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!

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!

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.

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! ;)

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!

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.)

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.

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.

June 2011 Graduation

APRIL FOOL'S!!!

. . .

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.

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.

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? ;)

Cartoon Advocacy

To me, it all started with this anonymous entry on my Formspring account.

"Change your facebook profile picture to a cartoon from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same. Until monday there should be no human faces on facebook, but an invasion of memories. This is for violence against children.."

I said it sounded like work to me but I'll join the bandwagon when everyone's there. For reasons known only to me, and for you to most likely not find out, I liked my profile photo. Sure, I changed it once but my face is surely cartoon enough to be in sync with the fad. Haha!

So I was battling with myself, whether or not I should join the bandwagon of changing profile photos into a cartoon character, when I stumbled upon this amusingly witty photo of Dexter (Morgan or Laboratory, I can't tell) while looking through Google images for a cute photo of Deedee. Hihi. SO CLEVER!

Oh, and here's the Deedee photo I found. Sneaky! Cute, no? :)

Double Down

During commercial breaks of Manny Pacquiao's fight with Antonio Margarito on local TV, a brilliantly engaging KFC ad for its new product floods the airtime. Brilliant, because that ad sent people flocking through KFC branches, at least those that I visited. In my circle, there has been this undying hype about the KFC Double Down. Not only was the ad effective, in my opinion, chicken-meat-on-chicken-meat-with-bacon-cheese-and-mayo-in-between is nothing but intriguing.

Needless to say, Double Down has always been sold out each time I visit a KFC branch. The hype excites me as it frustrates me. A couple of days ago, I decided to give up on the quest for that elusive and intriguing Double Down. I told myself that if I ever get to try it, ever, it better give justice to my expectations. I don't want to prolong this entry as I have deviated yet again from my main goal for tonight.

Tonight, Daddy brought home a bag from KFC. Voila.

It's oily, salty, chicken-meaty. Exactly the way I expected it to be. Hands down to KFC for amazing advertising!

After everything it has put me through, it deserves a photo opportunity so that it is immortalized on this blog; something to remember it by, how it had me pulling at my hair and gnashing my teeth each time the clerk at the counter said: "Sold out na po eh."

Randumb Musings

I realized that I will soon be enrolling online, and I will finally have to click the "YES" radio button when asked: "Are you graduating?" Or was it? Basta, to that effect. I'm so giddy. I pray that all goes well with thesis, this and next term.

Speaking of thesis, I currently have five books from the university library. And note that last Wednesday was my first time to check out a book. What is I've-been-a-passive-library-person all my life in college until now?

I love it that my R&B-, Rap- and Urban-loving 16 year-old brother loves the song Little Person by Jon Brion. Cute, yes? :) He even asked how I got it. Thanks, Meryl! Hihi.

I want to thank Meryl in advance for posting our treatment shoot behind-the-scene photos from last Friday. I hate, hate, hate that my Bluetooth still isn't working. Aghh. In line with the first part of this entry, Macbook Pro for graduation, please, daddy? Haha! I hope you didn't get tired of visiting my blog, dad.

I'm almost always hungry even though I eat at designated meal times. That fact makes me sad. I do my best to exercise, as in run laps at the university Sports Complex's Olympic-sized oval, but I don't seem to make any progress. And I'm sad that I won't be able to run tomorrow! Huhu, my friend Arlene and I sorta made it a Tuesday-Thursday ritual, and now we'll have to break that streak! Hmpf.

I need to get my priorities straight. I have pending errands/responsibilities and it's been sitting on my to-do list for forever. Dentist appointment, almost a year. Contact boxing gym, one month. Inquire at nearest driving school, two months. Meeting minutes, one term. Revamp and do general cleaning on my room, one year. Get on with it, Cee. Please!

On Wishing

I seriously cannot wait for the 11th hour and 11th minute of November 11, 2011! That would be the ultimate wishing minute ever! Too many elevens! Aaahhh! Haha.

A year ago, I never gave it much thought, the 11:11 thing. People say that when the clock strikes 11:11, AM or PM, you have to wish. Nobody said it was effective. Not one gave me a valid reason as to why I should do so; some were just apathetic. Without cause, I didn't even believe in it. Not until my childhood best friend and cousin was diagnosed with lupus last January 2010 did I force myself to give it a shot; it won't hurt, I guess. And so it became a practice. Sometimes I would think that 11:11 did me too many a favor during "hopeless" times.

I say it is psychological. Since one's awareness is heightened about a specific want/need, it's only natural to attract such thought into becoming a reality. Now, that, the law of attraction, I believe in!

How did such phenomenon come about anyway? I saw my college best friend's short but swak blog entry for today and it made me really curious, hence this entry. I did some browsing over the internet about different claims on the 11:11 phenomenon (when I should be finishing my thesis paper) when I finally told myself that it doesn't matter, really. It doesn't matter if wishes do come true when one wishes at 11:11 AM or PM. Like I said, you attract what you want to happen in your life. But here's the most interesting I've seen, kinda freaky, actually: CLICK!

On a side note, totally irrelevant: I didn't plan to write anything tonight because I'm too lazy. Best if I save it for thesis. But today, ah! Today has been way too eventful that I couldn't decide what to write about and where to start! I discovered a new way to make blogging so much easier especially when laziness strikes: FLOOD YOUR OWN FACEBOOK WALL AND PRINT SCREEN IT! Then post! Haha!

Word Vomit III

Moral support is a healthy vice. Pampalakas ng loob na di alcoholic, pampaalis ng stress na walang nicotine! Tungga lang at maki-bum, all good!

And they say friends can be such bad influence sometimes. They teach you vices. See, if you have friends who have good vices and they share them to you, isn't that neat?