How To Move On: The Unusual Tips

Forgetting that special someone who had been part of your life is never easy. The longer you have been together the more painful it is. Worst if you are the one being  left out.

But here are few tips that can help you jumpstart on a brand new beginning:

On your social media: Most common tip in moving on the internet might teach you is to unfollow or block that person. Of course, who wants to see updates of him/her having a good time or worst changing his/her profile pic in facebook with the new one? None. But you see, the more you get to see this, the more you get immune and be reminded that he/she is not worth your while. It’s okay to delete your pictures there though.

On your phone: Blocking or deleting his/her number. Hell, what is the point in all of that if you memorize it? Just let it stay there until you get tired of looking it. You will surely have the impulse of messaging that person once in a while but just be resilient. If you fail, then what now? You might be contacting that person yet it won’t change the fact that you broke up already. Send 10,000 “Hi’s” until you get so frustrated and get the hang of no message from him/her.

On your daily activities: You get to think of that person too much because you have so much spare time in doing it. Go get a hobby you can think of. Get loads of books if you happen to be a reader. Jam-pack your hard drive with movies if you are a junkie. Go solo backpacking! Learn guitar! Enrol free online courses at Coursera! Join organizations in line of your interest! Blah balah blah!

On your new relationships: They say getting a new apple of your eye is the best way to get over someone you treasured. For your sake and that of your future rebound, please don’t do it. It is just a waste of time, money and effort. Savour being single and jump into it when you are ready.

On being sentimental: Feeling like all the sad songs were meant to be written for you? Seeing someone who is a carbon copy of him/her in manners? Watching that movie you watched on your first date? Yeah, that is very normal. Just remember that you are not the only person going through it. And really, with the right attitude it won’t kill you. Always think you deserve the best. J

Taking the #PerfectOOTD with OPPO F1s

I could spell I-N-S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y at the age of 5. Trust me, you do not want to grow up being compared to your beautiful sisters. I have lumber jack shoulders, a face as round as the yahoo messenger icon and a not so impressive height.  On my teenage years, I hate wearing tight clothes because it emphasized how ungifted I am on the chest area. I am skinny and have the most unproportionate body. Every morning, I stare at the mirror and silently whisper, “I hate myself”.

Fast forward. College. With the help of the people I surround with and the ideologies I started to embrace, I finally made amend of my imperfections. Like really, I had to accept who I am or else I had to work my ass off to earn money for surgery. Kidding, the latter is not even an option.

Amidst all these struggles within, I had a dirty little secret.  I love fashion. I daydream of modeling the clothes I created. Geez, God knows how obsess I am with Project Runway, America’s Next Top Model, and all other shows that has to do with runways, models, and fabric. I go gaga when I enter boutiques trying to mentally mix-and-match the stuff inside.

Taking the perfect outfit of the day is very important to me because I really wanted to express myself on the clothes I wear. For me, it is art. But one of the major challenges I had to face on this quest is being uncomfortable in front of the camera. Yes, I learned to embrace the blotches of my physical appearance but there is still this small voice of insecurity that is holding me back.

What will the world say if I post this photo? Will they notice how flat-chested I am? Will they ridicule me because I don't even look like a model? Will they hate the entirety of my look because it does  not scream sophistication and glamour which is the stereotype of fashion?  

And then it dawned unto me. What now if they hate everything about me? Or maybe, I was just creating this hate thing in my head? What would I lose if I try it? Thanks to the support of my family, I am now getting out of my comfort zone. I can now smile and pose in front of the camera with ease because I know the person behind it loves me unconditionally no matter how I look. Yes, my family members are my photographers.

It worried me at first because I really am not into makeup. And according to most of the fashion blogs I follow, good make up must go with your fashion. I am just thankful that OPPO F1s hosts plug-ins and filters that I can play with to have the endless opportunity of sharing creative photos. It really is a savior because I am no fan of makeup. All you can find in my mini kit is a facial moisturizer and a lip tint.

Also, I am just an ordinary working student. I fear that the fashion community would oust me if I could not afford signature clothes. But then again, for me, if you really are passionate about it, you can pull off fashion without splurging too much. Fashion is not expensive. Fashion is a challenge to be creative.

