Saturday, 3 November 2012

Gifts. Gifts Everywhere

Note: This is only applicable to people who live in the Philippines.

In our country, I think, we celebrate the longest Christmas season. We begin preparing at the start of September and it lasts through January (February, for some). Plus, stores are already selling decorations and other Christmas items. Yes, we are that enthusiastic about the holiday season.

So in line with this glorious occasion, Kathleen Perez who owns the blog: Superkape (click on it!), is giving away fashion and beauty items. Details regarding the contest are on her blog. Go check it out!
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Thursday, 1 November 2012

I need your help with this, Sigmund.

Clearly, this is one of those dreams that are so realistic and unreal at the same time.

At first, I thought it was real since I was just playing with my phone. Suddenly, I get this message that contains a food menu and that I should be ready at some specific time that I've now forgotten. There's nothing really weird about this situation, right? But here goes the clincher: it was sent by none other than badabing badaboom Adam Levine. This is the part wherein I'm suppose to be ecstatic and go fan girl crazy, but I didn't.  

-Oh. Right. I forgot to include as when I realized that this was a dream that I absolutely had no control over. Well, when I was tinkering with my phone, I was wondering why I had some sort of commentary as to what I was doing. Plus, there was like a voice inside the voice of my head. Yes, an inception. -

Anyway, I started to read the menu and noticed that the prices were sky high. There is no way I would be able to afford that, I thought. I've decided not to push through with the invitation and watched Game of Thrones instead. While I was watching, there was a ring on the doorbell and lo and behold, my friend whose name and face I can't seem to remember or recognize came and started freaking out on me. She told me she was going with me to that dinner thing with Mr. Levine (actually, she called him Adam, like they were friends or something). Wow. I feel like a third wheel already. I protested all the way to my room and started to lie down on the bed. She then, began to throw clothes in my direction and forced me to wear what she chose. Not bad. What she picked, I mean. 

There was the sound of a car parking in front of the house and I checked who it was from the window. Ah, he's arrived. I opened the door to the house for him and mentioned that my friend was coming. He looked at the side and started muttering to himself and then nodded at me. Alright. My still unknown friend went with us to the car and started talking about, again, things that I don't think I will ever remember. It was subtle, but I saw him looking as if he's disappointed. So, I suggested that we eat at another place because the one he picked was not within my range (of affordability? haha). 

And that is the end of the dream, friends. How unreal was that? I don't even find him attractive (now). Well, I don't know much about dreams. They seem so real, sometimes.

Monday, 1 October 2012

I Need a Map

Just a SHORT rant on my reality.

It's funny how I've always looked forward to the day that I march up to the stage and receive my college diploma. I thought it would be a happy and a momentous occasion. It was. No doubt about it. I just never thought what was beyond it. What will I do? I'm not one to plan on those sorts of things. Yes, I know they're important. Well, maybe, I lack certainty. Don't we all? Becoming a psychologist? Ruling the universe? That's not really part of the plan. If there was any. Albeit, I do have the slightest idea of what I know I want. It's not  helpful. At least, I don't think so. Or maybe it does. I have no clue whatsoever. I just wish I received my Hogwarts letter. Yes, I'm still stuck there. How...childish. Yet, very me. Funny. I have no qualms with who I am. But I can't, for the love of the old gods, figure out what I want, what I want to become, and many, many, many more.

Maybe I should just be a thespian...a Hollywood star. On second thought, I'm satisfied with being a spinster with dogs instead of cats. Wow. That didn't sound so melancholic. Oh, well, it'll get better. It just takes time. And I hope I won't be too late.


