Partypooper

This the best I can do for this ride, seat and watch and take a photo of it.


I can be a real partypooper when we talk about roller coaster! I DONT LIKE IT. The feeling of making yourself scared and funny at the same time is pathetic and so uncomfortable for me. Some may think I'm tough and I guess they're right but my toughness won't definitely go up as high and as twisted and as crazy as this. Noooh! Haha!

What's on my Tweets.

Singapore Fun

I'm officially alone now here in my suite that my two good friends, Sienna and Mitch are back to work. It's damn quiet now. All I can hear the sound of keyboard as I blog this. I  kinda miss them already. And oh, I missed my cappuccino at Executive lounge too! Sad tummy huh! I have Pizza (from last night's dinner courtesy of Sienna) here though, so you can't call it "miserable" at all. Hehe. I woke up late with sore feet from dancing all night at Arena in Clark Quay. The place was cool, the band was great. And the crowd were the coolest ever. I haven't been dancing for quite sometime you know, at least not the "dance-floor-kind-of-a-dance" HAHAHA. So I felt like I was the dancing diva I used to be or born to be! One guy asked me if I came from Africa, "the way you dance is so African", he said. That got me wondering how Africans move like on the dance floor, and how I was last night... hmmm...  I guess the latter is gonna take me forever to find out since mitch and sienna were too occupied last night. Hahaha. Nevertheless, it was a wonderful time really. Being with old friends and meet new ones.

Marriott Hotel

Clark Quay Diva, Jume J-LO!

@Arena with the sweetest Biatch

Hahaha! PAA mode!

Mitch, Kumad(g) and Sienn

Do I Need To Tell You Why I love Japan?

 

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Just because we WILLED it.

Caution: The video you are about to see is unforgivable.If you wish to live in peace, don't watch.

Who have watched this video and never felt any disgust or dismay or never felt offended at all? Who have seen this video and got so entertained? If you say,"I did" then you must be like the madman himself, Willie Revillame and his apathetic audience. 

I hate to deliver the bad news but... <drum rolls pleez> this is one of the miseducations of Filipino People! Blame Philippine TV. It surely sucks!! Media extremely affects and has great effects on how and what we think as a nation. These days, instead of edifying moral values and teaching moral obligations,  they choose to settle to convenience and empty entertainment.  They do what is easy and what doesn't need any thinking or analysis. Because Philippine media treats  their audience as instruments who don't need values, but   money and time to forget their functions as human beings. Willie's show only teaches us apathy, how it is to celebrate the devaluing of people. How amusing it is to be laugh at for money. How we are capable of embarrassing other people, too. How pleasurable it is to forget what we are made of, that for a  short period of time, through this exploitation, we can forget too our own hardships and how we struggle against poverty.We want enjoyment and it happened just because we willed it. 

I searched on YOUTUBE and saw that it was uploaded right away and liked by many, shared on Facebook and on Tweeter. Matter of seconds,  the news were delivered. But the moral of the lesson were left out. Because people post it as a form of another entertainment not a warning. What shocked me most was related videos were uploaded too showing others kids of the same age imitating the "dance gestures". And so the curse has come full circle, just because we willed it. 

If this is a minute of fame for the boy or a lifetime shame to his family, only time will tell. Now we ask, Are his parents proud? Are they happy? Of course! Don't tell me I pass judgment easily, it's no brainer, from the very start, they know the culture. Would you allow your kids to join the beast in the cage for nothing? They belong too to the system of corrupt. Parents who allow their kids to earn money by virtue of humiliation is unforgivable.No one can blame them for dreaming of "spotlight" because again, we have miseducation here. To be popular, by bad or good publicity, is still popularity. And we continue this tradition by living up to this kind of principle. And this will not end because we willed it. 

I shed a tear as I watched the boy being exploited and humiliated by this crassness. I felt so sorry for my kids that the world their part of is such a crowded circus full of people getting entertained at the expense of others, young or old. 

Stupidity indeed is limitless and Mr. Revillame has no limits when he comes for entertainment. His brain <if he has> is obviously dedicated only to make his muscles move so he can mock and laugh at people! His millions of money can buy him a heart transplant if gets weak and sick. But Mr. Revillame could never afford a healthy nerve to feel for others unless he gives up his madness. INSENSITIVE na ISTUPIDO pa! He lacks good judgment between what is funny and what is entertaining. From what is enjoyable to what is humiliating. And pity the audience who tolerate this distress. They looked so amused and entertained. If Mr. Revillame's bosses will rebuke Willie's shameful act, I salute them, but burn them alive if they too willed the disgraceful show to happen. 

