Valentielo

I am so bad. How could I forget today is Saint Valentine's Day. I think it's because I don't believe in the celebration of love and affection in one single day. I believe in celebrating it everyday. However, I really am not in the position to say these things because I am currently not in a seriously stable relationship. I am pseudo-single, pseudo-taken. However you may interpret that, fine with me.

I have a few investments, yes. But one thing's for sure. I haven't found the right person yet. Well, I thought I already found this person more than a year ago but I don't even know why my feelings changed. The relationship was almost perfect. My other half was almost everything I wanted - mature, responsible, loving, thoughtful, reasonable, and most of all, good-looking. Hehe. But let's not get all nostalgic. I didn't regret anything from that relationship. I didn't regret it ended as well. Everything went the way it was supposed to.

It's kinda strange I'm talking about all this so I should already stop. :) Really, all I wanted was to greet everyone a Happy Valentine's Day. Regardless your relationship status, it's a special day.

Confused

I'm confused.

I don't know how I should feel towards these people who are innocently unaware of certain things and they try to inform me of what they think is right because they think what they know is enough but it actually isn't. Their intentions, however, are purely of full concern towards me that is why they let me know of this particular situation. In my part, I am fully oriented of the situation and I do not know if I should feel pathetic towards their ignorance or I should feel thankful for their concern.

Am I being evil or being rational? Perhaps I should just enlighten them and be appreciative for the concern. Yes?

Magnitude 12 Earthquake

I just had to blog this. This is crazy. For fuck's sake.

So I received this extremely ridiculous text message hours ago:



I freaked out. Yes. But NOT because I was scared of it but because of how extremely ridiculous it was. I mean, come on. Who does this shit? Well, obviously some stupid dumbass who wants attention from everybody. Well guess what bitch, I ain't falling for your sick joke, motherfucker. Note: I apologize for the foul words. It expresses my fury.

Anyway, so I freaked out, right? As I was reading it, you will never have any idea how much OC-ness that went running through my veins at that very moment due to the unfathomably catastrophic height of grammatical errors the message contained.

Here, let me guide you through how I reacted step by step. My reactions italicized.

5:00pm Feb.5 2012 the [bitch, can you at least start it off with a capital letter?] underwater volcanoe [Volcanoe? Volcanoe?! Since when did the fucking word volcano had an 'e'?!] in Matarinao, Salcedo, Eastern Samar will blow off [Are you fucking kidding me? Blow off? What is this, a dick you can blow off?! Use the word 'erupt!']. An expected magnitude intensity higher of 12 will happen [Correction: An expected magnitude intensity higher THAN 12 will OCCUR. Can you at least be more scholarly and use that word: OCCUR].

Municipality [Bitch, it's 'Municipalities', there are many towns, not just one] that in sealevel [Bitch, it should be 'that are at sea level'] are being [Bitch, you can remove 'being'] adviced [bitch, it's 'advised'] to evacuate as early as now [Wow, this early? It's only 9PM. The night is still young. And who the fuck is advising? I didn't hear anything from the news or any authority] for the reason of those aftershock after this earthquake [Bitch, does an aftershock happen BEFORE and earthquake? Bitch, you could have just said 'because of the aftershocks', as fucking simple as that]. Everyone is also advice to go to open space and higher ground. [Again, 'advised']

This message is from Phivolcs personnel [Bitch, it should be 'this message is from a Phivolcs personnel named *insert Phivolcs personnel name here*] who is monitoring the underwater volcanoe in eastern samar.

All I can say is FUCK YOU whoever you are who made this. There are so many INVALID things in this message. Let me enumerate:

