May you all eat too much and have glorious naps!

Taz’Dingo!

- Lash

You can just imagine how ecstatic I was when I suddenly remembered the Fairy Tale Theatre and found out there were videos uploaded in YouTube.  I remember when I was younger and they showed the FTT on some lesser-known channel (I think that was ABC5 because this channel didn’t have a good reception on our Japanese TV unit — which also cannot get a signal from Channel 2 — and I recall being perpetually pissed at the thought that everything was blurry).  I also remember how I sulked when Papa watched basketball and I’d miss a single episode or a single tale.

The FTT was hosted and produced by Shelley Duvall, and sometimes, she’d star in some stories, too.  I love the fact that every fairytale was depicted as realistically as possible and our favorite characters were played by real people, not the usual animated ones.  They had grand and elaborate costumes too!  And it was only after I did some research that I learned some of the episodes were directed by noted directors like Francis Ford Coppola and Tim Burton.  Duvall also had some big stars play roles in certain fairy tales — like Robin Williams (who played the Frog Prince), Susan Sarandon (who starred in Beauty and The Beast), Jeff Bridges (who played the prince in Rapunzel), Christopher Reeve (the prince in Sleeping Beauty), Liza Minnelli (who starred in The Princess and the Pea), Matthew Broderick (who starred in Cinderella), and Billy Crystal (who starred in The Three Little Pigs).  Of course, when I was younger, I never cared for these actors, although I remember commenting that the Frog Prince wasn’t as handsome as he should be, hehehe (because I always thought prince and princesses in fairytales ought to be dashing debonairs and outrageously gorgeous).

I am so excited to watch these classic tales again, especially now that I know the actors I need to watch out for! I cannot imagine what I would do if I ever see the FTT series on the pirated DVD stands (because I remember jumping up and down when I found Ranma 1/2 a couple of years ago!).  The complete FTT series are actually sold in Amazon, but I don’t think I can afford.

Now, here’s a trailer video of the FTT.

I had an account on this site that you can practically make a list about everything. If you’re running out of thoughts, there’s a generator so you can just write about anything you wish to be listed. I made mine this morning (just because I got bored again at home.) I personally think that this is a great idea so you can have goals in life. And I might get addicted to it again.

My Listography

I’m listed on standby for the last three days now. Tomorrow it’s my day off so I’ll be hitting the mall with some friends to finally unwind and get some retail theraphy. I also need a haircut since the ends are getting dry. Anyway, I stumbled upon a random blog while blogsurfing this afternoon. I haven’t tried to join these kinds of online contests so here it goes:

3 Rules of the giveaway:
1. You must be a follower of http://Princesa-Livia.blogspot.com
2. Comment on THIS post saying ‘I want in!’ with your e-mail address (where I can contact you in-case you win). Only 1 comment per person, otherwise your entry will be disqualified.
3. Blog about this giveaway and link me back your post on the comment from #2!

That’s all! Easy, right? xx

This giveaway ends on December 7, 2009 at 11:59PM GMT and is open internationally. Two (2) lucky winners will be chosen at random via random.org. If you win, I will send you an e-mail, and you must reply within 48 hours of receiving it otherwise your entry will be disqualified and another entry will be chosen.

Two (2) winners will receive one (1) Sleek eyeshadow palette each:

The first entry picked will win the Sleek Sunset eyeshadow palette – 12 eyeshadows of warm smokey tones.

The second entry picked will win the Sleek Graphite eyeshadow palette – 12 eyeshadows of monochrome & jewel tones.

Mga bagay na kailangan kong gawin

-Ifollow up ang aking nurse-volunteer application sa isang pampublikong hospital – para magkaroon ng sinasabi nilang “experience”.

-Kunin ang aking IVT ID– nagtext ang kaibigan ko at sabi nya pwede na daw kuhain ang IVT card naming, whew, after 48 years naprocess din!

-Ayusin ang visa application for Canada – baka sakali daw swertihin ako, pucha, bakit ba kasi kailangang mangibangbansa pa ang isang RN na gaya ko para lang kumita ng pera na makakabuhay ng pamilya. Kapag dito kasi, hay, barya lang ang kikitain ko, kumusta naman.

-Look for nursing job abroad to earn more money to help my family – pera pera kasi ang labanan, kaso prerequisite ang lecheng experience na yan, 4 years of studying nursing and still, it wasn’t enough.

-Clear up my mind of negative thoughts – isa akong buhay na negative chakra, pang-asar mang aminin pero sa loob ng katawan ko parang puro Yin ung laman. I find it miraculously that I can function normally in our society at all.

