Moving Forward!

Yes, I am alive!

I can't say "I'm back" though, for one main reason: there is no assurance that I am indeed back on the blogging, and if this time it is for real. The past three months were a whirlwind of learning and adjusting to new people, places, things... New life, perhaps?

What I can say is that my blogging would still be intermittent bordering on nil-nada-zilch. Aside from the fact that I rarely use a computer outside the office now, when I do, I always end up choosing to do other things. I love writing, especially if it's recording my daily life experiences, musings, and whatnot, but sometimes I find comfort in just keeping things reserved. At some point, I felt like I was on the verge of winning the Queen of Overshare crown. As much as it sounds like it's a royal award, I don't think I would like that.

Anyway, this will probably be the last of my journal entries...

For the year! Haha! I don't think I can ever let go of this blog. I've deleted a ton of things that contained years of memories; all those posts prior to the first entry of the rebirth of this blog, and I'm not about to put this all to waste. I will keep this like it's treasure.

I probably won't be writing as frequently as I did when I was in school; back when I had time to write endlessly because I always put off doing my homework. Haha! And I probably won't be writing as much about the details of my life, just because. I never really worried about security or stalkers or whatever; I always believed that I was responsible for everything I published and I still hold that idea that everything that goes on here will be accountable to me. It's just that life gets pretty mundane one moment and super exciting the next. I guess if I write about everything from both ends and everything else in between, I would run out of things to say, and I wouldn't want that. Or if I keep having words to say, which is mostly the case, I would become less interested in what life has for me.

I want to keep this blog for... I dunno. I don't wanna have a purpose for this anymore. Maybe this creature of habit finally found her kryptonite at breaking the writing habit, I don't know. It would be sad but rest assured that I will be coming back. To write about a new career opportunity, to write about family, to write about life and love, to write about the random things I always do, to write about what what drives me to go through day to day...

That said, I will be moving forward, with myself, with work, with family, with love... With life. I am now keeping a journal (yes, the old school one!) and so far have been unsuccessful at making the quota of writing one entry a day! Haha. Quantity doesn't deem to important nowadays when all that matters is that I write with the heart and the mind in the same direction.

Thank you, 2011. You have been an amazing, amazing, amazing year. No words for the greatness you have brought into my life. Welcome, 2012. I have high hopes with you!

And to you, my friend, here's to yet another year gone by and to another year to make hella awesome memories again! Cheers!

Quarter Life Musings

I wrote this earlier this afternoon while I was in the office, idling away into a void. There are days like such at work. Oh, but that's a day in my life lately. The amount of work spikes and dips like crazy, which solely depends on the demands of my boss. Not that he demands in-a-bad-way-demands for things to be done, he's a nice boss! *buyaaag, knocks on wood*

Anyway, it's the eve of my 21st birthday, and for the first time in weeks, I shall post an entry in my seemingly neglected cyberspace of a blog.

It's the eve of my 21st birthday and for the first time in weeks, I have decided to write down all my musings that have been on my mind for a couple of months now.

It has been just a little over a month when I defended my thesis; yes, my thesis that has plagued this blog for almost a year! Before my thesis term happened, I vowed to focus, focus, and focus! Having no more than three academic units that term when thesis started, I certainly had no other responsibilities, save for my beloved Green Media Group (GMG). Since then, I seem to have lost connection to the outside world. It's not like I lost my social life totally (because I admit I lost half of it) or that I suddenly decided to become a hermit or hide under a rock; it's more like living life entirely and solely for the completion of thesis. For seemingly endless months, thesis had been my life.

I won't delve on thesis any more since, like I said, this blog is full of it. If you track back until around say, September 2010 in Retrospective Perspective (archives), and you'll find the answers to all your questions. Haha!

Anyway, that part of my life is over and done, but the heartache lives on, insiiiide. TOTALLY KIDDING. (If you're someone I really get along with, admit it, you sang that part. Haha.) Seriously, now that it's over and done, I have been thinking about a lot of things: from the past, all those mistakes and learning from them; the present, how thankful or spiteful I have become toward a lot of things; and the future, what lies ahead as I linger in this uncertain present.

This isn't exactly "quarter life crisis" like what a few of my peers say that they're currently experiencing or recently have undergone. For one, I see no crisis in my situation; and two, let me save us the argument by saying that the average lifespan of a human being is about 80 years old, so I can definitely say that at 20, this is quarter life. Haha!

I have done way too many things in only two decades. Presenting, my life summary so far.

For the earlier part of my life, I may have only acted according to somebody else's will (say, my parents) because they say it's what's right or it's for the best. Also during my childhood, I probably just thought, acted, and spoke the way that society and culture expected me to. Looking back on that part of my childhood, I have no regrets. I was just a kid after all. I can even say that I have had a great childhood. You know, nothing tragic like homes catching fire or serious illnesses; nothing extraordinary like winning the lottery as well. I couldn't have asked for anything more when I was born into a loving home with a dad and mom who love each other unwaveringly to create a nurturing environment, and a brother who I share a love-hate relationship with; you know how siblings are.

When I finally learned to think, act, and speak out of my own volition, I also began to realize how complex the seemingly simple things have become. Maybe they were complicated to start with and I was just too young to realize it; or that they have always been pretty easy and I have grown to be the eccentric over-thinking being that I am. Either way, I have no regrets. I have done stupid things that cost me and some others their valuable time, effort, and energy; something I'm not very proud of, but we all have those skeletons in our closets, don't we? Yet I make sure to never let it surface. I have become a beacon of negativity during a short phase of my adolescent life. That's one thing I would prefer to be erased from my memory, but that would mean I won't learn from it.

I can proudly say that I am not that person anymore. Well, at least when it came to perspectives about life in general. Dad constantly reminds my brother and I about, beyond physics, how the law of attraction (The Secret by Rhonda Byrne) will keep us motivated about anything we set our minds to; and mom makes sure we don't just hear dad's words of wisdom but actually listen to it and live it.

The new chapter of my life when I started studying at the university back in 2007 was a turning point for most of what and how I am now. College changed me from that wallflower back in high school. 2008 didn't make much positive difference, though, making a big leap from awesome to plain ohmygod-why-is-this- happening. Gladly, 2009 was the year of recovery and recuperation, the year of steady! Come 2010, my college batch mates started graduating and gettin jobs, while I, completing my course curriculum requirements stayed at university and making good use of my spare time being immersed and trying to be useful to GMG. Thesis was set to commence that year as well. The rest is history, let's leave it at that. Haha, you know it when you know about it and my lips stay sealed; I'd love to give my emotions a break! Haha.