1. "An expected magnitude intensity higher of 12 will happen " -- No one expects an earthquake. No one can predict an earthquake, even volcanologists. If they can predict earthquakes, so many people could have been saved from them.
2. "An expected magnitude intensity higher of 12 will happen " -- The highest magnitude ever recorded on earth is only 9.5. I will bet on my life that this magnitude 12 will never occur. Only on stars like magnetar quakes higher than 10.
3. "Municipality that in sealevel are being adviced to evacuate as early as now for the reason of those aftershock after this earthquake." -- Aside from the terrible grammar, evacuating nor the aftershocks will NOT matter anymore if higher than a magnitude 12 happens because if it does, everything will be shattered by then. Everyone will most likely be killed after that quake. So evacuating will be useless and aftershocks will do no difference. And why sea level? Even of you are at the top of the mountain, if a magnitude 12 or higher strikes, that mountain is no exception. Yes, we can leave town and go somewhere really far but that would be extremely impractical considering that the text message is largely unrealistic, unprofessional, and unbelievable.
4. "Everyone is also advice to go to open space and higher ground" -- Going to an open space will not save you from a higher than a magnitude 12 earthquake. The earth will most likely crack open and eat all of us alive. Making us dead.
5. "Everyone is also advice to go to open space and higher ground" -- Higher ground? As mentioned earlier, a mountain is NO exception from an earthquake. This is not a tsunami which we will be able to escape from if we go to higher grounds.
6. "This message is from Phivolcs personnel who is monitoring the underwater volcanoe in eastern samar." -- Who the devil is this Phivolcs personnel? Why is he hiding? Why is he anonymous. For your information, if Phivolcs reports a serious issue such as this, it will not be relayed through text messaging. It should have been in television news, radios, massive announcements and all that shit. Not through an error-filled message.

Hippie New Year

First off, hippie doesn't have to do anything in this post. I just thought it was funny. Sorry, reader, if you are. I didn't mean it to be funny in a bad way. It was supposed to be a pun, but I'm not sure if it's an effective one. Anyway, let us move on before it becomes offensive.

I'm actually making this post before the year ends. Wala lang, as I always say, for the sake of humanity. I really don't have a heavy reason for this post but I certainly hope it becomes very sensible.

We all have these ridiculous traditions when the year is about to end. Jump on stairs, throw coins, wear polka dots, name it. But I think these are all bullcrap. Yes, I don't need to expound. I just think that it is. I am almost certain that you think so, too. Thank you. Well, to make things a bit clearer, I am more of a Science person.

By the way, I know that this is the last day of the year. So he who dares tell me "see you next year" when he is actually seeing me tomorrow shall be punched in the face handsomely.

The very famous New Year's resolution is just as shitty. Why make these resolutions during the end of the year when we can make them in any time of the year? That would make much more sense. Don't give me that "motivation" reason because I don't give a damn for people who are foolish enough to think that a fucked up resolution written in paper is gonna be a light at the end of the tunnel. Give me a break. Psh.

Change for the better anytime. You don't need New Years for that.

PS. I would like to dedicate this post to my dear brother Jay-ar Tavera who is celebrating his birthday today. Happy Birthday brader, I love you. Haha!

Song Sincerity

We all have our favorite songs. That one song which we will always like forever. At least that's what's in our minds. We swear to ourselves and even to God that we will always have that one song in our hearts playing like a broken music box on repeat for all eternity. But no. Something else always comes up, doesn't it? Well, that's the irony, my friend. The irony.

There are a couple of reasons why our feelings become separated from those seemingly perfect songs which we all can relate to and can't help but just say what the devil, this song is for me. Yes? Well, that's right -- but for that mean time. Prepare for ultimate destruction.

The most common reason why we "un-favorite" a song is because we change. Face it, people change. Regardless if it's for the better or for the worse, people's lives change. The only constant thing in this universe is change. Nothing else remains but change. But technically, nothing really remains because if change remains, that means everything changes. But let's not get into that very confusing argument because it might just discombobulate our poor, pathetic minds.

Going back, since we all change, there is a great possibility that our feelings will change as well. Which then will lead to making our feelings for that song also change.

Another reason why, and which I am very concerned about, is the fact that if a particular song becomes really, really popular, it becomes overused or overplayed. That, my friend will pave the way for it to lose its virginity, I mean, sincerity. Get this. This one song is really good that's why it's so God damn popular. But let's face it, because it has been played for a million times in one day, it becomes just another song that we don't care about with a monotonous bell-like annoying sound. This is also the reason why I don't really listen to amazingly popular songs unless eventually I get to like them for humanity's sake. Likewise, I hate the fact that my excruciatingly favorite unpopular songs become so popular that I just wanna destroy myself.