Man(n)y are Knocked Down by Critics

Rumors has it, PACMAN <COng. Manny Pacquiao> has finally bid goodbye to Twitter with his last post “Sorry everyone but hanggang dito nalang delete ko na account ko thank you very much to all your support.” Sad face.. His followers got really upset when he replied "e di mag reklamo ka sa lolo mong panot"  to a question why he ran for Congress if he lacks knowledge of the House proceeding. The tweets went astronomical as he exchanged posts with his critics resorting to deleting the account to stop them from lambasting the congressman on the net. This all fired up during the voting of congressmen on impeachment trial of Ombudsman Merceditas Gutierrez. Pacman, the world's no.1 pound-for-pound best boxer is currently representing the province of Sarangani.

For those who love following PACMAN, don't be sad if you can no longer read tweets from him bcuz we still have Mommy D on Tweeter to give a punch err smile on your face.  Hahaha. She's adorable!!!

Shame on you!

I'd rather be homeless than join you in this house of hypocrisy. I'd rather be cold than embrace your insecurities. I may be raised by poor parents but was never taught to steal others dignities. I'd rather die eating mud than giving up my pride. 

God Bless the hypocrites!!!

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3 AM

Bad dream. Bad dream. But this post won't be all about how bad it went. Actually, I couldn't remember any details from it, that's how bad it is. I felt so uneasy and disturbed, my heartbeat was fast when I woke up. So I knew I just had a bad dream.

Usually <this isn't the 1st time>, this is the time of the day when I mostly need a cup of coffee and want to blog. Hahaha. Palpitation plus coffee plus blog is a weirdo thing for some but it works for me to stop my heart from beating fast. Writing is relaxing. Like sunbathing. Specially when you know what to write. Just don't overdo it, because like sunbathing, its awful when you get your skin burned. Im used to this kind of a dizzy feeling while blogging but I don't know why this time around, I am not sure of what I am doing. Yeah, what would I write is the 1st question that popped up my head. Wait, what about a love story? A poem? Or my disgust feeling over the word "trust", like world peace that never exists? My head is like a balloon now, floating. I'm telling you, I have been typing words and pressing delete key for a couple of times now and I guess I have to admit that this is getting me nowhere. Yah, and again like a balloon Im floating. Waiting for its time to burst. 

It's been hours now after I started typing the title which I think is pretty creative for someone who just woke up from a bad dream. Tsk tsk! Dunno if I have to put the blame to supermoon. Dammit, I've been trying hard to pour this all out but ended up writing nonsense. Would that mean I am feeling nonsense? Aaargh! But here's my superego telling me, It was a nice try, more ingenious than trying to win a pointless argument. Whoah. Where's that pointless argument came from? Hmmm.. My mind needs some oxygen...or i guess I had too much sugar on my coffee. Or perhaps, lack of sleep. Duh?!

Okay, I'll settle then. It's not that I'm giving up this writing thing but I'm gonna try going back to sleep and hopes that this time around, amma wake up to fulfill a better dream err a better blog! 

:D

Dammit it when u were being asked but never believed.

• What's the point of asking one person when you have already decided you wouldn't believe whatever she's about to say?
• What's the point of asking someone when in yourself you know she's a big fat liar, a player and a sl*t?
• What's the point of asking a person same question over and over when you know that whatever her answer would be, it won't change a thing? 

WHAAAAAAAT?
You must have the luxury of time to waste it all for this rubbish. 

It was just a pause, never a stop!

My Bugoy

I haven't been "photo shooting" lately. It's not that I lost the appetite. I just wanted to take some time to master my craft in the most convenient and safe manner. Observing and Reading. Reading and Observing. Hehehe. Well, it won't take forever until I return. Maybe until such time I created another concept or 'till time comes I get the itch to click the shutter. Who knows, maybe tomorrow perhaps?! 
I had spent so much time painstakingly doing some outdoor shoots with some photog friends for quite some time, though I couldn't deny the "fun" I get from it, and so are the facts that it was tiring, time consuming, and pretty annoying when you get to mingle with people who have this "air balloon" size of a head, the shoot is all in all not worth it. Specially when after posting the photos,  all you see is the same photo set with the photographer who invited himself to your concept photo shoot  <you directed and produced> . HAHAHA. 
Craaaaap! 

It's a Cup of a Cake!

