Sunday, June 20, 2010

Introducing: Soundtrack Sundays

For lack of anything new to do and write about, I've decided to start Soundtrack Sunday. Every Sunday, I'll post songs we've not heard for the longest time, and I'm hoping you guys share your memory of it.

I came up with this because I noticed that every moment of my life has a particular song associated with it. Whenever I hear a song, I remember where I was (literally and figuratively) when I first heard it and all the fond memories associated with it. So I thought, why not reminisce and write about old times through song?

Ok, so to start off, I'm posting here Solveig Sandnes' Marie. I remember I was 13 or 14 when I saw her video on MTV. It was the 90s and at that time MTV was the biggest thing. I remember I watched MTV for almost the entire day and I knew all the Top 10 songs by heart. Anyhoo, Marie was one of them and I remember hearing it always made me smile. It was, and still is, my song for my sister.



I tried to look for the original video, but apparently not a lot of people remember this song, so I couldn't find one.

So if you're one of the cool people who have heard Marie, 'Where were you when this
song was famous?'

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Great Procrastinator

Here I am at quarter to midnight, with the laptop on my bed, trying to compose an essay on why I want to become a Foreign Service Officer and why I should be one. And as usual, when presented with an all-important task, I get stuck and I procrastinate.

This always happens to me. In college, when we were required to turn in term papers, I usually spend hours and hours in front of the computer just to finish a one-page essay. Why? Because after every few sentences, I stop to play Solitaire. My excuse was that I need to take a break in order for my creative juices to start flowing. Whatever. I knew I was only kidding myself.

So now, I find myself in the same predicament, but with an all-new diversion: the Internet (well, more specifically Facebook). My excuse now is that I need inspiration. Total Lame-o, I know. But not totally un-true as I'm trying to dig deep and find the real reason why I'm doing this.

Anyhoo, so in my mindless FB browsing, I came across an old message a friend sent me. I think re-reading this brought me more distraction than inspiration. Just read on.

If A Man Wants You
If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.

Stop making excuses for a man & his behavior.
Allow your intuition to save you from heartache.
Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.

Slow is better.
Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.

If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve, then heck no, you can't be "friends."
A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.

Don't settle.
If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.
Don't stay because you think it will get better.
You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
The only person you can control in a relationship is you.

Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.
He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?

Always have your own friends separate from his.

Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.
If something bothers you, speak up.

Never let a man know everything.
He will use it against you later.

You can not change a man's behavior.
Change comes from within.

Don't ever make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job.
Don't make him into a quasi-god.
He is man, nothing more nothing less.

Never let a man define who you are.

Never borrow someone else's man.
If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.

A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.
All men are not dogs.
You should not be the one doing all the bending.
Compromise is a two way street.

You need time to heal between relationships.
There is nothing cute about baggage.
Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.

You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you.
A relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals.
Look for someone complimentary... not supplementary.

Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.

Make him miss you sometimes.
When a man always knows where you are, and you're always readily available to him-- he takes it for granted.

Never move into his mother's house.
Never co-sign for a man.

Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.
Keep him in your radar but get to know others...


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Just an update. I have not finished what I was supposed to write until now, and it's already past 12:30am on my watch. See? Even this post took me almost an hour to write. Sheesh.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Fave Song of the Moment

This song makes me smile in the mornings and want to skip along on my way to work. Imagine that!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Sinking Feeling

Lately, I've realized that I've been looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. I've always thought that everything's fine with the world and nothing could go wrong. Call it naivete or plain stupidity, but I thought that if you don't think of or face a problem, it doesn't exist.

So when reality bit me, it bit me hard in the ass. This rude awakening felt like I was helplessly falling into this sinkhole...



I really don't know how I'm going to get out of this mess, but I'm praying I get out of it soon. Hopefully unscathed and much stronger.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Why May 27 Was a Good Day

This is one of the reasons why my 30th is officially the best birthday ever!

Now, off to an intense 2-month review session...

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Simple Joys

- Laughing so hard it makes me cry
- Making people laugh
- The smell of coffee
- Long comfortable silences
- Waking up Sunday morning to sikwati, champorado or taho
- Sleeping in
- My pet dog welcoming me home after a long and tiring day at work
- Finding extra money in my pocket
- Bookstore air
- Popping bubble wrap
- Singing out loud while driving
- Watching Friends reruns
- Hearing my favorite song being played on the radio
- Listening to the waves of the sea
- Receiving handwritten letters
- The sound and smell of rain

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Zip. Zilch. Nada.

I'm having a literary dry spell. I can't seem to think of any thing to write about. Just goes to show how boring my life has been lately. No happy/exciting things, no life-changing news (there is actually, but I choose not to busy myself with it yet as it has not fully sunk in. I still have 2 months to go anyway.), and no First Thing too.

I hope things pick up in the next week before another month ends. Sigh.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Daily Affirmations

Lately I've received news about some major changes that's about to happen in my life. And with the news came feelings of anxiety, insecurity and self-doubt. (Although I think I am much more excited than worried, about the prospects of doing new things in a new environment. Yehey!)

I guess I have a few things to learn from this kid. I should start doing this tomorrow morning, haha! :)

Monday, May 10, 2010

I Got Inked (and Irked)

The whole family was up by 5am as we were all raring to vote. We got to the school by 6:30am and noticed there weren't many people there yet. I got priority number 17, so that's not so bad, I was still included in Batch 1.

By 7:30am, our batch was called inside the room and I felt relieved because I thought we didn't have to wait that long. Apparently, we still had to wait until the teachers brought out the ballots from its sealed box, while the pollwatchers, well, watched. Voting was supposed to start by 7am but the teachers had to wait for the pollwatchers (each political party sends its own pollwatcher/s to every precinct) before they open the ballots. This already irritated some of us, because isn't it their duty to come in earlier than the voters and all the preparation should have been done before any of us got there? My dad says sometimes it's their tactic- to come in late, which subsequently delays the start of voting. Nice.

But this was still tolerable. After a few minutes, Voter #1 was already called. It took the teacher-in-charge (who I'll refer to as T1 from now on) several minutes to give her the ballot. Same thing happened with the next 3 voters. Thirty minutes have passed, and only 5 people have been given ballots! And, once a voter is done, it's still T1 who assists him in feeding his ballot to the machine. A few people (mainly members of my family, hehe) voiced out their protest to this very inefficient process. I mean, why would it take several minutes to hand out a blank ballot? And why are the other teachers not doing anything?! Their answer? It's the COMELEC's process, T1 is the only one who can go near the PCOS machine. T1 even retorted, we have different lists to check as you belong to different precincts so "di na madali-dali" (this can't be rushed). Pardon my French, but WTF?!