I am still continuously building that confidence to dress, express, and share. With the journey, I came to realize that the formula for a perfect OOTD shot is an attitude that you can pull off everything and a camera that supports your goal like OPPO F1s.

Four Mountains In A Day (Climbing Mt Marami, Mt Buntis, Mt Nagpatong and Pico De Loro In One Day)

“Ruth di ba sabi ko sayo walang baguhan? Baka di niya kayanin!” 

Once upon a summer, I was invited to a mountain climbing. As an adventure junkie, I went for a go in a heartbeat. It was my first official climb. Not to mention my first four mountains in a day climb. That was one of the most exhausting experiences in my entire life. But one of the most valuable experiences that made me better understand life itself.

At 2 am, we were on our way to the first peak to conquer, Mt. Marami. Meeting my fellow climbers looking so professional about this thing had me worried if my 2 bars of Snickers and a liter of water would get me through the day. I was even ready to bail out when one of the organizers said to the person who invited me, “Ruth,di ba sabi ko sayo walang baguhan”.

I felt backing out. Why go through this when I could sleep and read the whole day? But that person told them I can do it and winked at me. My mind argued. How dare is she to believe I can do it? We are talking about four mountains here! But on one note, what would I lose if I do this except for few calories. I decided to stay. They already had my registration anyway so Mr. Giving Up you are not an option. That person believed that I can do it. And when I signed up to this I also thought I could do so.

The first 30 minutes of the trek was fine but as hours passed it was killing me. My sweat trickled from anywhere and I panted like a dog. Hopelessness seeped in upon hearing them we were not even half of the trek. I was hungry and thirsty and starting to think if my colleagues were on drugs. Like how could they walk normally and steadily while my heart was ready to explode? Ah, pain… Endless pain…

Then I found myself standing before a crystal clear calm stream.  I was staring at myself and asked, why do I keep on whining? Pain is part of the journey. Can I just enjoy this? I looked around realized how the morning sun could be so beautiful when clouds and fogs try to hide it. There were wild flowers silently screaming to be noticed. Climbers who were willing to share their stories. It made the climb easier. Sometimes in life, we are just too itchy to get something done that we failed to notice and be enthralled by the simple things that come along the way.

When you are about to conquer the peak, the ascent could be very rocky it will hurt your hands. The path is getting narrower you have to look closely. You have to grip well in order not to fall. You have to be mindful every step of the way until you get there. Thirst, starvation, wounds, scars, they are just few of the pains to deal with but they won’t matter when you finally stand at the peak, feeling on top of the world as you savor the earth’s splendor. No pain, no gain, they say. Same goes with life and successes. You have to work for it. And you just don’t give up.

Upon descent, the summer sun was hostile hot it felt like my head was to be ripped off. I barely had any water left and I was tired my surrounding started to blur. I walked and stumbled, walked and stumbled for eternity. My exhaustion tricked me to give up and just when I was about to, I caught a glimpse of our jump-off site. Funny it is with life. You won’t really know if you are approaching the finish line when you focus on pain too much. But if you keep going, you will be surprised it will be over. And it pays when you just don’t give up.

And there one mountain down, three more to go and it was already 12 midnoon. Next stop, Mt. Buntis. Everyone was eager to take over the next peak except me. Dehydration had me down. I wanted to push through. Prove these people this rookie can do it but my feet were not just up for the challenge. Swallowing my pride, I told them, I’d wait at the van. People call it quitting. I call it being smart. I could feel my system dying. If I don’t listen to it, I could be courting more serious trouble.

Accepting failure in life is never easy. Most especially if you are trying to please spectators. But in the end, I should know that we are talking about my journey here and not theirs. Yes, I made a pass in climbing this peak. I’ve learned that giving up is not a bad thing at all. Giving up when you know you cannot do it at the moment because of circumstances you are not in control of is fairly okay.

It was already dark when we reached the third mountain. This time, I felt better and was back on the challenge. Mt Nagpatong was an easy climb. This taught me that after every fall, you just keep going and you’ll be stunned how things unfold.