-Change into a better me or into another person (parang pwede eh noh) – every year na pangarap pero parang walang nangyayari, same old brand new me, hahay, buhay,

Mga bagay na gusto kong gawin

-Drink until I got a permanent amnesia to forget all the things that hurt – magbigay nga kayo ng alak na pwedeng laklakin na nagcacause ng permanenteng pagkalimot, baka naman may alam kayo, share nyo naman, I need it very badly, umaatake na naman ang sakit ko, I need to cry my heart out, Nafrufrustrate na ako sa sarili ko at sa buhay ko. hehe

-Be selfish (at times) – unbelievably, I find it hard to say no when someone important to me ask me a favor (money etc), kahit minsan napapagod na ako, ginagawa ko pa din, tapos minsan pag tnatry ko magsay No sa mga favor nila, naguguilty lang ako and it makes me feel bad about myself. Takot akong makasakit ng ibang tao but in the end ako ung nasasaktan at nahihirapan. Saintly? Of course not, I curse, not them but my self, adik talaga ako

-Procrastinate and relax -bohemian style na buhay, isang malaking pangarap, magliw-aliw ng bonggang bongga, haha

-Sleep until I get tired of doing so – isa pang gustong-gusto kong gawin pero hindi ko magawa, gusto kong matulog hanggang sa hindi na ako bumangon..

-Travel (here and abroad) – I want to explore!

-Study arts and fashion/interior designing -gusto kong malinang, este mahasa ang aking creative side, (naks) hahaha

-Enroll in a personality development class – pwede pa ba? May alam ba kayo? Magkano?

-Be able to make a difference and be completely happy – my ultimate dream na parang napakaimposible sa kasalukuyan, (drama mode?hehe)

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Last night I had a good sleep it’s not a dreamless one like I always wanted but it was a good rest for me. It’s been a while since I had that, most of the time I wake up every hour for no reason at all but last night I was like in deep slumber, I feel great waking up this morning. Anyway, I had this weird dream (as always) but the difference is that I can somehow remember some details about it which I usually don’t when I woke up. In my dream last night I am a witch, Yup! you read it right a witch but a good witch and I am helping this detective guy (whose name I forgot lol) solved some of his unexplained cases. And there was this older guy who I call professor and he’s like my handler/superior I think, because he keep me in check to make sure I don’t used my power to hurt people.  Something of that sort I can’t clearly remember every single detail, all I can remember clearly is the part wherein I cast a charm on windows and door so that the enemy can’t pass through and I was so happy because it was the first time I manage to make my own charm spell (LMAO!) and that’s the part where my alarm went off (1 hr late, forgot to adjust it last night -_-) and I woke up. It was funny really I was still part smiling thinking about it while taking a bath to start my day. They say that dreams are the mirrors of what you truly desire in your heart then I thought  maybe they are partly right because deep down in me I always wanted to be someone special with powers…. be different (I know be careful with what I wish for!). But if it is true on what they say about dreams, wow I never knew I have so many desires since I rarely had a dreamless sleep.

Anyway, I notice everyone is in new moon fever right now. Almost everyone I know want to watch it (Even my dad!). I’m a movie lover myself so I might go and check it out sometimes next week. I do hope it meets my expectation with all the buzz that’s been going around x]

I’m feeling down today.

Although feeling down isn’t something new to me, I am sad because I am feeling down right now.  You see, it had been a while since I last got negatively emotional.  Although I could neither say I was frantically blissful, my life was quite satisfactory the past months.  I battled loneliness and managed to put aside concerns  that made me sad (like the serious fungal infection I had and it triggering a chronic skin disorder called psoriasis).  It was quite difficult.  I don’t even want to remember it.  I was just too glad to see things from a different perspective and be grateful for what I had… until now.

Well, on the lighter side though, at least things aren’t so bad these days.  I’m practically down for two or three reasons.  One is I don’t look as good as I could.  Second is both my daughter and I have some mysterious tiny blisters on the toes (ok, I haven’t googled it yet).

The second one, although it involves my toddler, isn’t as bad as the first.  I know a competent dermatologist in case things get worse and I’m sure she would be glad to entertain us even just for the double professional fee she could earn.  Seeing her makes me wish there were more doctors that genuinely care.  Anyhow, there’s nothing I can do about it.  I guess if treating patients is what you do every day, it could get quite a bit drab too, like any kind of job.

The first one  ( my not looking  good as I could ) seems trivial, but it actually makes me even more down.  Why is this so?  Well, I guess for one, it leads to many more issues.  Although they are not bad, they certainly got me into a huge whirl.

I can’t look as good as I could because:

• I’m already a wife and a mom. Actually, being a wife just requires an ounce more of hardwork than being single.  If you were married to a   husband as cool as mine, it would even be less than an ounce.  The thing that really changed my life was when I became a mother.  When my baby was still in the womb, I only had to deal with shunning away foods and cravings that were not helpful for her development.  Although it wasn’t always an easy ordeal, I managed to do very well.  Many people agreed that I was one of the best looking pregnant women they had ever seen.   Pregnancy, although wasn’t definitely a walk in the park, didn’t manage to bring me down.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            When my baby came out, I had to work a thousand times harder than just keeping a diet plan.  This is especially so because I am a full-time mom.  Although a nanny is around to give me a hand, it’s different when you are with your child 24/7.  When she decides not to like going with her other caregiver anymore, I’d have to take her whether I can or I can’t.  No matter how busy I am or no matter how much soap I still got on my body in the shower.  It may be easy to just let her shriek a bit and let her show how bad she feels.  Kids easily forget anyway.  But if you were a mom, that shriek of discontentment could really get on your nerves and you would just cradle her however your mind tells you she’s such an intruder.                                                                                                            This is why however you would like to work on losing some post-partum pounds, you just don’t have the luxury of time to do so.  And even if you did, there were just more “fruitful” things you can do, like clean the house, make money, or attend to all sorts of family stuffs. ( Who said being a full-time mom was easier than working in the office?)  Although I haven’t gained more than five pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight, my figure has become quite…rounder?  Getting back in shape is going to take a lot of hard work especially when the only time you can realx is when you are eating– and it doesn’t even turn that way quite often.  (Imagine a little creature under the table).