Then, to make matters worse, the lovely teachers decided to prioritize the senior citizen voters. (I'm sorry, I love teachers, but this is one instance where I think their common sense was thrown out the window) Once a voter from our batch is done, they let one senior citizen in. This delayed handing out of the ballots even more. This is in no way to disrespect our elders, but I just think this is not fair. We have made an effort to come in really early so that we can finish early, shouldn't the 'first come first served' rule apply here? It's not as if the people they called in were ailing. My mom blew her top when an elderly couple (of good health, mind you. They just had the good fortune of being 60 years old) was let in, even after we complained of the long wait. She said that if they were really prioritizing senior citizens, why didn't they let the old man included in our batch go before all of us. He was older than they are and was even having a hard time walking.

Amidst all the chaos, the school principal (I think) finally stepped in and told T1 to just hand out the blank ballots and she also asked one of the other teachers to help in checking the voters' names on the list to speed things up. This caused everyone in the room to applaud. In hindsight though, I think that handing out the ballot prior to checking a person's name on the voters' list is a bad idea. What if, after feeding the ballot to the machine and getting a confirmation that your vote has been counted, your name is not on the list? Would it invalidate the rest of the votes?

Anyway, I finally got to vote and was finished by 8:30am. It took me a mere 5 minutes of the whole 2-hour ordeal to shade the 'bilog na hugis itlog' beside my candidates' names. Now I understand why some people get frustrated and just opt not to vote. The heat, the waiting, confusion and chaos are probably too much to take. But for me, after all I've been through, I would still gladly do it all over again. I think this is just a small sacrifice that every Filipino should make to show one's love for our country.

And oh, before I forget, this is my First Thing # 13. It's my first time participating in an automated election, and my first time voting in Cebu.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Oh my vote!

Election Day is just a few hours away, and I can't help but feel anxious for my country.

This is the first time we'll have an automated one and problems have been surfacing even as of this writing: machines not working, power failure, and security threats. Despite these, the COMELEC has assured the public that it's all systems go for tomorrow. I sincerely hope that they are right.

But amidst all the brouhaha, what gives me hope is that I think Filipinos are now more concerned with our government's future. More and more Pinoys are making themselves aware of our country's issues and are being less apathetic to our current situation. I know of people my age who will be voting again after a long time,(myself included, as I have not voted for the last 3 elections. Yes, I am very ashamed of this.) or for the very first time, and I take this as a very good sign.
I say, awareness is the first step to making positive change.

Others have even taken on a more proactive stance by taking to the streets and campaigning for their bet, by sharing vital information about each candidate and help us make informed choices, or by simply wearing their candidate's color. I have never seen the country, since the 1980s, be filled with people who wear
their political hearts on their sleeves. And I think this is the beauty of democracy. Every one is entitled to make their choice, and not be condemned for making that choice.

So I'm urging every one reading this to please pray for our country. May our democracy be protected, and may this election bring out only the best in everyone. May peace reign throughout the country and from this, may the rightful leaders we need and deserve emerge victorious.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Up in the Air

The next set of my First things have one thing in common- heights. After doing these, I had a sudden realization that I might have been more of a bird than a fish in my past life. Other than the fact that I do not know how to swim, maybe the reason why I'm more comfortable in the air than underwater is that I love the adrenaline rush! I just love that funny sensation I get in the pit of my stomach when I lean over the edge of a building or how my knees get a tad bit weaker when I imagine myself falling off a cliff. I don't know, I'm just crazy that way.

Anyway, here are the blood-pumping things I've done lately, in chronological order and degree of difficulty, hehe.

First Thing #10 - Do the Skywalk and Ride the Edge Coaster.
These two attractions have been here in Cebu for like two years or so already, but I have not really gotten around to doing them until last month.

My friend and I went there in the evening, which I think is a good idea if you're a bit of an acrophobe because you don't see much down below and you're distracted by the beautiful night lights of the city.

Between the two though, I prefer the Edge Coaster because it gave me more thrill (and more laughs too, because my friend kept shrieking the whole time!). In Skywalk, you basically walk along a glass path on the side of the building and pose for some pictures. That's it. But with the Edge Coaster, you're seated in a coaster at the edge of the building (I wonder where the Edge Coaster got its name) and you can tilt this to like 55 degrees or something so you can see the busy streets below you. Exciting!

Good thing I did these before the next two things. Else, I would have been sorely disappointed. You'll see why.



First Thing #11 - Ride the Suislide.
A few friends and I decided to go to Bohol last weekend to go on an extreme adventure. We've planned this trip for months and the 3 main activities on our agenda would be the Suislide, the Plunge and caving.

I have tried the zipline before so I wasn't too keen on taking the Suislide. I mean I didn't get scared or anything, I just wanted to try something new that's why I had my eyes set on doing the Plunge. But when we got to E.A.T. Danao, I found out that it's not like the usual zipline where you're in a seated position and hold on to something that looks like a bike's handlebars. Instead, you'll be hanging facedown and travel from one hill to another (think Superman). Now, who would resist the chance to be able to 'fly' for even just a few minutes? Not me!

The ride was more relaxing than scary. Since you're just lying facedown, you get a bird's view of the hills, trees, and the river below. I think anyone, even the faint-hearted, could do this. If you're really scared, you can do this with someone since it can allow 2 riders at the same time. But I suggest you do this alone. Superman trumps the Wonder Twins, right? ;)



First Thing #12 - Take the Plunge.
All I can say is, this is the best ride yet! Nothing beats the heart-pumping and head-throbbing adrenaline rush you get from being dropped from the edge of a cliff with just a harness stopping you from falling to your death.

Okay, okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration. The Plunge is safe as safe can be and the operator guys look like they really know what they're doing (thank heavens for that, right?). So, if you can get past the fact that you'll be hanging and swinging from a few thousand feet above ground, then this ride's for you.

The Plunge is some sort of version of a bungee jump. They put the harness on you, and then you're asked to walk to the edge of the plank and sit down (pretty much like how the pirates make their captives jump off the ship). Then you're slowly lowered to a couple of feet (you can do this in a seated position or head-first and upside down), then dropped to a free fall, and finally swung like a pendulum.

I must say, this gave my lungs the much-needed exercise and I was able to finally release some pent-up emotions. The free fall was the best part for me because for a split-second you wonder what would happen if the harness broke and you actually fell down to the ground. But before you can push the image of your mangled body out of your head, you find yourself already swinging and shouting like Tarzan. Aaaah-aaah-aahhhh!!!