By 8 pm, we arrived at the last peak, Pico de Loro. My mind, body and soul was morose I could not take anymore mountain. I decided not to climb it. Almost all of us did except the four hardcore mountaineers. I was not ashamed of it anymore. And adage could say he sky is the limit but reality is, at some point, you need to acknowledge constraints that are way beyond your control and seek the best option. You can always get back into it the next time. You just don’t simply give up when you intend to try it again next time when you are capable and ready to do so.

Life is full of rocky mountains to climb. It sure is to be thrown with tons of pains, struggles and bottleneck the most tempting to do is give up—our dreams, our goals, our passion. Just keep going. But if it is way too much and you could not take it anymore, give yourself a break. Learn to rest. Learn to breathe. It is part of not giving up.

Basic Speech No. 10

Pioneer Trailblazers Toastmasters Club

When Was The Last Time

When was the last time you read a book, wrote a poem, sang a song?

When was the last time you walked barefoot, chased the sun, sat by the coast?

When was the last time you climbed mountains, watched sunsets, strolled country sides?

When was the last time you shivered in cold, sweated in heat, panted in pressure?

When was the last time you wept for loss, sighed for relief, cried for joy?

When was the last you spoke your thought, screamed your ire, shared your experience?

When was the last time you dribbled that ball, played that guitar, drew that sketchbook?

When was the last time you found love, lost in love, fell in love again?

  

When was the last time you lived?

Priceless Tips On How To Survive Metro Manila Traffic

Commuters, D-R-I-V-E!

Hunger Games. That book series turned to movie where two representatives from different districts have to participate in an annual death match in the name of food.

The battlecry? Survival of the fittest, elimination of the unfit.

Our day to day life is indeed a survival of the fittest and elimination of the unfit. You need not read or watch Hunger Games to see that. Just try commuting in the Philippines. And it’s more fun in Metro Manila.

For those who have cars, all you have worry are the following: money for gas and toll fees, coding days, plus double, extra, super patience for the metro’s traffic.

For us commuters, what we have to worry are just two deadly things: 1) running out of bus to ride, and 2) running out of oxygen chasing buses along with other feisty and desperate-to-get home passengers.

As an experienced EDSA commuter where falling in line is a deviant practice, I urged everyone to D-R-I-V-E!

D is for Diet. Imagine a pack of tigers, only they are humans, pushing everyone around in order to get in the bus’ minimal door. No offense meant but being thinner (and flatter) is helpful in slipping inside a bus swarmed by hungry passengers. But like toothbrush that needs toothpaste for better result, diet must be coupled with exercising. I learned it the hard way. Being petite makes it easier to just slip but also it is easier for you to get off balance when the big bad guys are your competitors. Okay, time to hit the gym and put some muscle here (my triceps I mean).

R is for Run. Cheetahs are the fastest land animals on record, so the report shows. I beg to differ, ladies and gentlemen. It’s humans! Go to Ayala bus station during rush hour and you’ll see what I am talking about. Hundreds of them running like hell to approaching buses just to get in.

I did not entertain this novelty of commuting so I missed a lot of dinner at home and soon grew tired of this so I learned to play the game. I am an experienced runner now and still on training every day!

I is Ignore Good Manners. My mom brought us up with utmost respect especially to elders. So when an oldie gets on I gave way. You’re welcome. And that’s one of the reasons I get to my destinations late. I know better now. I must be objective. Who cares about the PWDs, the pregnant women, the mothers with their infants? Put your game face on! But just like drinking reminders, do it moderately.

V is Vigilance. Once I too preoccupied getting to office on time so I made my way through the crowd as quick as possible. When I finally boarded, I fished for my smartphone only to realize it was gone. Should I scream? No, I would be nuts to do that! Should I call the police? Oh God! Where are the police? Lesson? Use handphones.

Vigilance is also necessary for all sex maniacs out there who pretend to brush off your chest or butt when the bus is jam-packed or in sudden break. This is also as equally important for those conductors who do not dispense tickets and play deaf when asked for change.