As for 2011... Brace yourself for the cliche. It is a rollercoaster ride.

Inexplicable level of stress. Too much unnecessary drama. Bewildering spontaneity. That and everything else! I'd be exaggerating but it's safe to say that everything that can happen to me to make my life interesting has probably happened already.

And most recently, my forthcoming graduation from the university, finally. October 15, 2011, mark it.

Highest of highs and lowest of lows, thirteen terms of going to and from both ends of the emotional spectrum is the best four years and three months of my life. For everything, regardless of anything, I am and will forever be grateful! Thank you, Lord.

Today, I say good bye and thank you for the irreplace much more and memorable twenty years! And cheers to you for being a proactive part of my life. Cheers to creating a lot more of those in the years to come!

See you around in this voyage to greatness!

Emancipation

For the past months, I have not veered away from the topic of thesis in most of my blog entries. I'm more thankful that you stuck around for this long than I am sorry that this is getting sickening for you. After all, I don't have a particular theme for my blog, but me. Haha, pardon the narcissism if that's how you see it because not once have I intended for this to be in such way; just my online memory box. Anyway, back to the issue.

I hope and pray that THIS shall be the last of my thesis-related blogging saga, because today, my thesismates and I are finally emancipated from all requirements of our degree program's curriculum.

In behalf of Meryl and David of Working Lunch Productions, *insert magical chimes SFX* behold, all 55 pages of nine laborious yet fulfilling months of thesis goodness, hard-bound for the University Archives!

Sure, graduation is a month and a half away but I can't dwindle into idleness, right? Thus, September 1 marks the onset of an uncertain future.

Oh My Jux!

Yesterday, my friend and high school batch mate, Chokie (Lalaine to you!), asked me if I've seen The New Web's (TNW) article about Jux, the new blogging platform I told you about in a previous entry. She says that my Jux page/site was featured! I was ecstatic upon learning about it but I simply couldn't check it out just yet! I was minutes away from defending my thesis, finally achieving 99% of my university requirements, and eventually that college diploma.

So today, I checked out the article from TNW, and voila!

I feel a bit guilty that I've neglected Jux for a long time. And this blog, too! I promise to post more frequently from now on, since I really have no excuse about being busy with thesis anymore. (OMG, I'm done with thesis. It hasn't sunk in 100% yet. Haha!)

On the side, last August 17, Lalaine recognized her favorite bloggers by giving out these awards:

Guess what? I got my first (second and third?) blog award! Haha! I don't think I'm worthy, though. My blog might be one of Chokie's favorites but to be awarded with these... I humble myself and thank Chokie with all my heart!

P.S.

I know I'm supposed to include some information and answer a few questions and all that but I'm afraid this entry is too long. Maybe in another entry! ;)

Today's Specialty: Grilled Steak

We carnivores have our own preferences when it comes to how we want our steaks to be grilled: rare, medium rare, medium, or well done. Before that, though, we make sure we have the cut that is just right: filet, ribeye, strip, T-bone/porterhouse, or sirloin.

Today, 16 different cuts of steak (me included) were grilled. No matter how hard each steak cut wished to be grilled rare, the cooks wanted them all medium to well done. It's not exactly a bad thing for all of the steak cuts; how we were grilled actually helped to get the flavor out, almost to the point of charring. The bottom line is that each steak is cooked enough, ready for the October celebration!

Below: (1) Steaks aka thesis groups (2) condiments, garnish, flavoring aka thesis project (3) party time! [Wow, incoherent images in one collage. Tsk. I need more than my REM sleep tonight.]

Pardon the metaphor, it's a metaphor of the hungry! Haha.

My group's defense wasn't exactly exemplar or stellar but we couldn't be more satisfied about how everything fell into place, even if some needed a bit of adjusting. October graduation, here I come! :)

Tried and Tested Thesis Today

Oh, for the love of alliterations. The title is an alliteration, my favorite form of poetry. I think the photo pretty much says it all: video worked, we're satisfied, it feels surreal.

Oh, Mullet!

So I got my hair cut, right, and I've been getting mixed comments from a diverse set of people:

1. Lesbian. Yes, this had to go first. It hit home so bad I still feel like my brother's fist hit me right between the eyes. No offense to the LGBTQ community, though! I love, support, and respect you with all my heart and my friends can attest to that. I just didn't expect it; much less from my brother!
2. Younger. Oh, really? Yay me, then!
3. Mature. What? Make up your minds, friends.
4. Dancer. As in the likes of hip-hop (for lack of better term?) dancers. I dunno, must be the "swag" that comes with it? Haha!
5. Rocker. Again, it must be the swag? *sigh* This remains a mystery...
   

NOT!!!

As a tribute to my hair for surviving both pleasant and harsh comments straight from the hearts of friends and (frenemies, haha kidding) for the past six days, I finally confirmed what style my hair is sporting now: mullet! I know, it was big with women of the 80's (Cyndi Lauper was one of the wilder pegs) and not in this decade, nuh-uh.

Somehow I wanted something different and all I told the stylist was to keep the length, add body, and layer until my head feels lighter. And it did feel a lot lighter after cutting most of the outer part of my shoulder length hair almost to the bangs-level! Another thing, the peg from previous blog entry is definitely what my hair style is now! Haha!

My friend Jacob helped me to finally identify the closest and most appropriate (should have been) peg: THE RUNAWAYS!

Kristen Stewart for The Runaways (2010) with her role as Joan Jett.

Well, my hair's not as razor-snipped-layered as the photo above, but a thick set of locks like mine with a little over the ideal amount of poof calls for fly-away-in-all directions kind of style!

Now I get why some said "rocker" look!

I'll post a decent photo of my so-called Joan-Jett-inspired-but-not-really hair as soon as I get enough hours of sleep so I don't look like I've been sporting the wasted-ish rocker look. Because I'm not. My eyes just happen to have the natural "smokiness" to it; also known as eye bags. HAHAHA!

So this will be it for now.

P.S.

I've been so stressed, emotional, and anxious today. This entry has been very therapeutic.

Word Vomit IV

Pardon me, I'm hormonal. I'm stressed, anxious, and emotional.

"Good job! Little minor versions of one whopper of a scapegoat, aka us, huh? Standing ovation, take a bow."

"You force me into thinking that you only survived because you've been sucking on my blood."

"I know in my heart that you don't give a flying duck about what the heck is happening with [it] but I just can't help but wonder how deeply dense you are. Anyway, it's just a thought. I know in my heart people like you have plastic wings; the more you soar higher, the more it is likely for your wings to melt. Have fun down there!"

On a lighter note...