Hopefully these four things are just warm-up for my ultimate goal: skydiving! I'm really praying that the universe (and my wallet!) conspires with me on this one, and let me do this before I get too old or too scared.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

A Rendezvous with Ebony and Ivory

I'm happy to say that I just had a surprisingly pleasant evening.

Rewind to a few days ago. A client called me up in the office and asked me if I'm into music. Now, this is a 70-year old woman asking me if I like music so I wasn't really sure if that was a trick question or what. So I said yes (a bit hesitantly, I think). She then asked me if I wanted to go to a piano concert, because if so, she could get me free tickets. What do you answer to that???

OK, the last time I watched a piano concert was about 15 years ago. I was still in high school then, and you can just imagine the effort I put into trying to stay awake. Don't get me wrong, the artist was very good (it was Cecile Licad, for crying out loud!) and I also appreciate classical music. But I was still very young then and I have not yet developed that 'cultured' side of me (ehem!), so you could say that I found it too mature for my liking.

So armed with my iced Cafe Mocha and the determination not to fall asleep, I went to the event with my victim, Jude. We were actually a bit surprised that it was well-attended, and that the age-group wasn't as old as I initially feared. In fact, there were several young people there (read: people my age) and lots of personalities often seen in the society pages. Apparently, the concert was courtesy of the Ambassador of Israel and the Arts Council of Cebu, and it featured two young Israeli pianists: Yaron Kohlberg and Bishara Harouni.

Suffice it to say that I didn't fall asleep, and I even enjoyed the whole performance. The two guys were very talented (it also didn't hurt that they were both good-looking, hehe) and both played their solos and duets wonderfully. All emotions were beautifully conveyed with every stroke of the piano keys, and seeing them play was very mesmerizing. I thought to myself, if I had only finished my piano lessons and took them to heart, I'd probably be as good as they are now. Haha! Yeah, right.

Seriously though, what I admired most about them was their passion for music. It was very evident that they love what they do. I have always been jealous of people like that, and I've often wondered what that feels like. I'm thinking maybe, if you love what you're doing, you would gladly spend every bit of your time and energy on it until you think you have nothing left, and still find the heart to do it all over again the next day. You might experience all the disappointments, hurts and frustrations, but nothing else can also give you that much joy and peace. How I wish I could find my true passion! But I digress. That's too deep a realization for an hour of Chopin and Schubert.

All in all, I'm glad that I was asked to go that concert and I'm glad that I did. Aside from the wonderful music, it also brought back good memories and it gave me a much-needed kick to go after what I really want. As they say, things always happen for a reason and that we are where we were meant to be.

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Act your Age

People, especially older ones, often say: "Act your age!"

But does anybody really know how to do that? Not me, definitely.

If the 2 "first things" I did on my birthday were any indication of my age, you'd probably think I just turned 18 or something. (Notice the subtle self-flattery there? :P) Subconsciously, maybe I was trying to do these hoping to turn back time or maybe suspend it for just a little while.

So here are the 'non-adult' things I've done recently. Nothing major, but still...:

First Thing #8 - Not being allowed to drive my own car after partying.
No, I didn't get grounded by my parents. Worse. I wasn't allowed by my friends I was partying with, to drive myself home. It's kind of embarrassing actually. Does that mean, the fact that they didn't think I was fit to drive, sort of translates to me finally getting drunk? Huh.

All those who know me, know very well that I have an insanely high tolerance for alcohol. I can probably outdrink any macho guy (and I did, once or twice) and not feel a thing, save for a little dizziness. But that night I wasn't in the right mental and physical condition. I was tired and only had 4 hours of sleep, that's why I easily fell prey to intoxication. Damn you, Absinthe!

Anyway, I was forced to leave my car in the mall parking lot and a friend brought me home by cab. I went back the next day to get it, and got an unexpected birthday surprise: a P1,000 overnight parking fee. Now, this would have been number 9 on my 'first things' list had I not experienced this before. ;)

But let me make this clear, I am very much against drunk driving. And kids, don't drink and drive!

First Thing #9 - Take an exam with a hangover.
So after the early morning partying mentioned above (I went home around 2am), I woke up at 6am to take the FSO exam. My mom accompanied me to the exam venue, and she wondered where my car was. I just told her vaguely, "I left it in BTC".

Anyway, the whole thing is a bit hazy. Everyone there must've thought I was a bit of a loser because I kept dozing off while waiting for the exam to start. But I had to do this with my head upright or everything around me starts spinning. I was sleepy, hungry and hungover. (I also forgot to bring a pen, when it was specifically mentioned to bring one. So I ended up borrowing from the proctor. Yup, now I'm positive they thought I was a loser.)

I've never gone to class, let alone take an exam, with a hangover before even when I was in college. (I may have been late for an exam, or have dozed off while taking one. But that's another story.) That's why I kinda found it funny that I had to do this now, for a very important exam at that.

I can't remember much of the questions now and I'm surprised I even got to answer them. But I was the second one to finish the exam! I'm just not sure if it's because the exam was easy or because I was just really eager to be done with it. I'm praying that I pass, though. Hopefully, Lady Luck was smiling down upon me and will let me pass just because it's my birthday. :)

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So those were the 2 crazy things I did on my special day. Just a little clarification, though. The things I have been doing and writing about here are not necessarily on my Bucket List (who, in their right mind, hopes to take an exam while drunk, before dying?). I'd like to think that I have more meaningful and less selfish aspirations than these. :P

All I'm doing is trying out new things I've never done before. It makes life more interesting, don't you think? So go out there and do things you've never done before. It doesn't have to be big or bold, just as long as it's something new.
As Charles Muntz of the movie Up says, "Adventure is out there!"

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Musings of a 30-year old child

I intended to publish this post on my birthday, but I wasn't able to. Life got in the way, I guess. Better late than never, right?

I don't know why my birthday always makes me melancholic. Maybe it's because that day forces me to take a step back and reflect on how my past year went. It's hard to be confronted with ghosts of the past who, more often than not, turn out to be unwelcome guests. It's kind of a downer when you find yourself faced with past actions that you're not proud of, or worse, be riddled with thoughts of "shoulda, woulda, coulda's".

So you can just imagine how my 30th is an especially dreaded event. As a kid, I have already thought of the things I will do and have when I'm older. In my mind, by age 30 I would be a successful career woman (my career varied depending on my mood- I'd be a theater actress, an Oscar-winning director, a lawyer, an architect, or a diplomat), I'd have my own house and own car, I'd be rich, have travelled the world, and I'd have someone special by my side. Well, if my 10-year old self saw me now, she'd be sorely disappointed (think Bruce Willis' The Kid).