Extend Patience. No matter what you do, shit happens. I wonder how many commuters out there had their relationship shattered after being late on a date or on a birthday. I wonder how many business deals were postponed and how many love letters they got from the HR giving suspension for the well-performed lates. In all these, patience my dear, patience.

I cannot pinpoint what really is the root of this problem. Is it so many people that our vehicles cannot accommodate? Or just so many undisciplined people that makes commuting an agony? On the one hand, could it be that we have so many vehicles our roads can longer accommodate or simply a lack of effective system. Might as well call MMDA…

Meanwhile, if you want to be on top of surviving, go DRIVE.


Basic Speech No. 6 (Pioneer Trailblazers Toastmasters Club)

Why You Buy More Than You Think In Malls

Where is your favourite mall? Imagine yourself inside it. You decided to buy a pair of running shoes. Just a pair running shoes. But with its big ON SALE sign across halls, wide array of clothes, beauty products, etc, etc.. You ended up with a number of shopping bags. Inside-- traveling pillow, bag, new headset, powerbank, new t-shirt and lastly, your running shoes. Then it hit you. Your credit card is badly hurt or worst,  you won’t be eating right for the next 2 weeks to cope up with your diminishing budget.

Good evening fellow toastmasters! Life is tricky. There are times that despite our strong will to just stick to what we need, we ended up wanting and getting things that are not supposed to be part of our list. But what is it with malls that make us disobedient shoppers?

Come let us go shopping as we uncover the science of malls!

Let us start at the very entrance. Here, there is nothing much to look at. It’s called the decompression zone. Purposely designed for you to acclimatize. Designed to allow us contemplate about proper spending mode.

And then once you are into the mode…

What scientist called scripted disorientation technique kicks in…

 Have you noticed that there are no clocks in malls? Inside we enjoy so much of the goods and bargains and the next time we know it, it’s closing time. Usually we can tell what time of day it is but inside you can’t. Unless you check your watch once in a while which is rarely. This is so because aside from having no clock inside, you can rarely have a view of the outside. Plus the lighting and color schemes. It’s  always day inside and the more we think it is still early to go home yet, the more we are vulnerable to throwing unnecessary stuff to our shopping cart. A very genius way of skewing our perception about time.

Malls. They are designed to make you spend money and sometimes you do not realize it making you vulnerable to impulse buying. Something called the invariant right is one of the culprits. You see, we grow up to walk and drive keeping right. Unconsciously, we also do so in our shopping and the retailers knowing this keep their bargains and most of their goods at the right.  So maybe next time you like to keep left? :)

And same thing is applied in supermarkets! You see, they could have put the condiments, the meat and the dairy in the same aisle for us to save time. Are they just so OC about arrangements? You buy meat and because you need ingredients in cooking it, you have to go to the condiments section. And on your journey there, a lot of discounted products caught your eye and before you get to the section you intend to, you have a bottle of shampoo in your cart.

Christmas is fast approaching. And in this season of giving, a well thought gift is well appreciated by receivers. Be it a signature bag or a simple pen, malls offer us the convenient venue to shop. But remember, malls can make or break us. It may have almost everything we need but if we won’t be cautious, we might be spending for something we don’t truly need.

Life is tricky. But as tricky as it seems, there are always ways out. One is, knowing the shop for wise SHOPPING.

Happy Holidays!

Basic Speech No. 8 (Pioneer Trailblazers Toastmasters Club)

Why do we love SELFIE!

#ATM, # Abs! Abs! Just woke up! No filter!

#ATM. My friend Payee busy with her selfie as I savour
the moment reading at the peak of Pico De Loro. 

Imagine these selfies flooding your FB, twitter and instagram accounts every couple of hour? Like me, you might be a bit annoyed. Good Lord! What is happening with the world? But what is it with selfie that more and more people get hooked to it?

Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I am Aiza, and tonight, we will talk about that thing called Selfie! And when I say ‘selfie’  that does not mean giving you thousands of reasons to condemn selfie-holics but digging into the science on why do we do it.

The first selfie was taken with a mirror. So we tried to get the feel.