• I have more important things to spend money on. Although we live in the country, the cost of living isn’t really substantially lower than what I had had in the city.  The only advantage is we don’t have as many commercial places we could be tempted to spend money on.  But even if there were, there is practically no money to burn.  Technically, we are a single-income family.  It is very challenging to make ends meet and to tell you quite frankly, it is very close to impossible.  Many times I think we are only living comfortably by sheer God’s grace.  In reality,  if we really want to make sure that the only in-come suffices, we would be forced to live much more frugally– like give up the airconditioning and cut down on foods.  (What can I do?  We love food!)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    When I was still single, I treated myself with some pampering in the salon at least once a month.  Even if there was nothing to be done, I had to find one, like have my toenails cleaned again or get another foot spa.  It was more like therapy.  These days though, I won’t even give my toenails enough attention until they start to feel uncomfortable.  And I have to remedy the discomfort on my own.  How could I have a pedicure when I have diapers to buy?  Although my husband never asked me where the money went, there is no way I’d feel ok spending for my selfish satisfaction.   Besides, I was never really comfortable spending someone else’s money (including my parents’) unless it was necessary.  The point is, before I pay for something that will “beautify” me, I have to make sure that all else in the home are covered.  Which, by doing so, means there’s nothing really left to afford that.

• I don’t have a job.  As you know, I have only started working from home.  Besides that, it’s not really something you could call “earning a living”.  Well, not yet.  The thing about not going to a brick-and-mortar workplace is you don’t exert any effort to make yourself corporately presentable.  You don’t need to dress up, no need for make up, no need to check yourself in the mirror and make sure you look the best you can.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              When I was still working, I had fun preparing myself for work.  I was excited choosing my clothes and accessories to match them.  Now that I only stay home, I barely even look in the mirror.  As long as I bathe and brush my teeth, I’m already happy.  But this is not the case to be.  This is basically the reason why they say that when a woman isn’t dressed well, she is “mukhang nanay” (looks like a mom).  Come to think of it, there’s NOTHING bad at all in looking like a mom.  The thing is, looking “like a mom” in our society is the same as being homely — Ugly to a certain extent.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Let me dig into this deeper though.  Since I’m already at that side of the fence, there’s a logical explanation to that.  Once you become a mom (and by this I mean, a real caring, hands-on mom), you don’t really have time for yourself.  All you think about and watch after is your baby.  Babies are very dependent.  They literally can not do anything without your help.  Even when they already start walking, they still depend a lot on you.  You still change their diapers, you still wash them up, you still feed them, you still open boxes, plastics, paper bags for them, you still catch them when they come running to the edge of the bed, you still lull them to sleep, you still pacify them when they cry, you still kill mosquitoes for them .  These sound simple, but try doing them all and many more every day.  You would certainly not have time to check whether your brows have grown bushy again.  And when you find out that they did, all you can do is shake your head.  Whose fault is it anyway?  You surely would rather catch some sleep than pluck hairs, especially if there’s nowhere to go neither anyone else to see.

Anyway, I’m not feeling down because I hate being a wife and a mom here in the country which is a totally strange place to me.  I think the main reason why I’m like this is simply because I need some time off and a good conversation.  Although my husband (and his relatives whom I get to be with occassionally ) are very sensible people, it’s different when you are sharing thoughts with a long-time friend.  Everyone needs a dose of caffeine and hearty talk once in a while anyway, and I think this time is just it for me.

I am not hopeless.  I believe that I would be able to get better and do things better in the future.  There’s probably going to be a time to look in the mirror again just like what a normal woman does.

BROADWAY BABIES: After they co-starred in Evita, she went on to recreate stellar stage roles at home and abroad in Sunset Boulevard, Anything Goes,

MANDY & PATTI: together in T.O.

Sweeney Todd and Gypsy and on screen in the hit TV series Life Goes On. He graduated to Sunday In The Park With George, made his mark on the big screen in The Princess Bride and Yentl, then scored a hit in three top-notch TV series, Chicago Hope, Dead Like Me, and Criminal Minds. But they always were, and still are, traffic-stopping singers who remain dream-come-true interpreters of Broadway’s greatest composers. The good news is, they’re together again at last, on a rare reunion concert tour. The better news is, they’re coming to Toronto. An Evening With Patti Lupone & Mandy Patinkin will rule the Royal Alex for one short week only, Feb. 9-14, and tickets are already on sale. So don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Because this will truly be a night to remember.