However, I thought, why should I waste my time being depressed when I could choose to embrace life and celebrate it? As the song Point of View goes, "Can't you see, life's easy? If you consider things in another point of view". Life could be good or bad, depending on how you look at it.

That's why instead of moping around and griping about old age and things I haven't got and done, I've decided to list down things I'm grateful for. Things that have made my 30 years emotion-filled, colorful and wonderful ones. My life may not have turned out the way I imagined and wanted it to be, but I can say that I am very much ok with it. I have been very blessed.

So please indulge me with a little mushiness here. You know I'm not typically sentimental and all gooey inside, so I'm pleading temporary insanity and I'm blaming this on alcohol and old age! :)

Here goes. I'm thankful/grateful for:

1. My parents. Well, aside from the most obvious reason that I wouldn't be here without them, I'm thankful that they are who they are. You gotta be made of tough stuff to raise a child like me, given that I have always been outspoken, strong-willed and independent. So for them to put up with my craziness for 30 years, they deserve to be considered for sainthood at the very least. They've showered us with love, given me and my siblings a comfortable life, often making sacrifices to shield us from pain and hardships. And for that I will forever be grateful.

2. My siblings. Growing up with 3 younger siblings has been a fun ride. It was always nice to have someone to bully. Haha! Just kidding. Seriously, I couldn't imagine growing up without my brothers and sister. They have been unwilling witnesses to my infamous mood swings, and a loyal audience to my jokes and funny antics. We've survived several adventures and misadventures, often with scraped knees and bruised arms. We have had our differences and gone through rough patches in the past, but what brother or sister has not experienced that? At the end of the day, we're still bound by love and blood, and nothing can change that. I love you guys dearly and will fight for you to the death. I am and will always be your Ate.

3. Friends. How lonely would life be, if one doesn't have friends! Best friends, good friends, work friends, college friends, high school friends, old friends and new friends: I thank all of you for being there with me in my life's highs and lows. In some way or another, you have shaped me into who I am now. Life's a party with all of you around. :)

4. Health. I'm far from being fit or in shape, but I'm just thankful that I don't have any illness or disease. I don't care if I don't have a Victoria's Secret model body, as long as I'm not sick I'm happy.

5. My job. It may not be my dream job and I may gripe about it often, but I am still very thankful that I have it. In this current economic environment, I am very lucky to be employed as I'm sure there are millions out there who'd die to trade places with me. If not for my job, I won't have money (obviously), I'd never have been able to travel, and I'd never have met some of the most wonderful people I now call friends. So, thank you, job! :)

6. Books. Growing up without books would have been a nightmare! They have been my constant companions (together with TV) all throughout my childhood. They have opened up the world to me and have showed me some of the best adventures of my life. I wouldn't have known Harry, Mr. Darcy and the Corleones or have gone to Mordor, Neverland, and Tara without them. I'd say me and books, have the greatest love affair.

7. Being Filipino. The Philippines may be far from perfect-- what with poverty, corruption, huge foreign debt, and all the other problems facing it-- but I'd never trade it for any other country. How can one not love the wonderful weather, magnificent natural resources, and amazing people? I guess that's why we're one of the happiest people in the world, because we always manage to see the brighter side in every bad situation. I love the Philippines, warts and all. I just hope all the other Filipinos see what I see in her.

8. Self-love. This one's 30 years in the making. It's more than being self-confident and believing in myself. I love myself enough to embrace my flaws and accept that they are part of who I am. I am more comfortable in my own skin now, and I couldn't care less what people think of how I look. I have my own opinions and am not afraid to share them (as long as I don't hurt anyone, of course). Love starts with one's self. If you don't love your own self, who else would?

9. Being a woman. I used to wish I had been a guy, because I thought I could do more- travel alone to different places, get ahead in the corporate ladder, et cetera. But I have slowly realized that I could do all those things and more. I have seen lots of women change the world, and they do it with much passion, strength, and grace. I've never been more proud of being a woman!

10. Being Alive. This I owe to God. He's the one who's given me life, and He could easily take it away. I guess the reason why I'm still here is that I have yet to serve my purpose on Earth. I'm not sure yet on what His plans for me are, but I know I'll be fine because He is with me.


The list is long, but since I'm not here to write a novel, the 10 will do for now. Suffice it to say that I have a million other things to be thankful for, and all of them will forever be treasured in my heart.

P.S. My 30th birthday celebration was a blast, thanks to a 3-day weekend partying. I had so much fun, too much booze, and too many things to do that I didn't have time to wallow in self-pity. Cheers to 30!

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Paramore

I have heard of Paramore's songs before-- That's What You Get and Ignorance -- but I have never really been a fan of theirs. Oddly, they remind me of Sixpence None the Richer, only more rock.

But when I heard the cover they did for Kings of Leon's Use Somebody, I thought they're pretty good. I even like their version more than the original.



I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see


But their best song yet, in my opinion, is The Only Exception. It may have weak vocals, especially in the chorus part (hmm, I sounded a bit like an American Idol judge there), but I really like the lyrics. Reminds me of someone? Eherm. Haha.



When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darlin'
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk

You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
Ooh Ooh...

You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Tsk, tsk...

I recently bought this Civil Service Examination reviewer (published by a review center that boasts of producing topnotchers), to prepare for an upcoming exam. While answering the English practice tests, I've already noticed grammatical errors here and there. I tried to ignore them, (Er, not really. I kept complaining to my brother that I wasted Php295 on this thing) but after 30 minutes of torture I finally decided to stop reading.

Here's one of the 'trick' questions. The instruction was to identify which one of the 4 sentences contains an error.

a. We have lived in Bukidnon since 1960.
b. I think we will be making it our home because father and mother think it is a good place to bring up children.
c. Before 1960, my parents live in Iloilo where they both taught at one of the schools there.
d. We find Malaybalay a peaceful place and a healthful one, free from the distractions of city life.
e. No mistakes.