Selfie. The term made it to the Oxford new lexicon late of 2013.  It means  a photograph taken of oneself typically taken with a smart phone or a webcam and shares it via social media. Many thought this is a millennial thing but back in 1839, a renowned American photographer, Robert Cornelius had already taken the first selfie. And it was not until early 2000s when the term was officially mentioned during an Australian Internet Forum.

Photo from justcreative.com

As we speak, there are more or less 300 million photos tagged as selfie in Instagram alone. Add FB and other social media and you will a more overwhelming figure. But really, what is it with selfie that even after 176 years since it was first recorded, it’s still on its pinnacle to fame? Well, different social media platforms + affordable smartphones + free internet connection =  SELFIE! Upload! Like! Like! Like!

Do people take selfie merely for self-expression or vanity?

In her article Psychology of Selfies, Dr. Courtney Seiter explains that people like to take selfie as  a self-portrait and as self-expression. We want our selfies to define us. 

Another thing is that we want to feel important. A selfie with Pope for example makes you feel involved. "Hey look at me I was there when Pope was here! I participated! 

My sister Ellen and I having a blast taking selfie on a cold
morning in Baguio City.

Moreover, selfies won’t gain its fame without our support. Maybe after posting 10 selfies and you don’t get some likes and the call of courtesy comments like, “pretty!, gorgeous! Nicceee!”, you would quit. But no! As much as we fancy taking photos of faces,we also fancy  viewing photos with faces. That is because humans notice faces first. On Instagram for example, pictures with human faces  are 38% more like to receive likes and comments against those with none. 

As I peeked to comments of the selfie articles I’ve read, considered worst selfies are those taken without apparent purpose or those taking selfie for the sake of it. Interesting selfiesare those with something interesting to see.Writing this speech made me remember a friend telling me that people like to have selfies to be famous. I beg to differ because currently, we have the Kardashians, Rihanna, Paris Hilton, P Diddy acing it for the most selfies among celebrities with more or less 300 selfies on average.

Psychology says selfie is neither vanity nor a mental illness.  Selfie is one way of crafting our own identity. On the other side of the pan, selfie may pose danger as well. The number of accidents happened while having selfie is accumulating and there are also researches saying it could both boost and lower self-esteem.

We are the master of our own ships. WE have a lot of options on how to use selfie to our own advantage.  So if it makes you feel connected sharing #ATM, if it inspires you to do more to maintain those abs, if it makes you special waking up just the way you are, then take more selfies!

Life is too short to stop yourself from doing what makes you happy. But life is also too short to be a victim of the emerging technology as well. 

(Basic Speech No. 7, Pioneer Trailblazers Toastmasters Club, Makati City)

Modus Pamamalimos!

Piso na lang tulog na ako. Pero di pa man nakakalayo ang jeep na sinasakyan ay naalimpungatan na ako. Dalawang batang kumakanta. Masarap pakinggan. Di ko lang naiintindihan. 

Habang kumakanta ang mga nasa edad 5 na si Nene nag-aabot naman ng sobre ang kuya niyang si Totoy. O kuya niya nga ba talaga o ka-tandem lang.

Halos lahat deadma. Si ate sa harap busy sa pag-i-FB. Si Kuya naman sa gilid ay sobrang pokus sa pagsi-COC. Papaos na si Nene pero wala pa ring naglagay sa mga sobre hanggang sa naawa si Ate na katabi ko at nagbigay ng maraming barya. Ayun solve  at bumaba na ang dalawang bata.

Bigla akong dinalaw ni Mr. Guilt. “It’s always better to give than to receive”, ika nga ng Nanay ko. Pero hanggang kailan ka pwedeng magbigay? Hanggang kailan ka magpapaloko? Biglang sumagi sa akin. Ang galing na ng namamalimos ngayon. Uniform ang Airmail  na sobre na pinapamigay para paglagyan ng pera. Improb kamu. Dati lata lata lang pinapasa eh.

Kahapon lang habang inip na inip ako sa pagpila ng jeep ay may isang mamang lumapit sa lahat ng nakapila para humingi ng tulong sa kanyang anak. Sa labas ng sobreng puti ay larawan ng anak niya (o kanino mang bata siguro) at iilang gamot na maintenance daw. Napabigay ako ng limang piso kasi nasa St. Luke’s daw ang anak niya. Pag-alis ng Mama, napaisip ako. Bakit sa St Luke’s niya dinala?