On another light, (disclaimer: seriously, I don't have a knack in using these artificial phrases/idioms so please bear with me and please just find it funny/amusing) if we actually delve into those overused songs, we will realize that the meaning of their lyrics are brilliant. Good is an understatement. So yeah, I understand now why they're so crazy famous.

Keeping It Un-Perfect

Get this. People around me most of the time know very well that I am a piece of macaroni topped with melting cheese when it comes to obsession-compulsion. But I really have no idea what that idiomatic expression I just used means. I always, let me repeat, always, well not really "hardcore" always but most of the time, I correct people when they are mistaken but let me stress this one out, I am not entirely always aware of it. So, forgive me if you are offended but this person just has to do it.

Perhaps a lot of people might get annoyed with it but I DO NOT care because I only correct when I know I'm absolutely, f*cking right. In an other-way-around situation, won't you also hate it when a person tries correcting you when you know you're already amazingly right? Right?

I mean, I love being corrected -- that is when I am not sure about what I'm talking about and still go with it. It's growing. It is stupid to hate being corrected, and I am most definitely not stupid. I'm just not sure whether or not I'm smart. But that's debatable so let's not get into that. I know I don't know too much, but I know enough to know that what you're talking about should be straightened out. I don't bitch around if there's nothing to be bitchy about. It takes a lot of hard work, and I am not getting paid for it.

To be just concise with it, correct me if I'm wrong, I will when you are. Let's help each other out because this is not a perfect world.

Talk That Talk

Anyway, so I was thinking a lot lately about how should things go by. I wasn't really making a big deal out of it. But when you think about it, it gets back to you and hits you like a ray of sunlight trapped in a mysterious rainforest that lies in the midst of wilderness. Well, actually, I'm talking about being all activated in blogging and really, just like that and sundry. Just right at that note, I have come to realize that what the hell, I am a talkative son of a bitch so I should handle this just as good. But before all of this just started happening, I wanted to thank you for handling me greatly, even if the club can't handle me right now.

You see, it is a predicament for me, mind you, that I might be lost for words just like that. But then again, mister devilish monster always whispers to my ear: "You talk a lot so you will do just fine." Imagine how a monster could give such great advice. I have no idea how I got there, but let it be. There are reasons for a lot of things and that is not an exception. Thank you.

Relax and I do not want drama. Please just let this go by like a stray rain that you barely even felt.

Will You Change Your Religion?

I'm assuming the moment you read that title you probably thought about Shamcey Supsup or the Miss Universe pageant recently held. Well, you're almost right. But not quite. This isn't about Shamcey Mwahmwah or the pageant, this is about the question she answered.

We all know what she answered. Whether or not you agree with her, I don't really care. We likewise know that religion is a very sensitive subject because the world has so many and more often than not, the principles of one clashes to the others'. I am Catholic. I'm not so sure if I will consider changing my religion for a reason. But if I were given a chance to choose my religion, I'd rather not have one. Religion, yes, puts flesh on our souls. But it also makes us all different on the grounds of praising the God that we believe in. With people of different religions, it is easy for conflicts to arise. If I have no religion, I also have nothing to compare to with people that possess one. But don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly fine with being Catholic. I'm just not a hardcore fan of it, nor will I be narrow-minded or bigoted because of it.

If I were the one asked if I will change my religion for the one I love, I will definitely say it wouldn't matter. Why? Both of us may have different religious beliefs, but if we truly love each other, religion won't matter anymore. Regardless of what religion we will settle for, I believe that even if the world has so many religion, I know that there is only one God. And that God is the one who made us all.

Tagged in a Swindling Fortress

This famous television network begged to interview so I gave them a chance. I perfectly know you won't bother reading the whole thing so I'm just gonna enjoy myself. Please do not laugh because laugh makes the world go round. Laugh is blind.

1. What was your last beverage?

I drank this nice glass of water with 3 cubes of ice. Apparently, there was some sort of insect floating about. I freaked out while screaming "I'm gonna die."

2. From whom was your last phone call?

My phone tells me it's from a person named Jesus. Oh my God.

3. From whom was your last text message?

It's from a person named John F. Kennedy. He tells me I should do something about my country, not to wait what my country can do for me.

4. What was the last song you listened to?

This song has been stuck in my head for ages! Home is in Your Eyes by Greyson Chance.