NO, NOT THAT MADONNA: After kicking off its 40th (!!!) anniversary season with Brad Fraser’s high-octane crowd-pleaser True Love Lies, Factory Theatre reportedly has another big winner in The Madonna Painter. After a

HUDSON: that's Mrs. Mandela to you

week of buzz-provoklng previews the world premiere of Michel Marc Bouchard’s theatrical parable, directed by Eda Holmes, opens tonight with a stellar cast including Bartholemew Fair scene-stealer Juan Chioran, who’s already set to headline the Stratford revivals of Kiss Me Kate and Evita next season. In Bouchard’s play, set in rural Quebec at the end of World War I, a village priest commissions a fresco dedicated to the Virgin Mary to protect his parishioners from a flu epidemic, and assistant director Cory O’Brien hints that the synergy between the premise of the play and our current H1N1 headlines was downright eerie. “Coughing rattles throughout the rehearsal hall,” he blogged two weeks ago. “Either our actors are overly ‘method’ or we’ve encountered a very strange coincidence. In a play filled with the ominous threat of the Spanish flu our cast has fallen sick. Stay home? Or come to rehearsal? Ginseng. Hand sanitizer. Cold formula tea. To get the flu shot or not to get the flu shot. That is the question.”

Should be fascinating to see who makes it to the stage tonight.

NO PEOPLE LIKE SHOW PEOPLE: Glee club guru Will Schuester (aka Matthew Morrison) and rabid cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester (aka Jane

MORRISON & LYNCH: Glee-full

Lynch) got together last week when Morrison stopped by the off-Broadway’s theatre to catch Lynch and Tyne Daly in the current Nora & Delia Ephron hit Love, Loss and What I Wore … Lisa Ray, currently being treated for multiple myeloma, is preparing for a stem cell transplant to treat her rare cancer. Next week the gorgeous star of Water and Bollywood/Hollywood starts a two-week procedure that involves releasing her own stem cells back into her blood to “reboot” her system before any further treatment … Jennifer Hudson will go to South Africa next spring to star in a screen biography of Winnie Mandela, the controversial ex-wife of Nelson … and L.A. audiences got an unexpected bonus last week when Dick Van Dyke joined the national touring cast of Mary Poppins for their curtain call at the Ahmanson Theatre.

TOMORROW:

Lily in Las Vegas

-/-

Somehow I think people still trust doctors despite the ones who peep at upskirts, have affairs with their patients or clinic assistants, peddle sleeping pills, fail to order lab tests, or amputate the wrong leg. But one lapse by not one but two pharmacists and you have a condemned profession. One couldn’t ask for a better example why pharmacists will always inhabit the lower rungs of the allied health service, or will always be treated with contempt or skepticism at the dispensary, and how ironic that the very echelon of the profession who hold themselves in such high esteem are the ones who are responsible for the KK-gate that is the downfall of us all. No doubt one can empathise with the culprits, but it was merely the convenient trigger for an inevitable pouncing upon by the naysayers who still love doctors no matter how many patients they maim, tablets of Dormicum they sell, or white panties they secretly film from a hidden camera stashed in their stethoscope bags.

Perhaps it’s because doctors have an unsurpassed track history of screwing up in the name of science and still earn respect not much because of individual merit, but because they’re doctors. No matter if there are scam doctors, witch doctors or crack doctors who count The Island of Dr Moreau as among their favourite
films of all time. No matter if evil doctors outnumber noble ones, or if a globesweeping epidemic killing millions was engineered by one, at the end of the day, every mother will still hope her son becomes one or her daughter marries one. Every swinging nymphomaniac will want to fuck one. Every girl will want to date one, even if the suitor makes the Green Goblin look like Alexander Skasgard. If pharmacy is the most maligned profession, medicine is the most fetted and, by far, the one to get into for the very fact that doctors, by the very nature of their work, by the very fact that we assume every decision they make is honed by years of toil and bloodsoaking, will always be treated with respect. Therein lies the difference between the two. One can tolerate many more bad apples in medicine but struggle to tolerate a few in pharmacy.

this 2010 elections…it will be my very first time to vote my bet as leaders in our mother land. Nowadays,some politicians have an ad and other activities that people might say that they might convincing the people to vote for them. and some personalities even in the showbiz people run for their desired position like edu manzano who run for vice president and manny pacquiao probably run for congressman. even our former president joseph estrada wants to run again even though he didn’t agree to the law of presidential pardon. in my part, im confused who will i choose because of some issues like corruption and poverty. the big question is how can a leader in our country serve a billion people i mean a big population to stop this situation. it is a very hard question right?