Hmp. So now I've decided that I'll just depend on good 'ole stock knowledge.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

First Things First

Okay, I know I've been really really delinquent in working on my 30 First Things list. I've only managed to do 4 new things since the time I decided to come up with one (my previous entries only talked about 3 things, the 4th one shall remain nameless here :)). But I think I more than made up for it this week. I got to do 3 new things, namely:

First Thing #5 - Eat at Larsians.
Larsians is a famous 'kinowboy'-style barbecue place here in Cebu, so people here can't believe I haven't even been there. So last Tuesday, we brought a couple of Swedish friends to Larsians, to taste some authentic Cebu streetfood. The food was okay and the place reminded me of the chili crab place we went to in Singapore. I can't say though that it's for those with weak stomach. :P

First Thing #6 - Paintball!
I've always wanted to try this one, together with Airsoft, since combat-type of games really appeal to me. But I've always been scared of being hurt. I was really anxious while we were being suited up but the adrenaline kicked in when we were already playing. I wasn't as aggressive as the boys, but I managed to make a hit or two and I didn't even get shot. So overall, it was a good way to be roughened up :)



First Thing #7 - Go kart-racing.
This is another thing I've been dying to try out, so I'm really glad we did this right after we played paintball. I didn't go as fast as I intended because thanks to my really long legs, I couldn't quite reach the accelerator and the wheels keep turning right so they are a bit hard to steer. (*Ehem* Excuses, excuses) But I would definitely do this again to satisfy my need for speed!



Because of these, you might say I had a great week. But I really need to step up if I want to finish my list before the year ends. 23 to go!

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Being Jane

(I stumbled upon this article in today's paper. It struck a chord in me, as it somehow verbalized how I've been feeling lately. So now I'm sharing this to all my fellow Janes out there...)

Being Jane
- by Crisel Consunji for Youngblood

I went to this whole adventure trying to find my Tarzan. I ended up finding myself.

A few months before flying to Hong Kong to work, someone asked me, "What do you plan to do there?"

"Oh," I answered. "Perhaps I'll visit Disneyland and find my Tarzan."

My friend laughed off my silly reverie. "You're kidding, right?" he said.

"No," I said with the straightest face possible. "I'm sure he's out there somewhere. He has probably evolved out of his loincloth and is now looking for his Jane."

The joke was that perhaps I would finally meet my Tarzan, the hunk of a guy who would literally and figuratively sweep me off my feet. Maybe--just maybe--when environments change and new people are shuffled in front of your eyes, the man of your dreams sort of materializes before you.

So after I packed my bags and hopped on that plane, I looked into the first mirror I could find, and said to myself, "Crisel, you're going to find the love of your life." I was very sure I would find someone who would swing above the ravines of life with me.

That's where the joke ends, though not the humor.

One thing I realized during the last two years of being away from home is that whenever we go off searching for something, we never find what we started the search for. We find something better than we ever hoped.

Surprisingly, in spite of the fact that I was free to do whatever I wanted, had Lan Kwai Fong (Hong Kong's night-life district) a train ride away, and was surrounded by people so diverse that they would do the United Colors of Benetton campaign proud, I found that I preferred the peace and quiet of home to the late-night parties of the city.

And then it hit me: There is so much romance in being alone.

Have you ever tried going off to the bay and watching the sunset, without ever thinking that you need someone to share it with? Have you ever tried getting lost in a jungle of people, only to find that the noise outside does not drown the strong force of your silent thoughts? Have you ever tried to stop searching for love everywhere else, and begun to realize that you have all that you need with and around you?

In a weird and crazy way, I admit I have.

And in that time, I realized that there was still so much room to grow, a lot of experiences to learn from, and time to discover who I am, and who I would like to be. And that's the whole point: to love another person, you must know how to be one. And that only happens when you have had enough time to figure out your own life.

I am still in that process. And well, yes, once or twice I actually considered giving my heart away--and once or twice I may have shed tears of frustration. But at the end of the day, I realized that nothing and no one should come between me and my heart. We all choose to risk--and we all should. Because risk tests our courage, and pain strengthens our resiliency.

But at the end of the day, we all come to the discovery that our hearts are very precious. And at one point in time, we have to make it stop searching, hold it still and remember that love does not want to be found. It finds us.

And it will find you.

Don't be frustrated if no one seems to want the heart you are putting out there. Someone in the universe deserves it, and in the right time, he will be revealed to you.

Don't waste your time offering your heart to people who will not see it for what it's worth. Instead, hold it and nurture it. Nurture the love inside you, and save it for the person worth giving it to. And when that person comes, you will be so happy you gave it whole--without scratches--and lovingly nourished by all the patience you have spent on striving to be a better person. Let our prayers not be that we might find the right one soon, but rather that we might become the right person for that person destined to be with us for the rest of our lives.

Call me hopeless, but I believe it's true. You don't have to wait for Tarzan. After all, he might still be figuring out whether he wants to walk on two feet--or four limbs. (And what would you do while the monkey contemplates his life?) But as long as you find the Jane inside of you, you will never be afraid to swing through all this.

Jane, you're beautiful. And you're going to be just fine!

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Thinking Out Loud

Has anybody wondered why 'Love' is Pagmamahal or Mahal in Filipino, and has the same translation with 'Expensive'?

So if Love = Mahal and Expensive = Mahal; then does this mean Love is expensive? :P

Just thinking out loud.

What's a 'Hoe'?

Jeopardy is one of my most favorite TV shows of all time. I enjoy it because, aside from the occasional ego-boosters when I get the answers right, you can pick up a lot of new things, and at the same time get a few laughs from it. Here's one of those funny moments:





I actually answered the same thing, haha! :)

Sunday, December 27, 2009

3rd First Thing




First Thing #3 - Join a fun run.
If waking up at 4am is hard enough, try doing it for a 5k run. Now, I'm definitely not the athletic type so this challenge was something else. Although I had a hard time breathing most of the way, giving up was never an option. Finishing the race is such an achievement for me. I don't regret doing it, and I hope to do more of this in the future.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

30 First Things

In light of my upcoming 3rd decade, I decided to do 30 things I haven't done before as countdown to the big event. This would make the next 3 months interesting and make me look forward to that day, rather than dread it.

So far, I think I've done 2 first things in the past months.

First Thing #1 -
Wear contact lenses.
This really scared me, because the thought of poking my eyes really freaked me out. But then again, armed with the determination to try something new, I overcame my fear and finally did it. We only live once, so might as well live it with clearer vision, right?

First Thing #2 - Learn a new language by myself.
For the past couple of months, I've been learning German through an audiobook. People at work have been looking at me funny for muttering unintelligible words while listening to my iPod. Doesn't matter, this new skill will definitely help me in the future. Guten Tag, Deutscheland! :)

Well, that sums up my very very short list. I still have 28 to go. Any suggestions? I'll try to write about the next 28 things, and post pictures for each :)

Monday, February 02, 2009

2009 Chinese Horoscope

Zodiac's nature:
Lively, quick-witted, amusing, vain, resourceful, intelligent, sensible,unconventional, inventive, mischievous, innovative, independent, a fastlearner with good memory, good in social skills but can be selfish andegoistic. Good at problem solving, ambitious, but prone to laziness.