5. When was the last time you cried?

Probably about 6 hours ago. I watched Titanic. The weird thing is, when I hear My Heart Will Go On's instrumental version in the movie, tears automatically dance their way out. God, every time that music comes on, the movie just becomes so touching. I tell you, this movie is magic. The first time I saw it about 13 years ago, double the overwhelming feeling when I saw it again today.

6. Have you ever dated someone twice?

Remember that time when you asked me where I was going when I told you to cancel our dinner because I had to go to my lonely friend who needed me for comfort? Exactly.

7. Have you ever been cheated on?

Absolutely. I hired an assassin and killed the bitch while having hardcore sex with the 3rd party. I specifically instructed the assassin to assassinate the assassination at around 2:30 AM when it was already the climax and on the brink of orgasm. If it's possible to talk to a dead body, I would've asked how it felt -- dying while having orgasm.

8. Have you ever kissed someone & regretted it?

Yes. I kissed a 21-year old Leonardo DiCaprio. I regretted it, of course! I realized that Leonardo is already 36. It turns out, I kissed Mystique from X-Men disguised as Leonardo. That bitch.

9. Have you ever lost someone special?

Yes. I adopted a special child 2 years ago. He also had ADHD. One afternoon, he went out and teased a hungry street dog. The dog chased him down the street and eventually getting hit by a garbage truck.

10. Have you ever been depressed?

I have never ever been depressed. I mean, how can I? I've never studied in the seminary. Only depressed can initiate a mass, baptize babies, steal money from the townsfolk by secretly spending the donations. How can I be depressed?

11. Have you ever been drunk and threw up?

I don't need to get drunk to throw up. I'll just stare at your face or perform Bulimia.

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12: Sirius Black
13: Jean Grey
14: White Men's (T-shirt)

This year,

15. Have you made a new friend?

While I was prancing about an enchanted forest one day, I met a pretty, luculent girl on a pretty, luculent dress sitting prettily luculent by the whimsical riverside. As I was approaching her, I noticed she had intense, muscular arms. It turns out, she was a tranny. Her name was Chu-chu. Chu-chu the tranny.

16. Have you fallen out of love?

I have my own faith and principles. If he loves me, then he will love my God too.

17. Have you laughed until you cried?

Try laughing now and suddenly cry. Tell me what people think about you. I didn't think so.

18. Have you met someone who changed you?

One morning, while I was washing my face, I noticed that my nose was ugly. So I went to a plastic surgeon and he changed me.

19. Have you found out who your true friends were?

Certainly. It turns out that the dolls I have been playing with and considered my friends were false!

20. Have you found out someone was talking about you?

Found out? I don't need to find out. I know.

21. Have you dated someone on your friends list?

Of course. What are friends for?

22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life?

As many as the raindrops that fall down every time I kill a frog intentionally.

23. How many kids do you want?

I want about 43. I'm just kidding! Get it? Kid? Laugh. I order you to laugh.

24. Do you have any pets?

I have a wild boar I named Michael G. I don't feed him, though. Because he's been a very bad boar.

25. Do you want to change your name?

Certainly. I want my name to be Bounty Hunter.

26. What did you do for your last birthday?

I kicked the shit out of people. They didn't hate me because it was my birthday!

27. What time did you wake up today?

I died today. Like, 12 times.

28. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Oh no. I don't remember. But I remember waking up with my clothes all torn and ruined, with blood all over my mouth and hands.

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for.

I cannot wait for the black hole to eat up earth and destroy all the bitches of the world.

30. When was the last time you saw your Mother?

Mother the Queen is busy and is tending to her business. She shall not be disturbed.

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life?

Thank you for that question that deserves a good answer. Well, I don't wanna change anything about my life. I'm perfectly fine with who I am. That would be all, thank you. Arriba Brazil!

32. What are you listening to right now?

I'm listening to my boyfriend's teeth nibbling a lollipop. Oh yeah.

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?

Tom Riddle. He betrayed me.

34. Who's on your nerves right now?

You know when you've been inside your room with all the airconditioner and stuff? And then you stepped out from there and suddenly it becomes hot as hell? That's what I'm talking about.

35. What is your most visited webpage?

That porn site.

36. What's your real name?

My real name is... Jack. Yes. Jack Andabinstok.