"Telling me that you'll be gone in less than 30 days made me genuinely sad. It's heartbreaking! Don't leave!"

"You are my social life. Alam mo na yan!" (This still cracks me up like mad. I think Mini Stop's fried chicken has uppers. Hahaha.)

P.S.

All statements are for different persons. Y'all know who you are!

Impulse Killed Dilemma

To cut or not to cut my unbelievably thick hair has always been a question I've battled with for years. I can't keep it short because it's hard to manage the fly-away in all directions. I can't keep it long because it's still hard to manage because length and volume is bad combination for hair. Haha.

THE PEG:

Of course, I never really expected my hair to turn out like this. Blonde. Haha! I mean, this is staged. And my hair's too thick for a 'do as short and sassy as this. But I like the layers. I haven't been this vain in a long time. It's literally been years!

Haircut done out of impulse... Well, sorta. It usually takes me at least overnight to decide. I thought about just trimming my bangs, as usual. And mind you, it's only my bangs and it took me more than three days.

Ack. This is too much. :-S

Randomly, the thought about chopping my hair into a different style came to me yesterday morning, and hello, in less than 12 hours, I've lost this much hair! I can't believe it, too! Haha.

All together now! LOL.

P.S.

I wish my hair is blow-dried everyday. I kind of had a hard time keeping it neat and tidy today after my first shower. A few more trial-and-errors and I hope I'm good to go. See, this is why I need to think this kind of thing over. Hahaha.

End Credits

I've been all about end credits today, more specifically, about thesis. My bestfriend-sister-thesismate and I finally got through most of the hurdles in this thesis-making marathon! Even our thesis mentor said we're 90% done, so YAY! No other way to express this overwhelming happiness, but YAY!

Non-thesis news: RED UNDERWEAR MYSTERY NO MORE!!!

One of my favorite cartoons, Shaun the Sheep, has this mysteriously funny ending credits. I've been searching for a YouTube clip of it for over an hour now and I dunno if it's just that I can't find the right keywords or that a clip of it isn't available anywhere. I'm sorry, I'll just have to describe it to you:

I have always wondered why, at the end credits of the show, the sheep are staring at the red underwear then at you then back at the underwear, and then at you, as the text scrolls up on the left side. Well, as much as I found it difficult to find a video, it was too easy to find a forum that discussed it. (Yes, it is that intriguing that people talk about it online. Haha! Oh and yes, there's a Shaun the Sheep forum!)

Anyway, my ultimate question has been answered, finally! Now I know! Hahaha!

That's interesting ending credits for you! ;)

Knowing that we're 10% away from when my life really begins, I can allow myself a good rest as I count sheep (woohoo pun intended) tonight!

A Few More Hops

I smell it. I hear it. I feel it. I see it.

A hop away and I can finally taste it! No, not the carrot, silly. Haha.

The taste of sweet success that awaits at the end of this unbelievably long, tedious, and laborious tunnel of hard work and anvils and anvils of sacrifice that rested for months too long upon my shoulders. (Whoo, what a mouthful. Of carrots, haha JK.)

I dreamed with my eyes wide open. I took a leap of faith. I ran blindfolded. I slept with my mind fully awake.

A few more hops and this bunny will get the prized carrot she has yearned for so long.

One last hurdle and my life, in the real, big, bad world, begins.

But She Said No, No, No

We all tried to make her go to rehab, but she said nothing else but: no, no, no.

I'm all excited, watching the Philippine (football team) Azkals vie for a spot for the next FIFA World Cup. As I always do, I tweet my every reaction and observation. And then I saw a number of tweets with "Amy Winehouse" and "RIP" in the same Twitter entry. So I look up if it's true because I just can't ignore how my heart is breaking, and it's true!

CLICK TO RISK HEARTBREAK ABOUT AMY'S DEATH.

(Not much details here, yet. It's just the first entry I saw about the death on Google.)

I can't deny that I never saw this coming. What with all the to-and-from-rehab headlines and forgetting-the-lyrics-to-her-own-songs-at-concerts episodes, we all knew she'd go early. I just didn't think she'd die at 27 years of age. I think she saw her death coming, though. Her recent forgot-the-words episodes during her Euro-tour concerts are evidence enough that she's been using and abusing way too much.

Oh, God. My heart can't stop crying. I was washing the dishes earlier and the last song that my iPod played was Valerie, come on. Oh, Amy. So young! Her death broke my heart but she will be forever in it, as soon as it's fixed.

Your music will live on forever, love!

Doing What You Love

There are certain things that seem ordinary to a lot of people but not to you. It ignites the tiniest spark of interest that grows into this uncontrollable wildfire of ideas that results into an overwhelming mass of motivation and eventually, fulfillment.

Most people won't give a hoot that I love exhausting myself with backstage and media productions. In fact, some might hate such activity. No matter how much hassle it is when interspersed with college and family responsibilities among other things, I do it for the love of giving into what makes me happy. Sure, the demands can be improbable, but that doesn't mean I can't improvise to make the tasks possible; tried and tested, my friend: four years! I lived through four years of bureaucracy by bending but never breaking rules because I know I will only be truly happy to know that I tried and risked, at the least. I do what I do because I love how people of all walks of life become a part of my success and fulfillment.

By doing what you love, you add a little extra effort in and the inevitable extra exhaustion hits rock bottom to the point of power depletion. Doing what you love makes all the effort and energy spent worthwhile! The payoff is always the trophy and gold medal to your seemingly endless marathon, knowing that from the gun start, you have been determined to breeze through it all to the end.

Sometimes, though, I feel that what I do is thankless. (Believe you me, I'm not yearning for credit where it's un/due; four years with my school org taught me that. It's just that I'm a person, too, and I hit rock bottom sometimes. Haha.)

I worked as production assistant today, to a project that my friend is producing, care of the production company she's currently connected with. And I realized that the thanklessness I felt/feel is not always the case with the industry I'm moving around in. It depends with the client/people you're dealing with, the weight of the workload, and the massive amount of pressure upon your shoulders.

In contrast to what I experienced with previous projects (I'm not about to specify where these projects took place and who are involved, haha), today taught me that regardless of your passion in what you do, external forces (such as people's understanding of your task, purpose, or whatnot) determine the intensity of fulfillment that awaits you in the end.

When people understand what, why, and how you do what you love, you're on the way to trashing the idea that your productiveness equates to nothing more than just exhaustion! Ultimately, just make sure you do it out of your own free will and not obligation or coercion. What matters is what's practical and I say practical is whatever makes your heart leap for joy. ;)

On Hold Until Further Notice

Taking a breather from thesis as I fly my butt to my home town, Davao City, tomorrow morning and come back to Manila after a full seven days. I feel guilty for putting things (namely thesis and nothing else) on hold to go on this mini-vacation. I can't help it though if my life was pretty much planned and The Bureau (Adjustment Bureau reference) suddenly decides to adjust my life plan.