Strawberry Cheese Cake

Sonja's Cupcakes

Blame this sugar madness <that usually happens  to me every 1st, 2nd, 3rd and mostly on the 4th week of the month, hahaha :D>, that I am posting these photos that will surely make you mad, too.  I can be held accountable if that will happen because I felt like crazy too driving all the way from Cavite to Serendra One in Fort Bonifacio for these little cakes  <from Sonja's>  I've been really dying to eat for almost week after seeing it on food magazine. Little in size but big in taste. Yumyum! No matter how decided you are for saying no to sweets, I don't think one can resist these cupcakes unless you're too good to say no. Hehehe. Glad I am not. Who wouldn't give in for these mouthwatering mini cakes? Look at them, these are cakes to die for. Believe me, my "yummy-meter/radar" has never served me wrong. 

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How to Argue.

There is no organize pattern on how to win an argument. It varies depending on who your opponents are, how you handle stress and pressure, how knowledgeable you are to the topic and how good you are in convincing other people that your premise is true and correct. If you always do the talking, sometimes,  other people tend to believe that your argument is logically sound and rationally correct. When you can manipulate people mentally by talking, you will always win the discussion 101%. But winning is not all about opening your mouth. Sometimes you can win an argument without even talking. There are times you know where you stand and confident that you can win it over but you still to choose to keep mum about it and let them do the talking.  Because oftentimes, when do a lot of blabbing, less of listening and analysis, you lose your control of yourself and of the situation.. and of what the argument is all about. Nonetheless you lose your power to convince them and worst the power of self confidence. When your rivals start to do the talking nonstop, even before you say what you think about his piece, think of the energy you are about to waste if you insist to interrupt. Close minded people will always say what they want. They are not after what is right and what is correct. But solely on what they want to believe. 

Why the hell she can't talk?

If you pay 5000 php for a convention and your speaker couldn't deliver a single word but "aahm" and "uhmm"

If you wake up as early as 5am, drive fast while praying not to hit the traffic, so not to miss the 1st speaker who couldn't explain what she's doing and ended up sitting in front of you murmuring with her laptop

If you missed your kid's family day for a speaker you thought would send innovation on your artwork but ended up having you asked yourself, "what the effin ell is goin on?" 

YOU FEEL BUSTED. 

Yes, she can shoot. She can draw using photoshop. Actually she does everything good, i mean exceptional when it comes to these things... until she said "Sorry Im NERBYUS <nervous>"

She couldn't conversed using English language and even if she was forced to, because foreign speakers are there to observed too, words were not coming out right. Out of respect she really had no choice but to make herself understood by all of them so not to make them feel like they're in outer space or another universe but as she struggles,  all we hear was humming. 

I don't think she's ready for public speaking, yet. 

Grammar is not actually the outmost priority, simple tense is okay. Things like this can be learned overnight.We are not in English proficiency program anyway. Communication skill doesn't end in how proficient you deliver but it also goes hand in hand with how efficient you are when you do the talking. She could have made it fun and educational if she used slides or powerpoint presentation, for a support. But since everything was done without preparation, the fun was on her. 

CRAAAAP!

3 decades and 1 year

And I'm still looking for the best definition of the word "me". I searched around, ran and fell down  my knees, and along the way, I didn't discover what is "me" but something made me see what I can become. 


Hence, the best part of not knowing yourself is being able to realize your unending possibilities. When you delimit yourself, you are condemning yourself of a lifetime agony.


Socrates is right, fools are those who claim that they already know everything.   

I Hate Parties.

I know you would ask W-H-Y, the same question I've been hearing a lot every time I say I am not so into P-A-R-T-Y. Contrary to what others think, for me some Party spell P-R-E-S-S-U-R-E and not FUN <except of course those of my love ones>! 

First, It's a pain in the neck to think of what to give to the celebrator specially when you don't know them personally and you were just invited because "they ought to". Then here you are to hurt your feet roaming the mall to look around for the not-so-expensive-but-make-it-sure-its-decent-enough-for-them-to-appreciate-gifts because of the same reason that, "You are ought to" and that you don't want to feel the guilt of coming over for buffet without something to give back. Yes, I love shopping. But gift-buying is a different story. You are buying things that aren't for you using your own money. Isn't it distressing to lose a cent and sore your feet at the same time? Though some are brilliant enough to think of GIFT REGISTRY and make things convenient both for them and their guests, I still can't sense any FUN out of it and even if they make it easier by doing it online, it's still  sickening when you are spending your time and your money to please someone who you don't even know their surname. 