37. Nicknames?

Jackielou Blanco. Jack O'lantern. Jack Dawson. Jack off.

38. Relationship Status:

Single and ready to finger.

39. Zodiac sign:

Scorpio Nights.

40. Are you male or female?

I'm a transgendered shemale. But I was born a hermaphrodite.

41. Primary School:

Pokey Oaks School.

42. Secondary School:

Philippine High School of Felony and Estafa.

43. College:

Criminal University of the Philippines.

44. Hair color:

Magenta

45. Long or short:

8 inches.

46. Height:

Height of poverty.

50. Tattoos:

I have a unicorn tattoo hidden away where no one can see it.

51. Righty or lefty:

Versatile.

76. Have you ever kissed a stranger?

I even had sex with a stranger.

77. Have you ever drank hard liquor: was it hard?

You asked if I ever drank HARD liquor, right? Then why are you still asking me if it was HARD? What the hell. You're annoying sometimes. No, I take that back. You're annoying always!

78. Have you ever lost glasses/contacts?

Of course. When I lose my phone, I lose my contacts. Quite self-explanatory, don't you think?

79. Have you ever sex on first date?

I just told you, right?

80. Have you ever broken someone's heart?

Yes. I broke the heart of my fish. I fed her to the neighbor's cat because I am a crazy bastard.

82. Have you ever been arrested?

Absolutely. I am a rich mastermind that owns lots of crystal meth factories. However, since I am rich, I got away with it using my efficient helicopter that rescued me from the authorities. Since this is the Philippines, it is relatively easy to escape.

83. Have you turned someone down?

I was a Muay Thai artist before so yeah, I turned pretty much many people.

85. Have you ever fallen for a friend?

Yes. We fell together but he was under so he was the one that got dirty. I had to face the consequences after, though.

86. Do you believe in yourself?

No, I do not. I believe in the establishment of a biological order through the maelstrom of physical and chemical chaos.

87. Do you believe in miracles?

We all know walang himala. Like, duh? But yeah, I believe in miracles. You sexy thing.

88. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I will believe this if you believe that the statue of Mama Mary and Jesus actually cries genuine HIV-free blood.

89. Do you believe in heaven?
Yes. Every time I have sex with a really hot creature.

90. Do you believe in Santa Claus?

Jolly old saint Nicolas, lean your ear this way. Blah blah blah blah any song, what I'm gonna say.

91. Do you believe in kiss on the first date?

Kiss? Seriously, kiss? Just go all the way. Loser.

92. Do you believe in angels?

Well, just between us. I'm a demon. So yeah, angels are the bitches trying to mesmerize and catch me using their screechy voices. The horror!

94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time?

I assume there are hundreds of dimensions in each time. So I'm guessing that's also the number of lovers I have. I'm being logical here.

95. Did you sing today?

I sing as often as I fart.

96. Ever cheated on somebody?

One day, I was in school. It was really a rough time for me. My lover broke up with me. My bestfriend stopped talking to me, and my dog ran away. It just so happened that it was time to take my Calculus exam. I just had to do it. I'm sorry.

97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?

If I could then I'll time-hop. I won't go back to just one moment. That's so boring.

98. The moment you would choose to relive.

The moment when the person made my surname. I greatly want to interrogate that person and how many generations has it been since this very moment.

99. Are you afraid of falling in love?

Falling in love, for me, is like gossip. It's no big deal.

100. Are you afraid of posting this as 100 truths?

No, I most certainly am not. I am the king of the world.