Feeling ko nayari na naman ako. Ilang beses ko nang sinabi sa sarili ko di ako magpapayari. Peksman! Minsan kasi may lumapit sa aking babae. Humihingi ng P20 pamasahe daw pauwing Cubao. Di ko din naman ma-imagine paglakarin siya mula Makati hanggang Cubao kaya napaabot na ako sabay alis. Nung bumalik ako, andun pa rin yung babae, nanghihingi ulit ng bente sa halos lahat ng dumaan. Tinitigan ko siya at napailing sabay sabing, “Nice one ate”.

Kasabay ng pagbulusok ng teknolohiya ay ang pag-level up din ng taktika sa pamamalimos. Nung bata ako, kahit magkano lang pwede na sa lata. Hanggang sa pag nagbigay ng piso halos ibabato sayo pabalik. Kung magbigay ka din ng pagkain, gusto pera nalang. Ngayon pag nagbigay ka ng pera, sila pa ang nagsasabi ng minimum. Hanep!

Yung iba naman, may talaga pag rumaket. May megaphone na, may death certificate pa. Familiar? Na try niyo na ba mabigyan ng sobre sa bus bilang tulong daw sa pagpapalibing sa tatay, nanay, anak, kapatid o kung sino mang Poncio Pilato? Tapos nakangiti na kapag kolektahan na ng sobre. Pasalamat speech sabay baba at aakyat na naman sa ibang bus.

Nasubukan na ito ni Porito, officemate ko. Si Kuya humihingi ng tulong para sa tatay niyang namatay. May death certificate pa bilang patunay. Makalipas ang mahigit isang buwan, si Kuya na naman ang nakita niyang humingi ng tulong para sa tatay niyang namatay. Yung totoo, ilan ba talaga tatay mo Kuya?

Usapang modus limos na rin lang, banggitin ko na rin yung mga batang namamalimos sa daan at sa mga overpass. Kawawa na nakakaasar. At lalong maasar ka kapag narinig mo ang sa wari ko’y magulang na pinapagalitan ang anak dahil ‘yun lang daw ang koleksyon niya. Wow ate, child labor na nga, nagagalit pa!

Kung may bata, syempre may pang matanda din.  Araw-araw nagtataka ako paano nakakauwi yung matandang Mama at nakakabalik. Para bagang may duty hours lang. Minsan isang gabi, di ko alam kung sobra lang akong pagod pero may nakita akong lalaking naka itim kaharap nung Mama. Di ko alam kung binabraso niya ng barya o anuman pero mukhang may hatiang naganap. Nakow!

Maaaring tayo ang biktima nila. Maaaring biktima lang din sila…

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The Problem With Pixie Cut

After 3 months of trying to grow it back, I finally face defeat. And that means getting to the nearest David's Salon for a quick fix. Oh well, any hair cutters can do my hair. I am  even up for that P50 haircut just anywhere along the street but pixie cuts for me are really that crucial you have to go to someone whom you trust to do it nicely. 

I have my pixie for two years now and as I said before, I am never going back. Then I saw this really cool hairstyle and decided to give it a try. To achieve it, I have to grow my hair. So for 3 months I did the conquest. But to no avail. Having my hair at the borderline of a pixie and a bob makes me really uncomfortable. I feel like wearing a headband to pacify my crazy hairstrands or gel them up like a cow just licked them but I will for sure look hilarious.

Growing a pixie can be uncomfortable if you don't know what to do with it like me. Moreso, maybe I just like how short they are I keep coming back. 



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Here Is WHy You Should Not Quit

Sunset at Leyte. Sunrise at Cebu.

When life throws you shit and you can’t avoid it, just hold your head high and hope for a better tomorrow. There is no definite answer to your life queries now. But it will slowly unfold at the right time. And yes, you won’t reckon why such things are happening but you will…you will.

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AmbisyUsya!

(Alas 2:20 sa hapon.Gihidlaw para wala akong kakatugon sa laay nga kinabuhi)

Kanang bisag gitungga ug gibubo na nimo ang kape knock out gihapon ka.