There are two luck stars shining bright upon the Monkeys; their luck is in the upswing. It is a good year for them to exhibit their leadership. Everything goes smoothly, and they can reach their goals without so many difficulties. A promotion at work is also possible this year. Money luck is quite good, so they should grab this opportunity to maybe start their own business. With their leadership and communication skills, they are able to succeed over the competition. However, they have to beware of the "Spending Star" which is under their sign that will cause them to lose or spend a lot of money. In love affairs, it is a romantic year for the Monkeys. Single Monkeys should travel, as they may meet their dream lover. It is a good year to get married for those who have been dating for a certain period of time. Married couples will enjoy happy events in the family cycle, but they have to keep away from temptation. Regarding health, they should avoid going home late in the evening and avoid going to funerals and wakes; otherwise they will easily absorb negative energy. Apart from this, they should pay attention to their personal safety, and to their diet and exercise routine.

Hmm, let's see if these things would all come true for me...

Saturday, January 17, 2009

My name is...

You entered: Daisy Mae Vargas
There are 14 letters in your name.Those 14 letters total to 55There are 6 vowels and 8 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:
Day's eye, from the old English. Also a flower name. Also a translation of the French Marguerite, and used as a pet form of Margaret.

Your number is: 1
The characteristics of #1 are: Initiating action, pioneering, leading, independent, attaining, individual.
The expression or destiny for #1:A number 1 Expression denotes the skilled executive with keen administrative capabilities. You must develop the capacity to be a fine leader, sales executive, or promoter. You have the tools to become an original person with a creative approach to problem solving, and a penchant for initiating action. Someone may have to follow behind you to handle the details, but you know how to get things going and make things happen. You have a good mind and the ability to use it for your advancement. Because of these factors, you have much potential for achievement and financial rewards. Frequently, this expression belongs to one running a business or striving to achieve a level of accomplishment on ones talents and efforts. You have little need for much supervision, preferring to act on your own with little restraint. You are both ambitious and determined. Self-confident and self-reliant must be yours, as you develop a strong unyielding will and the courage of your convictions.
Although you fear loneliness, you want to be left alone. You fear routine and being in a rut. You often jump the gun because you are afraid of being left behind.
The negative attributes of the 1 Expression are egotism and a self-centered approach to life. This is an aggressive number and if it is over-emphasized it is very hard to live with. You do not have to be overly aggressive to fulfill your destiny. The 1 has a natural instinct to dominate and to be the boss; adhering to the concept of being number One. Again, you do not have to dominate and destroy in order to lead and manage.

Your Soul Urge number is: 9
A Soul Urge number of 9 means: With a 9 Soul Urge, you want to give to others, usually in a humanitarian or philanthropic manner. You are highly motivated to give friendship, affection and love. And you are generous in giving of your knowledge and experience. You have very sharing urges, and you are likely to have a great deal to share. Your concern for others makes you a very sympathetic and generous person with a sensitive and compassionate nature.
You are able to view life in very broad and intuitive terms. You often express high ideals and an inspirational approach to life. If you are able to fully realize the potential of your motivation, you will be a very self-sacrificing person who is able to give freely without being concerned about any return or reward.
As with all human beings, you are prone to sometimes express the negative attitudes inherent to your Soul Urges. You may become too sensitive and tend to express emotions strongly at times. There can be significant conflict between higher aims and personal ambitions. You may resent the idea of giving all of the time and, in fact, if there is too much 9 energy in your nature you may reject the idea. You may often be disappointed in the lack of perfection in yourself and others.

Your Inner Dream number is: 1
An Inner Dream number of 1 means: You dream of being a leader and one who is in charge. You want to be known for your courage, daring, and original ideas. You seek unconquered heights. People may get a first impression that you are very aggressive and sure of yourself.

Friday, January 16, 2009

My Song for the Year

It's been a long, long time since I last heard this song. I feel like singing it again. :)

POINT OF VIEW by DB Boulevard

I don't have a cent
Will I pay my rent?
And even my car doesn't work.
Me and my man
He's the one to die for
We have split up

Can't you see
Life's easy
If you consider things
From another point of view
A ah ah ah ah ah
Oh oh yeah
In another way in another point of view
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeeah
Oh oh yeah

I see life and light
All the colours of the world
So beautiful
Won't you come with me
I see birds and trees
All the flowers of the world
So beautiful
Won't you come with me

Can't you see
Life's easy
If you consider things
In another point of view
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Oh oh yeah
In another way in another point of view

Sunday, August 17, 2008

"Perfume - The Story of A Murderer"

Though most people found it gross, weird, and ugly, I simply loved it.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Life - Dream = Job

Gotta start dreaming again, and finally start living.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

New Seven Deadly Sins

In Religion class, we were taught that there are 7 deadly sins - pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed, and sloth.

Now, Vatican suggests an updated list for the age of globalization. Pollution, genetic engineering, drug dealing, abortion, pedophilia, social injustice and extreme wealth are now listed as mortal sins.

I've heard of this a month ago, but I'm not sure if the topic has already been discussed by the Church here in the Philippines. I'm curious as to how they'll go about it.

http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/03/13/new.sins/index.html

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Commencement Speech of Ms. Cheche Lazaro

I heard this speech when I attended my brother's grad last month. I found it really apt, given my emotional state (careerwise) at that time. I was also able to read Randy Pausch's book, "The Last Lecture" recently and I got lots of inspiring insights from it as well.
Ateneo de Manila University Loyola Schools
Commencement Address
March 28, 2008
Ateneo High School Gym

By Cecilia L. Lazaro

Rev. Daniel Huang, Provincial Superior of the Society of Jesus, Mr. Manuel V. Pangilinan, Chairman of the Board of Trustees, Ateneo de Manila, Fr. Bienvenido Nebres University President, Dr. Maria Assunta Cuyegkeng, Vice-President Loyola Schools, Vice-Presidents, Deans, Administrators, members of the faculty, my dear graduating students, parents of our graduates who also today mark a milestone in their parenting career and deserve applause, friends.

A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to the Ateneo for a briefing regarding today’s commencement rites. As soon as I had passed by the guards at the gate, I kept asking myself—what in the world made me say yes to this generous invitation to come and speak to you today. While it is certainly an honor, and I thank you for it, it is also intimidating. So intimidating that, just the other day, my voice decided to show just how scared it was by not showing up in full force.

The invitation came at a time when I had been receiving many email messages about an internet video on Randy Pausch, a professor at Carnegie Mellon. The video is entitled “The Last Lecture.” It is not a lecture given by a retiring Professor who had served his term of 50 or more years but by a rather young one who at 47 is at the height of his academic career (as a tenured Academic and co-founder of the Entertainment Technology Center at Carnegie-Mellon.) The video was dubbed the last lecture because it was premised on the assumption that if you were going to die soon, what would you want to say?