Monday, 24 September 2012

brain drained

oh the woes of being out of college. we all had a difficult time with reports, papers and theses. pursuing graduate school/medicine/law is a different ball game. higher learning entails a higher amount of work load.

what is life?

 i know i'm suppose to be enthusiastic about learning more about the field i've chosen but, lately, (the 2 or 3 weeks i've spent in this hellhole) my (so-called) zest for learning is definitely waning (and fast). plus, i think i'm going insane (see? i've completely disregarded grammar and capitalization) with everything. even to the point that i'm conjuring up a spectre in our bathroom and closet. and yes, we lit our incense sticks and chanted some mumbo jumbo just to get rid of my delusions. back to the subject at hand, i knew getting into graduate school would mean a different set of candle burning tasks. maybe, i just didn't gauge as to how i can handle all the load.

why is it never in my favour?

as i type away, i have readings that speak another language. i have not completely deciphered what it's trying to convey. give up, kiddo. you can't take it anymore. but i'm used to fighting the odds. i should welcome this kind of insanity. it will soon become a normality.

hello, maker.

Saturday, 22 September 2012

i've learned false apathy after all this time.

growing up had its fair share of difficulties. some have been long gone, passe, forever forgotten. however, there are those that we bring up to this stage of life, buried in our hippocampus, buried beneath, suppressed wanting to get out. as for me, it's taboo. even my mind dares not to think of it. albeit the last few weeks, circumstance made me ponder, toying at the situation (more than i should). it's self-destructing each time i try to analyze, to assess. what the heck is going on? how did we freaking come about this point? this is one of those my-life-is-so-friggin-messed-up-right-now moments. this is how it has always been.

the cold war has already commenced since god knows when. subtle. unnoticed. but everybody knows of its existence. well, at least the inside people do. as to the culprit behind this war, the truth escapes me. this isn't a who dunnit scenario. after all, there's always two sides of a story (at least two that is). one side quietly waging war against the other. and in silent retaliation, the other fights back faster than you can think of blitzkrieg. as two opposing sides battle...what of the 'victims'? well, i assume, we all know what happened during the holocaust. let's not elaborate. 

why the world war ii analogies?(why not?) what better way to describe this than war (for as mari meia would put it: war is like an endless waltz)? in the past, war has tarnished countries, torn down monuments, ruined bands of friendship and has separated families. war has imposed on us to take sides, whether you are on the right side or on the wrong side (if there is such a thing as right and wrong).

yellow journalism at its best. it's a never ending. poisoning us with half lies and half truths (lies all the same). each side trying implant in my brain what i should believe in. using us as weapons. as vessels to destroy. and when you can't follow orders...the usual lines when being reprimanded goes:

"is that what you want? to be like them?"

or something to this sort:

"who are you depending on? them? well, then. leave and be with them. you belong with their kind."

or the occasional:

"here we go again. acting like him/her. why do you have to be so difficult?"

the sad part of it is you don't know any longer. whether having an attribute of theirs is a good thing or the opposite. you seem to have developed a feeling false apathy. how should i feel?hmmm. should i feel disdain? remorse? appreciation, perhaps? it leaves a person bewildered. they come in subliminal messages, you see. "choose me! i'm better than them. i'm right!" 
the dilemma here is that you can't just choose one without 'betraying' the other. regardless of setbacks in character, they should be treated equally. fair and square. no bias.

despite the slight indifference toward this mindless spat, it leaves my thoughts to ponder. someday, will it come to a point wherein i have to make a decision and choose one? should i take one? don't i have other options? i just hope not. for pete's sake, this is not my battle. i will not fight for the reasons you want me to. leave me out of this. i wish to be belgium (or at least i try to be as much as possible).

ambivalence describes the way i think i feel towards you

lub dub lub dub lub dub

amplified by a thousand per minute

to the point of losing sanity itself

feeling of losing consciousness 

stop! halt! 

there is something wrong about this system if mine

hard wires?


virus detected

preparing to delete

just one moment. hold on.

just a glimpse, to check, that is all

plan to delete: abort

reminds me of a cookie in a jar

no. no. no,

surely you jest?...

this is one of those paradoxical puns...

i relish myself in sweet misery. 

a guilty pleasure, perhaps?

so then, the canary decides to observe

suggested plan of action: 


*was i such a sap? damn...