Gusto gyud ko mag-doctor. Kanang maglaslas sa mga gilangaw nga samad ug mag-inject hangtod mag-aruy-aruy ang pasyente. Kaso, makuyapan ko makakita ug dugo ug kurug akong kamot. Mauna pa unya ko mamatay sa akong pasyente...

Kung dili ko ma-doctor mag-medrep nalang ko. At least duol-duol ra. Unya unsa mani ako nabalitaan nga tagaan man daw ug sakyanan! Wow! Problema karon kay ratulon man ko. Gamay nga sirbato bulagan dayon ko sa akong kasing-kasing...

Pangandoy sab nako nga mahimong abogada. Ingon ako Mama, lami daw ko mangistorya. Tuo kaayo ko. Mama gud na nako. Unya maayo lagi ko mangistorya, wa poy unod pildi na dayon. Usa pa, dali ra ang pag-eskwela, problema karon kung mag take 2, take 3, take-out ta sa bar exam...

Feel nako mag-photographer ang apan lang kay way ulo akong kuha tanan. Ug kung nature pod kunuhay kuhaan nako, kung dili ngitngit, blur. Mas maayo siguro no kung ako nalang ang kuhaan ug picture?...

Kay actually feel man jud pod nako mag-model. Tabangi ko kung unsa. Dili pwede ang gown nga arang ka taas kay potot ko. Di pod pwede model sa buhok kay mubo ang ako ug kalkag pa.Model nalang unta ug tiil kaso isa nalang katudlo ang okay. The rest patay ang kuko. Ana sila nga mag-model nalang ko ug bra pero kabalo ko nga yaga-yaga to kay kabalo ko nga flat pako sa surfing board. Band aid siguro pwede pa!

Naa pod daw ko chance ma-singer kaso, maayo rako mubirit ug walay tawo. Buangon pod raba ning mga tuko sa amo kay kung magpakulot-kulot na gani ko sa akong voice, mag-iyahay ug pangahulog.

Haaai..laaya!

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1.   Traffic. While couples prepare for their dates, I am preparing myself for a long walk home. I am sure as hell the traffic is going to be terrible.  Wear extra patience on the drive honey!

2.   Books. Hmm, you really do not hate the book per se. It’s the characters there whom you adore so much but can’t just come to life. Ugh! Frustrating! (Not to mention they are my dates tomorrow).

3.   Gifts.  Valentine’s Day is for all—lovers, friends, singles, doubles urggh couples – and gift giving is but mundane. The thing is you have run out of ideas on what to give this year because you are so done with jewelry, chocolates, flowers, blah, blah, blah… try DIY this time bro! E is for effort.

4.   Chocolates.  Because it might trigger your diabetes or you are on a hard core diet and all of a sudden this dark food for the gods just ruins everything. Okay ladies, just give them to me. I would love to share your calories. Haha!

5.   Flowers. Because maybe you have allergy or simply you receive the same kind of flower over and over again! Red freakin’ roses for the last 5 years? Hmmp, maybe a freshly picked ginger lily (just make sure you are not caught stealing it at the neighborhood) will be appreciated.

6.   Movies.  Should I say more? Good luck to the infinity queue.

7.   Friends. Only one in the group who’s got no girl/boyfriend? Aging 30 and has currently no date? Friends bugging you about it? I could feel you!

RANDOM THINGS YOU HATE: GIVE A HAND TO EXPLAIN PLEASE

Hey, hey! I know you are brilliant, hon! That’s why I want to pick up your brain understanding these people and situations that creep at the core to irate my day. These might sound really petty but I tell you, they are annoying.

Igan D' Bayan Collection. Art Fair Philippines 2015, Makati City.

Those people who like to cram at the bus’ door. Like it’s the end of the world! Giving no space for those who also want to go home. I do not understand why they have to jam pack in one place when the rear screams, ‘Hey, I’m vacant here!’ Mabuti pa ang sardinas di nagsisiksikan sa lata! I heard and noticed that passengers do it so they could get off easily. Isn’t it lame my friend? Drivers stop if you tell them to do so. Or you could ask the bus conductor for a halt and walk your way. Think of others sometimes!

