun. Can't wait to go back again next time. :)

The International with Kimmie. :)

Check out Kimmie's blog: http://superspectrum.blogspot.com/

So Kim and I went to see the international, the one with Clive Owen. Yeah. At first, it was really interesting. I was curious about EVERYTHING. It was kind-a like a suspense/action/comedy in some moments/confusing movie. I'm not sure what to feel about the movie. It just left me baffled and confused. : I just want to see it again and well.. try to figure it out. *Laugh*

After, met up with her cousin and her cousin's ateneo friends. I really had fun today. :D Wah! So excited for monday, can't wait to do some outreach activities! Ta-ta for now! :D

Where will I be able to buy these?

And how can I afford it?