yesterday,i woke up early to attend a 6am mass at san roque in yati. i have oberved soo many people attend the mass unlike the other weeks. and so the homily was also a talk of the town…talking about manny pacquiao’s fight against miguel cotto. after the mass i slept again and woke up at 10am eat my breakfast. when i was babysitting my niece,i heard the sound of my neighbors screaming. my mother told me they are watching the pacquiao-cotto fight. when i tuned in the channel having the same info about the said fight it showed only the wildcard fight…huhuhu…how lucky my neighbors are they have a cable. i asked her who won the fight..it was again manny pacquiao won the title.i thought manny lose to cotto because cotto is strong and have more strategies than manny..but manny proved that he is the pound for pound king

magulong utak.
yan ang utak na meron ako.

isa akong buhay na indecisiveness (tama ba?)
karaniwang matagal mag-isip at magdesisyon
sabi ng kuya james ko, kahit batang maliit kaya akong utuin
madali daw akong maimpluwensyahan ng kung sinu
buti na lang napasama ako sa mababait na tao
kung hindi, naku,
siguro asa kangkungan na ako ngayon,

tamad ako mag-isip
pero karaniwan akong pala-isip
ironic, huh?

andami kong iniisip nitong mga nakaraang araw
magbabagong-taon na naman kasi.
andami ko pang kailangang gawin pero petiks pa din.
andaming distractions at andaming problema.
nakakapagod at nakakatamad.

iniisip ko ang aking future
adik lang,
may mararating kaya ako?
san kaya ako pupulutin?
anak ng pating,
eto ang epekto ng pagiging bampira
T_T

An old friend asked me whether I regret marrying young (and by young I know he didn’t mean the fact that I married at 24 years old, but the fact that I submitted myself to domestic life while all the rest my age were packing their backpacks and hopping from one island to the next).  I told him I had my fair share of spontaneous travels, all before they even started to take it seriously.  I have experienced getting on a bus bound for another island-province without my parents’ knowledge and without knowing if I will be sleeping on a bed that night. Besides, who says a woman with a husband and a kid cannot hop on planes and embark on an adventure together?

He then asked me what made me decide to marry Alvin, and how I knew he was the one.

I told him I can give him 3 reasons:

1. He is one of the smartest guys I know. I can never win an argument with him because I don’t know half the things that he knows. He challenges me intellectually, and because of that I know I never have to worry about mentally stimulating conversations when we’re old.  I know that idle times won’t be spent talking about just the latest movies, or the latest fashion, or about certain people we know.  And not only is he brilliant, he is hard-working and strives to excel in everything he does.  He doesn’t settle for mediocre, and with him I know I will always have somebody to pull my string when I’m being lazy and just contented to be middle-of-the-road.

2. He loves me.  He loves me enough to strive to be a better man.  I have seen him go from super-brat to not-so-brat (hehehe).  From a relentless bully to a guy who can control his anger, distaste, disgust, temper even way better than I could.  He had a privileged upbringing and was used to either getting what he wants or throwing tantrums til he gets it.  What he is right now is a person who knows how to set aside his heart’s own desires to give way to what his wife and daughter want.

3.  He is the one who taught me that love goes beyond boundaries.  He taught me that love can transcend my ideals and my own picture of how a perfect partner should be.  That it doesn’t have to be a knight in shining armour all the time.  That love cannot co-exist with stereotypes and biases, much more with any kind of discrimination. That it gives no significance to the opinion of those not involved.  That love is indeed powerful.

Anyway, happy 32nd Bunot! I love you.

Rob’s work had this V.I.P event where the council get together, & turn the Christmas tree lights on. I met Rob’s manager, even though Rob introduced her with the wrong name. The Mayor asked if I was on my lonesome, & I replied that I was just waiting for others to bring the drinks.

Brian Connoly came & said a few words. He then helped the Mayor turn the lights on. There was a band playing 2 songs & then we got a ton of fake snow thrown on us. We were supposed to be escorted to Debenhams to see the Fireworks but they got cancelled due to the weather being too harsh for the boat to be able to set the fireworks on the pier. So we went to Starbucks for a huge cuppa. It was nice because it sort of gave me a ‘normal’ time with Sue & Paul for a change.

Rob seemed quite distant today, but in Starbucks he gave me a ‘phaor’ look that made me smile & glad that I was with him.

EQ = EMOTIONAL QUOTIENT

Minsan sa buhay ko, may professor na nagsabi sa akin na mababa daw ang EQ ko.

Gusto nyong malaman kung bakit?

Ito ay dahil sa isang Panda black pen. Oo. Pen.

Galit na galit siya sa klase namin nun. Ito ata ung time na kumalat ang tsismis na sa isang major exam, pinayagan kami ng isang Exam Proctor na magkopyahan (in closed doors kuno kaya hindi ko maintindihan kung paanung kumalat un). Normal lang naman ang mga kopyahan sa high school pero dahil Upper Hethero, big deal. Nakarating sa adviser namin pati na din sa iba pang teachers at ayun, naghalo ang balat sa tinalupan.