Now let’s go to the mall where security guards check your bags. And I am referring to those who just dip their stick inside bags with eyes wandering somewhere or mouth busy chatting. Then something happened and they all go back to that full alert thingy! Huli na po ang lahat...

Those selfish creature at the street. I am talking here of those people who cross the street even if the traffic light says stop with the traffic enforcer raising his hand for the same signal. I find this really insulting to the enforcer. Kaya di umuunlad ang Pilipinas eh, simpleng bagay di makuha.

Opinions on opinion. I admire people who express their thoughts on certain subjects. I do not understand though those people who have to say nasty opinion on an opinion. I just don’t understand why you need to say something and argue like hell if the premise does not agree with yours. C’mon it is your responsibility to filter what to take and leave so shut up! Okay, this might sound like breaching your freedom of expression but just saying it is annoying (and I know you don’t care).

Like to be liked. You checked your Twitter or Instagram and received a lot of likes. You feel flattered then it dawned unto you that half of them are just making their way to you to find your way to them. You realize that when you check the account and find they are selling something that is not even related to your post. There are also those who flatter you with ‘Awesome shot!’ even if you know it’s not. Here’s the deal baby, if you like it, then like it. Thank you very much. But liking it for me to like and follow? Spare me.

Four Things You Hate About Alarm Clocks

Photo from Science World.

Too loud. Something that wakes the entire neighborhood with drowsy prying eyes shot on you. “Okay, Okay, I’m gonna lower the volume from now on.”

Snooze loose.  There goes the alarm but you trust too much it will alarm 5 mins later and  failed to hear it. It does scream again but you are too busy at dreamlandia. Then you woke up 30 mins later cursing the imbecilic thing. Really, dear?

It does not bear with you. So you had set it at 6am, and it did its job of yelling at you to get up.  Tired and hangover as hell, you decided to skip breakfast and sleepily reset the alarm for additional 10 minutes. Only  you  did the resetting in your DREAMS and the next time you wake it’s 8am. Hey, don’t fret. Call the office for a leave now!

Panic bringer.  You stayed really late then your alarm blared like fire alarm signaling the start of day. Panicking you’ll be late you jumped off, dashed to the bathroom and went back to bed really annoyed to realize it’s your day-off or it’s a holiday. Hey, do not blame the object. Blame yourself for not checking out what you have programmed for the week. Or better go back to sleep.

10 THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT FOOD

1.    It’s boldly bland.  Maybe the chef likes to play it safe this time and trust the condiments sitting on your table to give taste to that ever unappetizing steak.

2.    It’s superbly salty. I like salty foods but too much of it especially on a soup is like running out of potable water and resort to seawater. That moment with your very first big bite and you realized; “Oh, this dish must be called salt with beef not beef with salt.”

3.    It’s sanity-ripping spicy. So you had your moment spreading the hot sauce on your dish and seconds later you regretted it like hell because it’s firing back. You’ve tumbled and rolled. Gulped cold water and even fanned your mouth. Now relax. Get some milk.

4.    It’s horribly hairy. Hair strands on your seafood paella? Gross.

5.    It’s leafy. Because you are a certified carnivore and a self-declared meatatarian.

6.    It’s meaty. Because you are vegan. Or simply an animal advocate.

7.    Its name is not its taste. How many of us here have fallen victim to food that sounds so mouthwatering, and cool, and exotic leaving us to imagine how unique and sumptuous we ordered without thinking and ending up effing disappointed leaving us hail curses under breath.

8.    It’s not what it is. Have you ever been so lucky to catch your favourite mechado on the menu but looks like afritada and tastes like adobo? Three dishes in one order? How fortunate.

9.    It’s indeterminate. There are foods that are served too hot it burns your tongue. And your lap if you spill it. There are also foods that are served too frozen (though not needed and you did not expect it to be ) it feels your teeth are falling apart.

It just can’t be right. Those times when you find that meat in stew swimming. Or your spaghetti all but pasta and meager sauce while you are digging for the hotdogs and meatballs.