I think we need to breathe once in a while. Sometimes, literally, especially when people and certain circumstances just do not make a good match and will eventually cause your blood to boil, your face to burn, and your sanity to go down the drain.

So grab that yellow tape and bind all your worries away... Until further notice! ;)

Lola Fridays: My Version of FFF

Two nights ago, I came home from one of the happiest and most carefree Fridays I've ever had in such a long time. I'm not much of a party-goer, as in those held in clubs because it's dark and noisy and just too high-maintenance a lifestyle for the life I'm used to; laid-back, chill, and simple. Nothing against my party-people friends, I would love to join them each chance I get but I'm just not happy. Haha.

Speaking of happiness, I was with a few of my best friends last Friday: Joh, AJ, Ivy, and Jacob. And man are they party people! Haha! It made me wonder if I somehow caused them a rare phenomenon that particular Friday night: "Lola Friday." (Cabrera, 2011.)

We met up at Greenbelt and played at Timezone, just like high school kids. We talked and jeered like college kids (well, Ivy and I are still in college haha). We bunked and settled at Chubby's Rib Shack, ate tons and drank so few, like the mature young adults that we are.

Joh, the ever so lovely best friend that I eternally miss!

This is me and the equally fabulous Ivy and Jacob!

Not in photo, everyone's boyfriend, AJ, who happens to be credited for these Instagram photos from AJ's new iPhone 4 White! So nice, I'm so jealous!

Welcome to my own FFF. Fiamma Fresh Fridays. Fun Friday with Friends!

Having a great time does not end where differences begin. I say, more Lola Fridays! ;)

Let's Jux!

It's like blogging, but taken to a whole different level! It's like Tweet-blogging in block text superimposed over an expressive photograph of your choice, with its own URL to boot!

Here are a few of my Block Quotes for now! Countdown and Slideshow, soon!

http://lipistik.jux.com

More Block Quotes and so much more at http://jux.com! Try it, it's so much fun!

Four Generations

Four generations of Green Media Group VP-Externals. Taken at GMG's GA for T1, AY 2011-2012, Y405, by Frank Francisco.

From Ayis to Cee to Memzie to Arlene... Lahat may side bangs swept to the right. Lahat dumaan sa braces. Above all, lahat maganda. :)) Number one yun sa job description and contract. Haha!

Like what Arlene said, I'm so glad to have been a part of this lineage of responsibility, commitment, and dedication. :)

What Drives You

What gives you motivation to do something? What inspires you to start one thing and push you enough to finish it? What then sets the limit for you?

Inspiration comes in spurts, just like "eureka" or light bulb moments. It's neither an involuntary thing nor is it something you can do at will. It's just natural, and you know it when it's there, knocking at your door or waving its arms in front of your face.

As for me, a meek creature of habit (or make that short-term hobby?), I get mundane-to-insane ideas in a span of a millisecond, just like an ordinary person. But unlike the ordinary creative person, I seldom put these ideas into action. I'm a planner; I plan to do this, to eat that, to go here, to try those, and to make lists like these that go on forever. I'm not a very good doer, though. I believe that time is my biggest rival. I always find myself going against it in a manner that I can barely manage! Say, for instance, I suddenly had this bright idea to make an art project; just because! I think about it at that moment, then day and night and then over and over, make plans, start preparing to make it happen--if I get lucky to even reach that part of the process. Must be the universe or just me, but I rarely finish (or start) on my brilliant personal goals. It's very frustrating, I just realized.

Just squeezing this in, a photo of my personal command center and limited necessary equipment! Haha. (Computer, external hard drive, microphone, SD card [in slot, not visible in photo] all cramped in a tiny space in my room.)

So at the birth of a very hopeful video blog channel at YouTube, I have recently reassessed my life's goals. Well, erm, haven't really gone to that level, if you know what I mean. (No? Uh, say, career + marriage + kids kind of thing. Haha.) Anyway, yeah, I realized how passive I have been for such a long time. I do not want to think it's underachieving just because I rarely get things done because I want it for me. Right now, I am head over heels hopeful that I can finally do things with my life (and free time) because I want to do it and not because I need to or somebody tells me to. As with my previous entry, I have stated there which things you may expect from my channel and hopefully that will keep me on track!

Sure, there's thesis now and other important responsibilities despite the intensity of dedication and determination I plan to put into this current interest of mine. I won't let this hobby get in the way of my priorities but I have invested in this "personal project" (yeah, let's call it that haha) enough to see its way through continuum, and hopefully increments of that fulfilling finish!

Introducing... Ze Lipistik!

This was taken hours before Taft Ave. became a water park, river, or whatever you wanna call it. "Falcon" is the typhoon name, FYI. My best friend and thesis mate, Meryl, and I were editing our thesis video under these weather conditions, both of us fairly far enough from our homes to cause innate panic about being stranded in the university, and stuff like that. Haha.

Sorry, I dunno how this video blogging goes; I'm more of a writer, hence the earlier birth of this blog. So I've been informally blogging for years, mostly just journal-type entries documenting the mundane to interesting things that happened in an eventful day. I've been really busy with a lot of things recently, mostly thesis, as you may know if you're updated with my life. Because of that, I don't have much time to compose my thoughts and write about anything. Well, maybe I can but let's just say I think I finally got my priorities straight. Hah!

So here's a video blog! As much as I want to write about that day, I think a video would be the best medium to remember the day by!

Lipistik Vlog#1: Pre-Falcon Wrath Randomness

WHY THE SUDDEN INTEREST AT VIDEO BLOGGING?

I've finally decided to ditch my old account in YouTube (dimple106) because I wanted a new username. Haha. But! I really meant to start a vlog. I've been thinking about it for maybe about a week, after one of my high school batch mates, Lalaine Inumerables, asked for a video recording saying hi-hello to our other batch mates back in Davao City; it's for a mini-reunion party for our batch. That way, we who are unable to attend the party because of geographical constraints will be present at least digitally. Haha. And that made me wonder if I could ever consider doing what a lot of video bloggers do: talk in front of hundreds or thousands, maybe millions.