Natatandaan kong bungad ni Sir K sa klase namin: I just can’t understand you guys. I’m very disappointed. Naturingan pa naman kayong Upper hethero, tapos ganyan kayo. Act like your age. Cheating on a major exam? For God’s sake, hindi na kayo mga elementary students! (umuusok ang bumbunan pati ilong) blah, blah, blah, (sa sobrang haba ng sinabi niya, hindi ko na matandaan ung iba at ung iba kinalimutan ko na, mejo masakit sa puso at nakakapanting ng tenga)

Sa kamalas-malasang pagkakataon, asa front row ako nun, lahat ng laway ni Sir sinalo namin ng mga katabi ko. Kabado pa kami at baka may madampot si Sir na kung anu at ibato samin. Ang masama nyan, bigla siyang mag-incredible hulk at mabuhat nya ang teacher’s table tapos ibato sami, kami ang unang casualty pag nagkataon.

Bago pumasok sa room namin at nagsimula ang kanyang sermon, may kaklase akong nanghiram sakin ng Panda black pen, at hindi ko maubos maisip na kung kelan mainit ang ulo samin ni Sir at umaatikabong sermon ang inaabot namin, dun nya naisip isoli ang ballpen ko. Dun siya nakaupo sa silya sa likuran ko.

**Eksena**
Kaklase ko: pabulong: Aubrey. Aubrey, ballpen mo.
Ako: (dedma habang tinatawag na lahat ng santo, as if kabisado, para lang tigilan ako ng kaklase ko, para maisip niyang wrong timing siya)
Kaklase ko: Aubrey. Aubrey, ballpen mo.
Ako: (dedma pa din, in full concentration, baka sakaling tigilan niya ako)
Kaklase ko: (sinusundot na ung likod ko ng sarili kong ballpen para lang kuhain ko un)
Ako: (lumingon na sa wakas at madaliang kinuha ang pen sa pag-aakalang hindi mapapansin.)
Sir K: Ms. Buenaventura, anu yan? (napansin pala niya)
Ako: Ballpen po.
Sir K: Alam mo, ang baba ng EQ mo! (nang-gagalaliti sa galit)
Ako:( tulala, hindi maisip kung anung kuneksyon ng ballpen sa kabababaan ng EQ)
Sir K: I’m out of here. You should think about your mistake guys. You messed up big time. (sabay walkout)
Ako: (medyo nahimasmasan, gustong gusto ko tumayo dun at habulin si Sir para itanong kung anung kuneksyon ng ballpen sa mababang EQ, kaso dahil galit siya hindi ko na itinuloy kasi baka kung san pa mapunta ang usapan, mahirap na, mamaya makick out ako ng wala sa panahon, yari ako kay hitler)

Pagka-alis ni Sir K, medyo lulugo-lugo ako. Ang masigawan sa harap ng madlang-klase ang pinakaayaw kong eksena sa buhay. Feeling ko api ako at wala akong kakampi. Ang ikinasama pa ng loob ko nun, ako lang ung sinabihan ni Sir na mababa ang EQ. Ba’t hindi kasama ung isa kong kaklaseng nangulit sakin? Unfair. Isa pang pang-asar, buong 3rd grading to 4th grading period ata ng 3rd year high school life ko, naging expression sa klase namin ang “Alam mo ikaw, ang baba ng EQ mo!”. Naastigan nga ako sa sarili ko at hindi ko naisip lumipat ng iskul. Siguro kung iba-iba un, lumipat na. Pero naisip ko nung time na un, bakit ba, kung mababa ang EQ, so what, keber, suntukan na lang. (hehe)

Nung time na un, naobsessed ako sa mga IQ and EQ test online. Lumalabas sa mga results (kung totoo man ung mga yun), na may slight above average akong IQ at average na EQ. Pilit kong kinukumbinsi ang sarili na hindi naman siguro mababa ang EQ ko. Sinabi ko un sa tita ko, sabi niya, hindi naman daw mababa ang EQ ko. My personality is the result of my stressful childhood. Buti na lng kinausap ko siya. Of all people, she should know. Guidance Counselor siya ng isang prominenteng iskul nun sa probinsya namin.

Teka, ano ang nga ba ang ibig sabihin ng EQ?

Emotional Quotient is a self-perceived ability, to identify, assess, and manage the emotions of one’s self, of others, and of groups.

EQ, sinusukat, malaki daw ang ginagampanang papel kung paano makitungo ang isang tao sa kapwa niya tao.

EQ, nung panahong yun, hindi ko alam kung paano ito sinusukat. At hanggang ngayun, malabo pa din sakin kung paano.

EQ, minsanang ginamit para gawing panukat ng pagkatao ko.

EQ, luma na. EI na kasi ngayon ang uso. Emotional Intelligence. Kaya kapag sinabihan ka ng “Alam mo ikaw, ang baba ng EQ mo!, sabihan mo, “Hoy, ikaw, ang baba ng IQ mo, luma na yan, EI na ngayun ang uso! Edi nakabawi ka kahit paano.