Though I like to dress up, flaunt some of fab outfits once in a while, some parties  are not the always perfect venue to do it as what I always thought. Because some people make their party a little like hell by imposing what to wear on the event! Some has to be formal which is okay and sometime tolerable while some require you to wear bikini, for their Hawaiian theme party. Eeew! I remember being too excited to attend a friend's wedding but ended up not showing up because the bride requires their guests to wear "something that is sunny orange". What the F?! Though the party is for them to enjoy and for us to see that enjoyment, I think, it wouldn't be too much if the host will let the guests enjoy too by letting them choose the clothes they are comfortable to wear. Don't you think too?


I still have few reasons left to say and Imma say it on my next blog or so because I need to go out right now to buy "white nice dress"  for a friend's wedding on Sunday. 


See how it occupies my time?! Aaargh. 

It isn't bad to make a B-day wish list.

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Specially if you're not forcing anyone to make your wish come true. 
But if somebody will do the effort all by himself, out of the goodness of his heart, then it really isn't bad to add another wish on your list, after all.
 Whoever you will be, Thank you in advance. :D

Never judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.

     If there's one book that has influenced me a lot during my younger years, it's Sharon Creech' novel WALK TWO MOONS. A novel about fear, death, travel, wisdom and hope. 

    Unlike other bloggers who enumerate, and just for the sole reason that I wanna be different, I won't include bullets or numbers to dissect the novel for you. I don't see the need to list down the reasons why this book got me hooked, for that would sound <or read> very subjective and very typical, but what I'd like to do is to share some of my favorite quotes from the novel that lingered and gotten me into sleepless nights figuring out if Heaven and Hell exist. Kiddin! I just wanna sound smart and profound. Hehehe.  

Here it goes: Creech' quotes <and my personal opinion about it> 

•  Never judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.

This is quite true for no one is in the right position to judge a man unless he has traveled the same road, experience the same pain, hatred, joy, and failure. But come to think of it, is there such a thing as going thru the same path? Two travels or journey of two different people could be physically the same, but I don't believe that the existence of total, exact and similar situations of two different people can be possible. No experience is alike. As every man is unique, and so are the issues they are going through. Two persons may have the same series of misfortunes, but never the same level of hardships, intensity of pain or ordeal. Because they both have  different perspective, different biases,  different values and different predicaments. Thus injecting the idea, that even if we have walked two moons in his mocassins, NO ONE REALLY IS RIGHTFUL TO JUDGE. Well, that is just how I see it.

• Everyone has their own agenda.

Men are like weather, dangerous when they are unpredictable but always manageable. You don't have to be an expert to be able to read people's mind or be a genius to read between the lines. Just by being conscious enough about the reality that every man has his intention and own agenda for their very own survival, then you are equipped to fight with a lesser chance of defeat in the biggest battlefield ~ life. Similar to Sun Tzu's The Art of War... knowing thy enemies. 

• In the course of a life time, what does it matter?

What does it matter that really matters? Is there such a thing that really matters? In this course of a lifetime when everything is bound to end, are there things worthy of one's unending love and affection? Everything is temporal and nothing lasts more than a lifetime. In that case, it doesn't matter if it matters or not. 

• You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair. 

If you choose to be happy, then you will be, otherwise sadness sets in. If sadness is inevitable, happiness is always a choice. Choose to be happy then you won't feel sad. Dwell on to your sadness, then happiness disappears. One should create his own destiny. He is his own designer of his universe, if he decides to create a lonely world then he submits to what is inevitable. But he still has a choice to decide to be happy in spite of the inevitable existence of miseries. 

• We never know the worth of the water until the well is dry. 

It is always true that we only realize one's value when its gone, but there is no room for regrets, only lessons learned. What is important now is to know what do we do next after we realized how worthy the water is,  now that it is already gone. Are we gonna run on the faucet? Or find another well? There is no point of crying over spilled milk like what my grandma always say. What has been done is done. Your next step makes the difference. 

      Creech's ideas though differ from what I believe made me think and realize about several things I never thought I would ever figured out. Had I not read this book, I would have gotten myself doomed and busted reading those "romance-is-nothing-but-fiction-plus-horror-pocketbooks". Eeeck!

I'm not sure if you'd gonna like ithese too <who cares anyway huh, i just wanna have something on my blog!> But if along the way, you have found something essential to your survival then good for you and for the history of mankind, hooray, hope we can both save the world! Hahaha. Don't expect any "life changing" idea as I don't expect you to find something "metaphysical" on what you have just read but I do hope you'll find something vital on this post. Like something that is worth FB sharing or reTweet~ing. If not, at least U had fun reading this. 