Here's the thing, I really love talking. I frequently got into trouble back in grade school because I was too talkative. My calssmates get reprimanded by the teachers as well, don't get me wrong. But some of those times, I admit I was the source of it, too. Haha! I believe I'm a people-person, so anything that has to do with being oriented with people and engaging in conversations of any kind are my kind of thing. I can be very shy or timid at times, though. I'm not very good in public speaking, but I try. Haha. I'm more of a writer, like I said, hence this blog.

Recently, I've been so busy with a lot of things (READ: concluding college education) and I barely have time to prop up that blank Blogger page and write. And sometimes I have too much going on online *cough*Facebook Twitter YouTube*cough* that I find writing a bit tiring at the end of a long day. So here, I'm trying out my "skill" at vlogging, if there ever was any. Haha.

In my YouTube channel, expect:

1. Journal- / Documentation- / Narration-type vlogs
2. How-to's (probably about stuff you may already know but I do differently haha)
3. Music... Uh, stuff. No, not covers, I can never sing to save my life. Hmm, I plan to have electro/house/trance/dance music. Uh huh, exciting right? LOLJK.

P.S.
I wanted my YouTube username to be: "lipistik" because that's just how I want it, haha, but it's unavailable, says YouTube. Hmpf. So head on over to my YouTube channel: Ze Lipistik! (As in "THE" in a weird accent. Haha.)

One Hundred

I have a hundred ideas stuck in my head and I can't bring myself to start writing them down. I've been hibernating from blogging for the past week (or weeks?) for reasons not obvious but I'll say it anyway... God, I'm tired. I'm always tired when I get home after a long day of video editing. Last week was extra tiresome, especially last Thursday.

As in every university, students have involuntarily created a jargon that creates an identity unique to, for instance, La Sallians. One, among so many is Happy Thursday, a notion where each Lasallian's weekend starts on a Thursday night. At least that was the case for three-four years until this school year started wherein students were expected to have six-day class weeks instead of the four-day ones for which I'm very well used to. Haha. So anyway, I haven't had a Happy Thursday in a really long time but June 16, 2011 broke the uneventful Thursday streak!

DLSU Centennial Celebration: 100 Years of Lasallian Presence in the Philippines

DISCLAIMER: Given that this post is way late for a recap or at least to recount the day's events, please do not expect this entry to have such contents. As this blog has been a journal for a good number of years (yes long before this revamped version), this entry will contain no more than my insights and what not. Haha. Besides, there are too many news articles, personal blogs, and photos and videos by now, all documented that day fully. Simply, you cannot get them here, haha.

Anyway. Better a late post than to never post at all. Hah! So when I said that last week was extra tiresome, I wasn't even *this close* to exaggerating. I was up and about from dawn until a little after midnight the next day; oh, and not much sleep the day before that as well, if that's any clear visual of the situation, haha. So anyway, I was a part of the centennial celebration production team so last week was pretty much pandemonium in my eyes.

This is me, spotted by a good friend Camille Go, while at the stage, doing what I love to do. This photo is priceless! Hahaha.

I don't look very happy there, yes? Hah! Can you blame me? It's part of the happiness: all the confusion, stress, and pressure... It all boils down to getting through it all and feel happy after everything, realizing that once more, I made things happen. Well, it's not just me, duh, but simply being part of a big success, knowing how my contributions, huge or tiny, helped in managing the audience's experiences.

Like what our group's adviser said in our pre-production meeting: "This is not a simple production or show we're doing on Thursday. It's more of a big production where we manage the experience of our audience." (Well, that's not verbatim because he talked too fast, but that's the gist. Haha.)

This was the grandest production that ever happened in my life, YET... And probably my last with the Green Media Group. :') *sniff* I have shared a spectrum of emotions with the group I considered my family in the university for four years, the group with which I built my world around. Let this entry be my medium to express how thankful I am for what GMG and CAO has given to me; trust, knowledge, and experience.

Thank you to everyone who believed I can do things. Thank you also to everyone who doubted that I could, because I think I just got better and stronger. :> Haha! No, really, I can't imagine what has become of me now if not for GMG; not that I'm a big somebody now, but I know that I can break boundaries and still know my limits.

I have been given the rarest of opportunities to serve and lead. I may not yet be the person I want to be but it's all in the works. You have trusted me a hundred percent, expect that I give back to you a hundred times more.

Just Checking In

Hi. Just checking in to say I'm glad that I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing. (The Script, 2008.) Haha, no, really, I'm surviving this hell of an ordeal happening in my life as we speak. (Or as I type, whichever you prefer.) I hope everything plays out well for the next few days. I just need reassurance that all is well if not great, then I'd be happily posting happy entries again.

Meanwhile, take a look at THIS and be wary of your possessions and surroundings when traveling, especially in foreign countries like... Say, Indonesia? Do not lose composure, do not panic; use your head! Chyng Reyes' detailed account will be very helpful to us all, trust me.

This Too Shall Pass

I don't know if it's just my raging hormones going against me or if I finally reached the wick of my undying candle of patience and understanding. I cannot stress any more how exceedingly stressful Wednesday was. Definitely not the right way to start the term, to start the my final term in college. It wasn't how I pictured it at all.

Thursday was spent in hibernation, consultation, and reflection.

I've always looked at myself as a person of will and strength. Even the strong fall down sometimes. I feel so weak after everything that took place today. I don't know what to exactly feel anymore. I just know that I let myself down and I feel weaker than I ever have felt in my entire life. I'm physically-, mentally-, and emotionally-spent.

This too shall pass. You keep saying it over and over and over and it becomes real. I wish it was that easy. I say it over and over and over and I get tired and frustrated, and it just lingers even longer. All is well!

But Haley... *gasp* I love you!

Title inspired by Haley Reinhart's performance of I Who Have Nothing. Speaking of the song, I think it's her best performance ever on Idol, where Benny and the Jets gets bumped down to the second spot! I can't wait for her album to come out! I'm not saying she's already signed contracts and stuff but I'm confident that she'll be signing with a label sooner or later anyway, so I'll just carry on and suppress my heartbreak. Haha.

It took me about 10 seconds to accept realize that Haley won't be in the American Idol Season 10 finals. Haley Reinhart is real, raw, and organic talent! Hit me up if you know of someone who has the same raspy voice, amazing register, and remarkable personality rolled into one, and I shall reconsider my statement, and this entire entry.

Maybe she's too good for American Idol. Haha. Just like Casey Abrams and Pia Toscano. Looking at it, American Idol's best season *ever* will end in a blah country showdown, and this is me having nothing against Lauren Alaina and Scotty McCreery. Just saying.

Anyway. Here are my favorite performances of Haley America's Biggest Regret Reinhart:

I Who Have Nothing - BEST. PERFORMANCE. EVER. Vocals, arrangement, everything. Come on!