Randy chose to talk about his childhood dreams – playing football in the NFL, becoming Captain Kirk, winning stuffed animals, flying in zero gravity, and becoming a Disney Imagineer. He said that while he had had many dreams, not all of them had come true. The lesson he learned was that if you don’t achieve your dreams, you can still achieve a lot by trying. We can’t control the cards we are dealt, but we can determine how we play the hand.

Life is not about achieving your dreams; it is about how you live your life. He spoke of a life of integrity, of telling the truth all the time even if others opt to take the short cut or shave the truth. Once you start doing that, rationalizing the truth becomes second-nature. But if you hold on to your integrity by telling the truth all the time, living your life the right way, there is a tangible pay-off in the end.

How many of our childhood dreams come true?

And what is so special about childhood dreams?

They are the purest and most honest of our ambitions. They are devoid of considerations like fame, money and power. They are driven by what we love best and enjoy the most.

If you want to achieve your childhood dreams, have good parents who are there to have fun with you. Why? Because it is parents who allow their children the freedom to have fun, to become what they dream, and help them make their dreams a reality. Fun is good. Never underestimate the importance of having fun because if you do something that you enjoy, you will never work a day in your life.

But not everything we encounter in life is fun.

In Randy’s quest to become a football player, he met a coach who drove him hard –much like teachers who make life difficult for you. He felt that critics and coaches who drove you hard or kept criticizing your mistakes did so because they cared. Once they stopped, it was because they no longer cared or had given up on you.

Rejection, like brick walls are there for a reason. Brick walls are there for you to prove how badly you want something. They are there for people who don’t want it that badly. My mother used to tell me all the time when I would cry my eyes out about being rejected that rejection is good. That it is a character-builder. I used to wonder why rejection could ever be good---but with time and experience, I have learned the wisdom of her words. I have learned to never give up because oftentimes the best gold is at the bottom of the pile.

I am not a stranger to rejection. My dream was to work in media and it took all of 15 years after graduation for me to get to the point where I could even begin. There was neither golden spoon nor silver platter. All there was were sheer dogged determination and a never-quit attitude. When we set up Probe Productions, our small media company, 20 years ago, I was told it would not succeed because nobody watched TV programs that talked about issues. We were also trying out an unknown format - the investigative newsmagazine. Then, after 17 years of hard work, we were kicked out and left in the cold. What we learned was dogged persistence and the words, “never say die…” a term we still use today when the going gets tough.

Experience is what you get when you don’t get what you want. Most of what we learn, we learn indirectly.

Like the young Professor, another young boy not far from here had a dream of his own. Let me share with you the story of Victor from whom I learned a lot about life.

Victor was a twelve-year-old boy whom we met some 20 years ago while doing a story on street children. He had run away from home and was living under the bridge at the Quezon City Circle Rotonda. He had an impish look and the happy smile of a child with a wide open future ahead of him. In my rather long interview with him, he answered every question effortlessly…until I asked him if he loved his mother.

After a long silence, he said yes. I asked him why he had run away from home. Silently, his lips began to curl downwards as big tears welled in his eyes. I asked him “kung mahal mo ang nanay mo, bakit ka naglayas?” Again, a long silence. “Kasi hindi nya ako mahal.” “Bakit,” I asked, “Kasi po puta ‘sya.” His answers jarred me, but they were very real in the heart of this 12-year-old boy.

Although Victor was just one of many street children roaming the city, tapping windows of passing cars, he left a deep mark on all of us. Sadly, our eyes had seen what seemed to be the poster child of all young street children, who have been robbed of a future that is rightfully theirs.

Just a few months ago, we returned to Laguna where we had last seen Victor. We found him working, making hollow blocks, never having gone to school, dismissed by his mother as dead. Victor is now 32, has three children but no permanent address or income. He has aged but still has the same smile that we saw 20 years ago. But the glint in his eye was gone, replaced by the bitterness of lost opportunities.

Life had dealt him difficult cards. Like you and me, Victor too had a childhood dream—to become a policeman. But unlike you and me, he did not have a family to support him or allow him to have fun pursuing his dreams, much less send him to school. He wandered the streets at an early age, sniffing rugby to stave off the hunger pangs whenever there was no food to scavenge.

I was one of those in cars who would be irritated at the children who would tap at your car window. But after meeting Victor, I began to ask myself if I might share some blame in putting Victor on the streets by my indifference, by my being too comfortable in life.

I wonder now about his children and ask myself if Victor’s life might be repeated in the lives of his three little ones.

When we are young, we spend time thinking of how we can achieve our dreams. As we grow older, we turn our focus on how we can enable the dreams of others … much like what this great university teaches, to be a “man for others.”

After we recently aired our story, we received many calls offering to help Victor. Many of the viewers remembered him from the first time they saw him on TV. Today, Victor has a job as a utilityman for the MMDA and a little capital for a sari-sari store in the slum area where he lives. Ordinary citizens, viewers who were touched by his story, came forward to help.

Victor took up the challenge, worked and religiously paid the loan every week – 40 or 50 pesos, whatever amount he could set aside which symbolized other people’s trust and faith in him that he wanted to keep.All of us, including Victor, have a light shining within us. This is the idealism that burns brightly in our youth. There is a well-spring of goodness in every person that can be tapped. But that light is fragile, easily snuffed out if we forget to keep feeding the pilot light with passion and commitment. Make sure—like we do in an airplane, to first secure our oxygen masks of idealism before helping others don theirs.

We come from different backgrounds, and our lives move in different directions. We have different family names, but we share a common name. That name is Filipino.

I have great faith in the Filipino. In my media career spanning two decades, I have seen a variety of depressing and uplifting stories. But what stand tall in the clear light of day are the countless encouraging stories of human triumph and greatness of spirit.

As we gather here today, I know there are many who are thinking about what we can do for this country that we love. Like all responsible family members, we want to protect and make good on our common name.

If your dream is to make the Philippines a country we can all truly be proud of, then follow that dream for only you can make your dream a reality.

I end with a quotation from Robert F. Kennedy, and a challenge for you to do your share, no matter how small, to make change for good a dream fulfilled.

“Each time a man stands up for an ideal or acts to improve the life of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends a tiny ripple of hope, and those ripples, crossing each other from a million different centers of energy, build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”

Monday, February 18, 2008

What Do You Remember Most About Me?

If you read this journal, even if I don't speak to you often, please post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want. It can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this on your journal too!
(Be surprised (or not) about what people remember about you.)