Huwag niyong isiping super bitter ako sa teacher ko na yun. Pero minsan akong naging bitter. Hindi sa kanya kundi dun sa ginawa niya pero anyways labs ko pa din siya. Mabait naman siya pag walang topak. At kahit may topak siya minsan, magaling naman siyang teacher. Yan ang hindi pwedeng tawaran. Dahil kahit balibaliktarin man ang mundo. At paulit-ulit akong ipanganak sa iba’t ibang panahon, mas mamatamisin kong paulit-ulit maranasan ang masabihan ni Sir K na mababa ang EQ ko kesa ang dumaan sa mundong ito nang hindi siya naging parte ng buhay ko. Isa siya sa pinakapaborito kong guro.

Nitong mga nakaraang araw, puyat ako parati.
Hindi dahil sa trabaho kundi sa pagbabasa ng manga.

Adik ako sa Manga.
Hindi ko alam kung bakit
Ay teka, alam ko pala.

Masaya kasi magbasa at manuod ng anime/manga
Ewan ko.
Para sakin exciting.
Tsaka madami akong natututunan.

Sa ngayon, natapos ko nang basahin ang Naruto at Bleach
Ibig ko sabihin ung available chapters nila
Ang nakakalungkot nga lang, mag-aantay na naman ako
Every Friday daw kasi nagrerelease ng bagong episode
Nakakainip.

Kahit antok na antok na ako,
Basta may manga akong binabasa, buhay na buhay ako.
Just like what my friend told me,
It’s my own brand of heroin.
Yes, it is.

huling araw namin ito sa aming paraiso (nakanaks)
since huling araw na at back to reality na naman ang drama namin after ng galang ito,
palalagpasin ba namin ang pagkakataong magphotoshoot?
hehehe

for the last time..
charan!

first stop: Sandugo

Sandugo

Housemates at Sandugo

next stop: Baclayon Church

Baclayon Church entrance

tatlong maria

next stop ulit: Prony the Phyton

Prony the Phyton >:)

aubu and prony

housemates at prony

aubu at ang mini-gitara

haw, aj, aubu, ate ching at tina

next stop na naman: Bohol Tarsier

signboard

ang tarsier, bow

ako at ang 2 tarsier

next stop ulit ulit! : Floating Resto at Loboc River

kain tayo!

plato endorser

ako

mini-falls..

kami ulit!

aubu, haw at aj

aubu at ang loboc river

ang napakagandang Loboc river

next stop pa ulit: Man-made forest

ang mahiwagang daan (hehehe)

magandang forest

housemates @ man-made forest

last stop: Chocolate hills

daan patungo sa Chocolate Hills

tsokolateng burol

ayun!

ako na naman

kami ulit!

kami na naman!

fusion!

ako ulit!

hayan..
mas madami pa kaming picture talaga kumpara sa mga naiupload ko, kaso nakakapagod na tsaka mabagal ang net so ayan, hehe..

sa kabuuan, naging masaya ako ng bonggang bongga sa gala namin sa Bohol.

napagod ako, sumakit ang katawan, at natusta ang balat.

pero sa kabila ng lahat ng yun, hinding hindi ko ipagpapalit ang experience na ito. perstaym ko atang magtwo-piece sa buong buhay ko nung second day namin dun, hahaha..

Emma went back yesterday very bright & early. Glen also stuck to his word & turned up to see his kids. We went out to Frankey’s & Benny’s for tea & then it got too late & cold to do anything else.

Today Glen didn’t want to see the kids until about 11, so that’s what he got. He said his train back wasn’t until 7pm so we had plenty of time. We had a Mc Donalds for lunch & then we did some shopping. Wills got a coat which he really needed, & Issy got a lot of things she really didn’t need. Then I had to almost force him to have the kids on his own for a bit while I took some time out. I only did a couple of shops & before I knew it he was on the phone to me to meet up again. We got put on the bus back home at 2.30 because he decided he’d rather take an earlier train back.

Glen has a way of really scratching my brain like nails on a black board. He sends birthday cards saying how much he misses & wants to see the kids, but when it comes round to it, he only gives them a few hours & then gets up & leaves again.

Rob thought I should be happy with the little he did give as other fathers don’t even do that much. It still did not help me in my annoyance with Glen.

As for the question that prompts such an answer? “Is the internet stifling new music?”

Via BBC no less.

The article is written by once-rock star John Taylor, former bass player for Duran Duran and Power Station. The man has been pelted by his share of female undergarments while performing live, and it shows:

When artists today are asked to Twitter their every thought, their every action, to record on video their every breath, their every performance, I believe they’re diluting their creative powers, their creative potency and the durability of their work.

And in the long run I believe they’re also diluting the magical power and the magnetic attraction that they can or will ever have over their audience.

Right. So the inaccessible rock god has given way to the singer-songwriter who shares a campfire with us all. That has long been established. But why exactly is the internet stifling new music today?  What makes the situation now any more dire than it was ten years ago?

My stepson is at New York University (NYU) and he was telling me how he’s currently into Cole Porter, music from the 1920s and swing music from the 40s. So the availability and accessibility of music on the internet today is truly incredible, and I applaud anything that can inspire interest or curiosity in anyone.

But this also means that those of us who before would have been looking towards the current culture for inspiration are now often to be found, like my stepson, in various backwaters of older music.