House of the Rising Sun - This gave me goosebumps all over my body!

Benny and the Jets - Tell me she ain't got no spunk and I'ma smack yo' head. Juzkiddin. But seriously, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, AMERICA? Hahaha.

You And I - She might as well make it her own. The fact that Gaga hasn't released this yet at the time of the performance, Haley definitely owned it. And the judges were probably too dumb to see it. Haha.

Moanin' - Duet with Casey Abrams. The scathing and growling combination was like bombing Hiroshima and Nagasaki from the World War II combined! Okay, maybe not to you, but it is to me!

*sigh*

What a waste. Then again, Haley Reinhart will have a soarin' music career.

I Get Crazier By The Hour!

The moment we got home from the mall... *snap*

I posted the photo on my Facebook Wall.

I missed Maroon 5 once so I made it a point not to miss Maroon 5 Live in Manila! (2011)! Woohoo! Uh, bronze tickets, not bad. HAHA. Well, I wanted more but I couldn't ask for more. I don't think I deserve any better; thank you, daddy! ♥ :)

Then I find myself posting it on Twitter.

See you, @adamlevine, you one of a kind god of perfection; so hot that heaven kicked you out to live with mortals.

As if one photo wasn't enough, I had to post it on on two (now, three) media. And tagging/mentioning/replying to Adam Levine (I can't even choose one photo from the Googled images oh my) in a lusty fan-girly message. God bless my soul. Hahaha!

The Final Wrap

"It's a wrap!"

You have to know how amazing that sounds. I've been saying the same phrase with the same amount of energy and conviction for six different days. Today, I overflowed with determination and hope that it will be the last time. I am confident that we have enough material to work on so that this extended time for our thesis completion will finally happen.

Although, I can never be too sure, especially when it comes to our thesis adviser's assessment of our finished product; the project that has been in the works for too long, in my honest and semi-bitter opinion, haha. Time to make this video super great! I pray that God sends down the Holy Spirit to guide us in every step that we make from now on; every minute detail. May Jesus live in my heart and keep me strong, confident, and determined... Now and forever!

Thank you to today's amazing crew: Gio San Pedro, Kay Adre, and AJ Cabrera. I'll speak for Meryl Algenio when I say: Thank you and we deeply appreciate all your help today! We love you!
Please, let this be a wrap. Let this be THE WRAP! Amen!

Want: The WVIL

I saw this from Saab Magalona's blog. My eyes popped out from its sockets and my jaw dropped. Hard. To the ground.

Concept Camera: The WVIL from Artefact on Vimeo.

Stefanoverload!

I can't get over it. I think it's the raging hormones, or I'd like to think so. I really hope it's just the hormones that's making me act like this; all hyperactive and crazy. I really hope so because otherwise, there's something seriously wrong with me now. Haha.

So I decided to just make an entry entirely about Stefano Langone, American Idol Season 10 contestant. His eyes, his lips, his voice... His everything... Come on, can I not go gaga over him? No, I can't. I go gaga each time he performs on stage. No, make it almost every time I lay my eyes on him! Haha, okay, OA na.

So here are some of my favorite performances of Stefano:

Lately - First time I heard it, I thought, "Whoa. Brave thing to do with the arrangement." It seems odd but looking at what kind of performer her is, we all know it works for him! ;)

If You Don't Know Me By Now - He sings with so much soul and passion that I bleed. No, not literally. Haha. *SIGH* I really, really, really, really (as in ever ever ever ever haha) would like to know Stefano by now. Haha.

Hello - Yes, baby boy. It's you I'm looking for. Haha!

Tiny Dancer - Voice range, amen.

Closer - THIS. IS. THE. PART. WHERE. I. BREAK. AWAY. FROM. ALL. SANITY. Y U SO FINE, MAN? I will come closer and I will marry you. Haha!

Oh, look at that, almost every performance is my favorite. Hahaha. Steffanoverload stops now. Bzzzt.

On a different note, Casey Abrams has something that belongs to me when he did Harder to Breathe: MY HEART. Haha! Not only because he did it so well and so fun and sexy and entertaining all at the same time but also because it's a Maroon 5 song (and you have to know I am head over heels in love with Maroon 5) and Casey didn't murder it; he owned it! Oh and that kiss? Tsk. You sneaky boy, you. *smug* Haha!

It's gonna suck big time if Stefano leaves tonight. I love him no matter what. Haha, okay, enough with my fangirliness.

No Day But Today

As the 2005 hit song (Kung Wala Ka - Hale) goes:

Natapos na ang lahat, nandito pa rin ako.

As I gather from my friends' Facebook and Twitter updates, this should be the night that I become ecstatic as I jump up and down with delight and joy as I view my grades online for the last time. But this isn't that night.

I can't wait.

June 2011 Graduation

APRIL FOOL'S!!!

Holding On

Whenever I complain or consider giving up (but not really), I hear from my family and friends the overused clichés that are: "Konting tiis na lang!" or "Malapit na! Kaya yan!" or "Hang in there!"

Given the Chairman's recent adjustment of my life plan (The Adjustment Bureau reference), I can only shrug my shoulders and reply: "Well, konting tiis pa pala." or "Malayo pa, pero one at a time. Kakayanin." or "That's what I've been doing; I'm gonna hang on some more."

When you've pretty much planned your life and some undesirable circumstances try to mess with it, you're up against the natural flow of fate. Or whatever it is that's trying to set your life on track. Sometimes it's just you, but you know, you can't have everything within your reach all the time. This time, it's out of my hands.

So I've press-released to my family and closest friends that I'll be finally graduating in June 2011, and suddenly, we had to defer our thesis for another term. So I won't be graduating in June, as planned; and I shall wait for October to get my hands on that college diploma. Who knows, we might be able to produce one hell of a thesis video as we are given more time to perfect it. I felt broken and devastated but I'm back on my feet and I have more heart and motivation to still be in the race.

Because really, there's nothing more to hold on to but my own determination, hard work, and positivity.

. . .

An ellipsis is a series of marks that calls for an intentional omission of words, or a provocation of thought, whatnot. Right now, an ellipsis best describes my current state of... Speechlessness? Oh, not even. The fact that I have these words now makes it null.

It's just that... I can't bring myself to be any more forcibly optimistic in the same way that I can't let myself delve into pessimism.

I am capable only of apathy and numbness; I incessantly fall into a pit of endless space that I can't seem to decide whether I'm sinking or floating. I cannot decide if what I see is black, white, or gray. I don't know if it's colored, either. Even my knowledge of colors seem to be subject of doubt.