A long and lasting Dopamine err love.

Can something beautiful like this lasts forever?

Admit it or not, we get excited <apart from traditionalist> every time we experience profoundness and innovation. We couldn't help but feel happy when something new comes our way. Researchers say DOPAMINE or the happy juices in our brain, rises when we are expose to things like this. But happiness and excitement soon fade as the novelty disappears.

I begin to see now why couples happy moments never last long. Because while days pass by, happy juices fade thus leading some to feel unhappy, unemotional, and frigid... not unless they find something new to release the happy chemicals again. Lucky enough if they both find this new things appealing to them, together. They can maintain the happiness, otherwise, the relationship is ended. 

Now we can explain what we call "a sudden change of heart". I mean brain juices. When people got weary quickly, got fed up easily, you know that this "happy juice" has dried up and all gone.

A cue for "the end"? 

Hmmm... 

Life is not all about candies and chocolates.

Sweet Fact of Life

It's not everyday that what you eat always tastes sweet. Life offers a bunch of shit too, no matter how hard we try to refuse to see it, but its damn happening, right in front of our face. And that is why we get into trouble a lot. We choose to keep blind folded rather than accept the mess we have dragged ourselves into and do something to get out of it.

Wake up, we don't live in a world where furrysaurs talk and walk with turtledoves. Gone are those days of friendly spiders and loving Panda bears. They do bite. Like reality. Blame the fairy tales and happy ending schemes we are told about when we were younger.  Life is taught distortedly. There is no prince charming. But beast is quite true. The wicked are everywhere but no fairy god mother is always ready to help you get thru with your plight. Wickedness is not always evil and goodness is never directly proportional to happiness. 

The belief in goodness beating the evil is quite interesting.  All this hustle and bustle makes us feel exhilarated, diluting the chance of our unhappiness. And so when things don't come our way n spite of being too good and when we are not rewarded accordingly as we expect it to be, we tend to annihilate goodness and gradually turn ourselves otherwise. There goes the start of chaos. And how we see life begins to turn upside down. People start to rebel. To fight against injustice but never work on for equality. People compete against each other and continuously struggle for self preservation because of the hope for the "and they so live happily ever after" notion. After all the ballyhoo, the fairy tale was a flop. Negating its purpose. 

Good stories do not always inspire people. Sometimes, the worst nightmare being shared uplifts the soul making it vulnerable and equipped for what is to be expected when the night falls.

Life is sweet when it is not sugarcoated. 

Sorry to bring the bad news.

When you know you're smart...
Sorry to bring the bad news but you're less of a thinker.

When you know you're pretty...
Sorry to bring the bad news but you just lost your charm and appeal.

When you know you're strong, 
Sorry to bring the bad news but I have found your weakness.

When you know that you know everything. 
Sorry to bring the bad news but you are unreliable. 

Because there are things that you are not aware of yet.
Like your big ego and overindulgence.

and that makes you not knowing it all, 
sorry to have brought you the bad news.

Cigar and Boredom!

When you've got nothing left to burn, put yourself on fire! 

Don't be too unfair to disregard what I feel just bcuz U feel that way.

You don't live alone. And if my existence brings meaning to your existence, then be sensitive enough to notice and appreciate my reality. We are not in realm of dreams. This is our life where words are not only words. They are like bombs. They sure don't have souls but they can cause great and irreparable harm to each one of us.


If you can't be considerate, at least be careful with whatever comes out your mouth. It may not smell awful, but it sounds very unhealthy. 

New Year can't change me.

When I was a kid, no fad was as apparent as writing your new years resolution right after celebrating the 1st day of the new year. I remember being told that those have importance in making your new year a good  one. And because I am stubborn and skeptic, by nature. <I know I am accurate as my mom has been very honest about this ever since>. I didn't write resolutions or even contemplated to think of any. And now that I am older and I think wiser, I carried on the tradition of breaking the rules of mob! For me, it always feels convenient to be unorganized rather than worried to be organized.


Annual resolution for me, is nothing but an apathetic solution to a "changed you" specially when you do it only to flaunt a fake intention of doing something or of not doing a thing. I don't mean to be a party popper. If you're determined to enumerate the things you want to be done for this new year, do so. Just don't ask me if I have any. I will probably yell at you!


Happy 2011 Guys! Be you!