This relative lack of need for current, innovative culture can cause, has caused, is causing – maybe – the innovative culture to slow down, much as an assembly line in Detroit slows down and lay-offs have to be made when the demand for a new model recedes.

Gotcha.

It’s great to have a theory. It’s even better to have a little data to support it. As we go to print, the 1962 cast recording of Cole Porter’s Anything Goes (re-released in 1990) stands at #48,447 on Amazon’s music bestsellers. Not bad. You could do a lot worse. For example the “beautifully imaginative … magnificent” LP The Snake stands at #162,064. He just might have a point.  The internet (better said: the internet age) might be disincentivizing creativity.

But one release is 19 years old, the other has only a few months of promotion behind it. By point of reference Radiohead released Pablo Honey in 1993, and Amazon ranks that album at #5,070. Too pedestrian? OK.  Try, well, OK Computer at #729. Looking for something in the double digits? How about The Killers at #23?

It’s great that new listeners are uncovering old jazz, and it’s a shame that a rock übermenschlich has been forced to come down from the ivory tower (/sarcasm). But arguments with two data points are two dimensional, simple as that.

Now, if you know this song, you know what I mean

Sunny Day
Sweepin’ the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street

Come and play
Everything’s A-OK
Friendly neighbors there
That’s where we meet

Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street

It’s a magic carpet ride
Every door will open wide
To Happy people like you–
Happy people like
What a beautiful

Sunny Day
Sweepin’ the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame street…

How to get to Sesame Street

How to get to…

This was Google Logo on November 6:

On November 7:

On November 8:

On November 9:

And on November 10:

Now, which one is your favorite Sesame Street Google logo? Mine has to be Oscar the Grouch, mainly because I love him.

Nothing beats Sesame Street. Not even Dora the Explorer.

gala, mahilig akong gumala, that’s for sure, hindi ako mahirap kausap basta may gala..
at dahil mahilig akong gumala, mga gala din karaniwan ang mga kasama ko,

at ang blog post na ito ang nagpapatunay na gala kami, hahaha,
karugtong ito ng previous post ko, beware, sasakit ang mata nyo sa dami ng mga pictures namin,

alam niyo bang mahigit 1,500 pictures ang meron kami sa loob ng 3 araw lang? OO. Sa camera pa lang yan ni maida, wala pa dyan ung sa camera ni tina at ate ching.

charan!
island hopping na!

i'm so excited!

bago sumakay ng bangka

asa bangka na kami!

ang napakagandang sunrise:)

ang araw sa aking palad:P

arya!

meditation mode..

are we there yet?

itaas ang kamay!

kami ulit!

nung makarating kami sa isla, lumamon muna ako saglit..

aubu habang lumalamon ng mango pancake..

tapos naglakbay na kami papuntang parola/lighthouse..

aubu papuntang parola..

aun ang parola..

ako:P

aubu at haw:)

si manong bangkero..

the housemates with ate didin:)

the mowdel-mowdelans..

magagandang likod..

magagandang likod (modified)

beach bodies..:-P

aubu:P

the models (part 2)

tustado kami sa araw. naisip namin magpaitiman. naisip din naming tumalon at maglaro ng takbuhan!(anung kunek?)

mini-minimo, who's the darkest of them all?

fly high, pinay!

fly high, part 2..

fly high ulit..

ready, get set, go!

dahil sa matagal na exposure sa araw, ginutom kami, may aleng nagbebenta ng sea urchin, naisip naming itong tikman for PHP100 only, eat all you can.

housemates with aleng nagbebenta ng sea urchin..

masarap kaya 2?

ahmm..

isa pa!

at dahil hindi sapat ang sea urchin este sperm and egg ng sea urchin sa aming sikmura, lumamon na kami sa bangka..

kain-kain! (grabe, ang nenegra na namin)

let's eat!

pagtapos namin sa virgin island, nagpunta kami ng alona beach, at dahil daming pictures along our way, shinortcut ko na lang,

pababa na kami ng bangka..

pagdating namin sa alona beach, may nakita kaming manong na naghehenna, nauna si aj, tapos nag-antay na lang muna kami ni maida at tina at nagpictorial..
dahil may kalat sa paligid, naisip kong maglinis (weh,hindi nga?)

aubu, the environmentalist..

aubu, the environmentalist (part2)

si aubu at ang buhangin:)

i love my boyfriend:P

lab yu!

Henna sa wakas!

tina and her libra sign henna tattoo;)

ako at ang araw kong henna tattoo..

ang alibata henna tattoo ni maida:)

madaming madami pa kaming pictures doon, tapos sumapit na ang dapit hapon..

sunset

i love sunset!

aubu (ako na naman,haha)

haw, aubu at tina

mga model ng sulo:)

huling hirit bago umuwi;)

There’s this tendency for people in the office to over-emphasise the low “cor” in the word “correct”. I don’t know who started it but this unnecessarily added affirmation to a response that would suffice with a “Yes” or “That’s right” just sounds pompous and moronic to me. It’s no coincidence that correct happens to be a verb meaning to right someone’s wrong. You don’t hear people going Wro-ong do you.