Un-think, un-think, un-think, please... All these undesirable musings; these musings that do not seem far from reality. It comes into full circle, I realize, as reality, yet again, proves to be unworthy of cognitive desire. But it has not happened yet. I hope it won't, that mind-boggling possibility.

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing. I'm holding on, I'm holding on, I'm barely holding on to you.

I can't sleep. I'm too busy fighting with the demons in my head.

Indie Un-Film 2011

Are you ready for a new perspective?
March 19, 2011
SM Mall of Asia, Cinema 1
Public screening at 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM
Awarding ceremony at 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM
Ticket price: P200

Here are the finalists for the Indie Un-Film 2011!

Learn more about Indie Un-Film!

Website | Facebook | Twitter

See you there!

Dream Drought

Dance of Dreams - Acrylic on canvas by Josephine

A friend once told me that our dreams are sort of premonitions to reality. We don't exactly remember the dream but it feels like it's already been experienced by our minds, and our minds tell us it's a feeling of deja vu; a sensation of vague familiarity. But why are there dreams that we do remember? Notice how those that we remember tend to be strange, unreal, and well, dreamy? I'm not an expert on dreams or whatever, but here's my take: we remember them because they simply are weird enough to happen in the real world; it stands out like a green apple among red ones! (American Idol 10's Brett reference. Haha.)

I think the subconscious dictates most of what our Mr. Sandman brings into our sleep. In the same way, bothersome thoughts and other worries do the same. So do the entire spectrum of feelings we experience each day, especially those that surface easily. Here's a conversation I had with my best buddy last night (well it was mostly me talking hahaha):

Gotta Keep On Writing!

Missing in action over this blog for almost three weeks, I cannot stress any further how thesis and practicum has made me crazy-busy.

Thesis business has transcended from research and paper writing to scriptwriting and all the crazy pre-production requirements, and finally, shooting; and re-shooting this weekend! I hope we capture better shots this time around so it's all down to stitching all the clips together into a winner thesis video! Haha. And then there's practicum! It's not that taxing, really. I can't say much yet because I think I need to gather all my thoughts first, haha. But it's fun! The only thing I dislike about it is that I live so far away! (It's not even an aspect of practicum, I know. Haha.) Anyway, practicum days have become a process with regard to commuting: jeep-MRT-walk to the office, and then reverse on my way home.

I also love how my best friend and I don't get sick of each other or fight or whatever kahit araw araw na kaming nagkikita at buong araw magkasama. Hello, maybe that's why we're best friends? Haha. We have not run out of things to talk about, thank heavens. Or maybe because we can't help that our minds have the same brain works.

High School Kids On A Saturday Night

So we play the old-fashioned game. It's a cliché and I like it.
In case you're wondering what that nip-slip of a photo is behind the card:

Text Message Day

I really have no idea what to write right now. Last night, February 13, I had some things on my mind I wanted to blog about on a day like Valentine's Day. I was too sleepy and I thought it would be more apt to write about V-Day on the day itself; like, how mine went and all.

This morning, I received several text messages from this boy that went well with the day's "theme" but not with the days tasks. It's really confusing. A bit stressful, too, given all the things I needed to accomplish. The text messages turned into an invitation to dinner on Friday, yay! About time. Haha! Anyway, it was the usual vague conversation but at least we got one detail right. Only for it to be retracted because of inconsistencies with his schedule, which was a bummer; but he did try to redeem himself right away. We settled on a casual Thursday dinner.

That said, I can't deny the giddy feeling that's been fluttering in my tummy. Hihi.

That said, I'm not easily swayed. This morning, I sent a really mushy text message to the best girl friends that a girl can ask for! And I stand by what I said, which I sadly can't retrieve from my phone with such uhmayyyzing performance; try, deleting messages on its own. *_*

My friends (or sisters?) taught me how to be thankful for what I have and not yearn for what I don't or can't have. Aren't they just the best? :) You wouldn't know, but I tell you, they simply are. ;)

Ugly title.

Go, Shoot!

Yes, thesis-related entry. Don't skip this, no ranting this time!

My thesis group, Working Lunch Productions, finally got the "go" we so longed for from our thesis mentor last night. We literally exhaled a sigh of relief; a loud one, at that. Meryl can attest to that, haha.

And just tonight, David texts us about showing us something so we should go online right away. Here, take a look at this and tell me one good reason why I shouldn't get the least bit excited about shooting!

Thanks to Hannah Adriano for the logo, and I assume, Michael Pujol and David for this animation!

Slow Down

My third year high school Christian Living teacher's status in Facebook this afternoon:

There will always be deadlines, pressures, and work. So ask yourself, "What did you do today that will last?" Do you live your life doing what is urgent, or doing what is important?

This made me pause. I sat back and reflected. It's always a breather to see things like this. It makes me rethink my purpose, evaluate my priorities, and fuel my motivation.

The Test Run

That's a working title. That, or The Ortigas Experience? Or The Ortigas Explorers? Or The Practicum Hunting? Or The 5 Km Exercise? Or... Ugh. I can't even!

Meryl and I hunted down our soon-to-be-practicum office in Ortigas. You know, to get the feel of the commute experience; how long it takes, how far we need to walk, things like that. What's funny was that we were being our usual selves while in the MRT: chatty mode. The first flaw came from my mouth as we spontaneously alighted at Shaw instead of Ortigas. Let's not make the storytelling as long as the time it took us walking, and just say that we were forced to explore.

Basically, there was a lot of evaluating, strategizing, and overthinking. After which, there wasn't much thinking going on anymore. I swear, we tried. We really did try to understand how the Golden Spoon ordering process worked. Hahaha! What is, mind and body is wasted?

We never got it right because we had to keep turning major left. Get it? *HIGH FIVE* What a way to end January, right? I hope February wouldn't be as exhausting. NOT. Wishful thinking!

Lesson learned: It's useless to consult a map if you can't identify North from South. T_T

Emotions On Overdrive

You know when a girl has this time of the month that the red flag is raised? Based on observation, hearsay, and experience, that's when the girl becomes too emotional and sensitive over the smallest things. Well, my hormones must be running wild! See, I recently finished that part of the cycle, okay TMI, but I can't get any more ridiculous today!

I stayed home all day, partly because I had no business in school or elsewhere. I was drained from yesterday, too. But for the most part, I was (still am) scared to bits about the recent bus bombing incident at Ayala Ave. So I stayed in my pajamas, had n bowls of cereals, and watched newly downloaded movies.