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Happy 2008!

I don't do New Year's resolutions, but instead, I write down my goals for the year. It could be from owning a gadget, to losing something-something pounds, to taking a trip to some other country. I write these down on the last page of my planner (usually from Starbucks, hehe), so I can check by the end of the year if I've successfully accomplished all of them. Well, I'm somewhat happy to know that I've met 3.5 out of my 5 3007 goals. I'll try to do better this year.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Homecoming


Went to the Church of Gesu in AdMU last Saturday night to attend the 1st Simbang Gabi mass.

Feels good to be home even for just a few hours.


Sunday, October 14, 2007

What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?

Your Birthdate: March 28

You don't just believe in love at first site - you've experienced it.
You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!
You are very prone to love - hate relationships.

Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1

Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 6

You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Hola!

I am soooo totally hooked on Ugly Betty! Although initially I almost didn’t want to watch this adorable series, as I thought it might just be an American version of the original Betty La Fea (which, I used to regularly watch, haha!). But, boy was I glad to be wrong!

Betty Suarez is a 22-year old Latina from Queens, who gets to work as an assistant to the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine in New York City. From the moment she came in to the office wearing glasses and braces, and dressed in a big red poncho with “Guadalajara” boldly written across the front, it’s expected that she won’t fit in with most of the people there. In a place where looks are everything, Betty had her share of humiliation and insults. But she somehow brings life to Mode, given her idealistic nature and willingness to believe in people’s innate goodness. It’s really no wonder why America Ferrera won as Best Actress, as she portrays Betty adorably well.

Betty may be the star of the show, but there are also other characters to watch out for. I totally love Amanda and Marc, a bitchy version of Will & Grace, who torment Betty endlessly. Amanda is the sexy receptionist whose first words to Betty are “Are you the before?”, and who pigs out every time she’s stressed out. Marc is Wilhelmina’s gay assistant who is quick to capture embarrassing pictures of Betty, and create his own “Betty’s Wall of Shame”. Although they give Betty a hard time, there have been instances where they’re all forced to stick together and sometimes even share a few heart-warming moments. This doesn’t mean that they like her, though.

Vanessa Williams is also great as the scheming villainess Wilhelmina Slater, the Creative Director who is always out to get the editor-in-chief post. And may I say she looks good doing her evil deeds? Gosh, her outfits are deliciously fabulous and just to die for! They got me salivating in every episode, he he he.

Unlike in the original telenovela, Betty does not fall in love with her womanizing boss. Instead, she slowly becomes Daniel’s confidante and friend, who always end up bailing him (and even his family) out of trouble. She always looks out for him and never hesitates to give him a piece of her mind every time he screws up, and Daniel somehow hates it when she’s disappointed in him.

If she doesn’t fall in love with her boss, then who is Betty’s love interest? Her knight in shining armour is in the person of the cute and nerdy accountant, Henry, who knows that pink river daisies are Betty’s favourite flowers, that she likes the band Wicked, and that she likes that extra mustard on her sandwich. They like and laugh at the same things, and even finish each other’s sentences. They’re totally perfect for each other—if only he didn’t have an ex-girlfriend, who’s carrying his baby (or maybe not). Nerd love has never been this romantic and complicated!

So in all, I think Ugly Betty has everything you’d want in a show—comedy, drama, mystery and romance. After seeing it, you definitely won’t judge a book by its cover (or a show by its protagonist) again.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

What If Harry Potter Went to the Ateneo?

Here's a link to a funny blog entry featuring a parody of Ateneo life and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Thanks for sharing, Ailee!

http://smartaleck30.multiply.com/journal/item/44/Harry_Potter_and_the_Ateneo_de_Manila_University

Thursday, September 13, 2007

My Song (of the Moment)

Unwritten
by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions

"Partners and Marriage"

(Just a re-post of a forwarded email. Long read, but really worth it.)

FOREWORD:
Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo Manila University, Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, meanwhile at that time, was the Philosophy department head. Currently he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but was also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades...) Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr. Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn't teach at all... Calasanz got his A+. Read the paper below to find out why....

PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz

I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.

When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering days and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.

And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the others habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?

The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages. Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail.

You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.

The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept up into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality. This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility.

One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each others company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new.

Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.

After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again.

If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way he/she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love him/her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.

Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance does not become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood. There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in him/her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams.

From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates. So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts.

I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.

Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come.

If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness.

Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.

But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousness come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one.

There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers.

Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow mor e fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains. But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.

So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait.

The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom...endlessly.

Monday, September 10, 2007

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Most people may not know this about me, but I've kept all the letters, notes, and cards I've received since I was in grade school. Even those written on scratch paper, post-its, and tissue paper. I love writing notes/letters because I think they're more personal and more meaningful.

And so, last Friday night, feeling a little bit nostalgic, I whipped out the box containing those I got in college. I had to laugh at the stuff we talked about then-- boys, stinky teachers, failing grades in Math, boys, short-term goals like having boyfriends, weird classmates, and more boys! Things were definitely a bit less complicated, albeit more dramatic, then.

I thought about the faces behind those letters, and remembered all the things we've been through. And then I came across a note, with handwriting I didn't recognize. This poem was written on a torn 1/2 piece of notebook paper:

PERFECT WOMAN

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn,
A dancing shape, an image gay;
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her havehold motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance on which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, live, kisses, tears and smiles.

And now I see with eyes serene
The very pulse of the machine,
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

-William Wordsworth

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Hmmm...

People say: "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

I say: "Too much absence makes the heart wonder (or even wander.)"

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Me no millionaire

A colleague shared with us some interesting points she read in the book "The Millionaire Next Door". If I remember correctly, the book was based on interviews done by the authors (a couple of psychologists, I think) of several well-off people in States.

So what did they find out? A millionaire's profile is:
- 50 something male
- retired, self-employed (but not necessarily a businessman)
- married with 3 kids; spouse is usually a housewife or if working, a teacher
- has lived in their residence for 20 years; usually owns secondhand cars
- spends 10% of earnings (not so sure about the figure, basta super way below their means)
There's more, but I can't remember them now.

Anyway, a question discussed was, if you own a million pesos now, are you already considered a "millionaire"? Answer: not necessarily. The measure of wealth differs with age, like a 40-year old is expected to have more wealth that a 23-year old.

So, how do you know if you're wealthy at your age? They've come up with the following formula:
Net Worth = Age x Gross Annual Income
10
The figure you get should be what you have in your savings right now. Now, if you have less than this amount, join the club. If you have more, call me. =)