Emotions On Overdrive (EOO) Symptom # 1:

I laughed too much while watching Easy A. Well, props, if it really was that funny. I loved it! Also, I got too excited about Olive's wit and the whole wordplay thing going on. I felt so down for her when things got really messed up. Like, come on, Cee. What up?

EOO Symptom # 2:

I cried over a random scene in Across the Universe when the movie barely started laying out its plot. I thought I recovered well when I began to sing with the cast to the tunes of The Beatles. No, bad recovery, even. I bawled my eyes out some more during Jude and Lucy's forcied means of separation.

While enjoying my movie-watching, Mom alerts me about an incident in one of the residential condominiums currently under construction at Paseo de Roxas. Construction workers were killed from a gondola fall of almost 30 floors.

EOO Symptom # 3:

Add to the fact that the recent incident was spine-tingling, I can't believe I got goosebumps all over my body. I can't help but be all jumpy and jittery at the smallest things. Makati City has been the hot spot for bad news lately.

Last year's season of American Idol bored me. After the new set of judges for American Idol 10, though, I got myself quite hooked again. Plus, I expected that talents were running low, so I felt rejuvenated to see that this year, a lot of hopefuls can still bring it! Take Chris Medina from the Wisconsin auditions.

EOO Symptom # 4:

Come on. It's not only his tragic story, which I think will be bashed by haters very soon; say a couple of hours. He sang the most beautiful of all songs in my life's soundtrack. He sang it really well with his own twist. I'm the The Script was proud of him. And how can I not shed a tear when he said, "What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?" I hope men in all forms and walks of life were listening.

My eyes are too puffy now.

Going Zombie

I get the weirdest dreams lately, ones that don't make an inkling of sense or reason. I wake up early only for thesis, and if not, I find that it's only early enough to sleep again. And when I do need to sleep, I can't seem to have my eyes shut and mind relaxed. Sure, maybe all I need is to reset my broken body clock. I've been working on it.

Meryl and I revised our script for thesis for five hours at the Yuchengco lobby. My body hurts; back, neck, and butt. Even my jaw aches sometimes. Am I deteriorating? Anyway, I almost lost my phone today. I was in a rush while I packed up my laptop and charger that I forgot to place it in my bag or even my jeans pocket. Sigh. I almost died panicking for two minutes. It lasted that fast because of the kindness (quite expected, so luck perhaps would be apt?) of the friendliest Diar's maintenance lady I know in all of La Salle. Like, I make small talk with her sometimes, but mostly, I flash a big smile and wave at her. Hehe. She's super nice. I thanked her so much I thought she'd get irritated. Hahaha. Sorry, phone is life these days. Anyway, I hope I don't get a disciplinary offense for "losing" a property or valuable, no matter how minor it is. *SIGH*

Makati, after yesterday's bus bombing at Buendia-EDSA, does not look safe to me anymore; neither business nor residential district. Manila never looked safe to me, ever. Haha, okay, you get the point. Some riding-in-tandem snatching happened again earlier. *SHUDDER* What is happening to Metro Manila? To the Philippines? It's not safe anywhere anymore!

Okay, last leg of word vomiting... Look at this!!! :)

ADORABLE, RIGHT? Aaaaacccckkkk!!! My friend inboxed me the link in Facebook because she said the piglet reminded her of me. O_O Thanks a lot, huh. I don't mind, the little piggy's cute anyway. Haha. Photo from Flickr user: Brittney (whisker snaps photo)

The photo made my day, really. I have a new desktop wallpaper, if the owner won't mind. Hehe.

I Can Ogle All Day

I watched The Tourist with my mom today. After which, we watched Little Fockers, too. But I especially loved the former. Interesting plot, amazing twist, and tasteful musical score. I realized that despite the aburrida mood I can't help but channel today, I can and will never EVER get tired of ogling at the faces of the Johnny Depp and the Angelina Jolie.

Eyegasmic, how the world possesses such beautiful creatures! Haha.

I mean, come on. What better faces to ogle at than...

... the sexiest woman and man who ever lived in this lifetime.

Okay, ending extreme fan-girl mode now.

Facebook Is Hiring!

I was playing my current Facebook Application game addiction: CityVille (see my beautiful town below, hihi)

when the page freezes and is suddenly redirected to Facebook's Careers page.

I don't know if I clicked on something or it was all automated that I was brought to that page. I just find it odd that I never really considered working for an internet-based company. (Not that I'm already employed in a non-internet-based company now. Haha! Just something my internalizations might have missed.)

I remember one of the topics we had in my Organization Theory class(es), the virtual organization. I wonder if Facebook is that way. Maybe I should read up on it, yes? I never really gave it much thought anyway. It's time to know. Haha. So anyway, I browsed through it and I realized that I could fit into the Communications & Public Policy department;

I'd like to think I write fairly well hehe, and my four years of college education is on communication, in bulk. Wala lang, interesting, what with all the practicum-hunting I should seriously be doing and all, it seems worthy to be given some thought. I mean, look at the openings! Isn't it Org Comm enough? ;)

100th Entry

How apt is it to start the year with my 100th blog entry? Not as apt as ending with the 100th and starting with the 101st! But oh well, I'll have to make do with the 100th.

Anyway, we all know how New Year's Resolutions go. You make a decision to do or change something, something big and drastic, and expect to have it done with by the end of the year. Honestly, I gave up on those a long while back. Say, high school. Hehe. I make a resolution, and mid-January, bam! It's gone; either forgotten or deliberately ignored.

As I always say, 2007 was a year of adjustment and adapting. 2008 was a year of pain, loss, and a lot of sadness. 2009 was the booming year of recovery! 2010 was even better! I really know already where I should stand and for how long, how tightly or lightly to grasp at things, stuff like that. So since last year ended two days ago, and I'll have nothing much going on with my life at the top half of 2011 but thesis, OJT, and GMG, I decided to have a resolution again. But this time, I'll be really goal-oriented and specific, and I'll make sure the goals are feasible, too. Haha.

I shall add the following list to my side bar so I could tick them off one by one. It didn't work when I tried to remember it; didn't work even when I wrote it down on paper... Or that time I posted my resolution on my bedroom wall. *sigh*

• Get an SSS number
• Start running again
• Take driving lessons
• Get a driver's license
• Enroll in boxing class
• Stop eating food with high cholesterol and starch content
• Stop eating Minimize intake of sweets (ice cream, cake, chocolates, etc.) hihi
• Wake up before noon, sleep before minight
• Gradually stop bad habits (Yes, vague, I know. But this blog is public. Heehee.)
• Have a boyfriend (Oops. Valid goal, but so not a valid resolution! Haha!)

Well, that's all I could think of for now. I just hope I get the motivation I need.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!