50 Fucks, I mean.. Facts

1. Music is my stalker. I sing and write songs.
2. Photography is my abusive addiction. Artistic, that is.
3. Traveling is my tranquilizer.
4. I look up to Seth MacFarlane so much. He's one of my heroes.
5. I hate ketchup. Give me some and I'll shove it down your sorry throat.
6. I love cursing for fun. I use them like intervening phrases.
7. I love writing stuff - essays, vents, current issues, personal insights, poems, and even screen plays.
8. I am awfully quiet with strangers and sincerely noisy with friends.
9. I am comfortable in speaking English. Perhaps this is also the reason why people mistake me for being either sophisticated or intelligent.
10. I love experiencing new cultures, meeting various kinds of people and going to places.
11. I want to live in Iceland, Canada, Spain, Australia, Norway, or The Netherlands someday.
12. I am surprisingly a very open-minded person. At least I think I am.
13. I hate cocky, arrogant people. Who doesn't?
14. I am automatically impressed by smart and talented people. Looks are a bonus.
15. I unintentionally am a gadget/technology psycho. My computer, iPod and my phone's contents are extremely well-organized.
16. I listen to Western, Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese, Thai, Indonesian, Hindi and Tagalog music and films.
17. I love blue eyes.
18. I extremely love babies and kids. I wanna have my own kids someday.
19. I know how to read, write and speak Korean. I can fluently speak 4 languages.
20. I have a huge collection of Blue Ray films. Bored?
21. I like reading true stories.
22. I suck at fashion. Or I hate fashion?
23. I am nocturnal. I'm awake, you're asleep. I'm asleep, you're awake.
24. I am not sweet. But I love sweet people.
25. I have always thought of myself to be a sucker in the academe. Academics were my horror. Ironically, a lot of people want me to be an academic intellectual. Like a [cool] professor or something like that. But I'm not so sure. :P
26. I tear up when I am overwhelmed.
27. I love sports -- swimming, table tennis, surfing, lawn tennis, beach volleyball. This list has a theme of "wet balls."
28. I am very talkative at times.
29. I don't like things with many colors.
30. I hate insects, unnecessary heat, ampalaya, and waiting for something uninteresting.

31. I love my friends more than myself.

32. I love fresh milk, spicy crispy Japanese seaweeds, pig intestines, Ruffles, carbonara, mashed potato, East Asian cuisines, cheese tofu.

33. I was never afraid of imaginary things like ghosts or being alone somewhere.

34. I love how internet becomes my window to the world.

35. I love summers, christmas, and winter.

36. I want to have my own coffee shop. Which is strange because I don't drink coffee.

37. My most prized possessions are: my external hard drive (Levi), my camera (Kieron), my guitar (Elisha), and my iPod (Titanic).

38. I watch German and Catalan soaps. But I need to stop. I might accidentally learn German and twist my tongue.

39. I love blossoming cherry blossoms. See how that sounds so amusing? :P

40. I am a huge fan of X-Men movies.

41. I hate spending too much. I think I'm frugal?

42. Almost all if not all of my close friends are heterosexuals.

43. I love my country but I don't think it loves me.

44. I am obsessive-compulsive when it comes to things I am concerned about.

45. I am generally cynical.

46. My hair is my asset. At least I think it is.

47. I am very simple.

48. I love being funny.

49. I am uninteresting until you get to know me.

50. I'm gay.

You probably didn't get to finish reading the whole list so I'm not worried. :)

Ever Heard of Profundity?

Heads up, I'm not making this post because I love it but I do think Angeline is a very talented singer. This is not necessarily to criticize her party or anything for that matter but merely to express insight.

I was supposed to make an entirely different post from this one but this apparently made my day so I'm not gonna waste my time, shut up and publish it. Swag.

Last night, a friend asked me if I knew this song which had really amusingly ridiculous lyrics. I didn't know/haven't heard. He told me the singer was the one who sang the recent song with the word "pangarap" in it. I figured it was Angeline Quinto.


This morning, as I was listening to a certain FM radio station, a song played. "May gusto ka saking mahal. May balak kang agawin sya." With just those two lines, I was already like, "WTF? What's up with these lyrics." Then I immediately remembered what my friend asked me about. Then I figured it was this song.



No offense (but I do know it's gonna be kind of offensive) but I think the lyrics have 0% profoundness in them. Just like what my friend said, it's awkwardly straightforward and extremely understandable to the point of artistic and poetic sacrifice.

Many people may not mind that but when I heard it, I literally smirked with disbelief. For a serious song, the lyrics are very inappropriate. However, I recently discovered that this is only a revive, or a remake, whatever goes. The original artist would be Jeremiah. 1990s. I was like, "That explains everything."

Many people can relate to the song. No questions. The overall arrangement, melody, and musicality are quite good. But writer of Rebecca Black's songs, is that you?

We all know we can make anything we like. No arguments about that. But He didn't say "Go to the world and create bullcrap." (Now that was just mean, that was so not me.)

When I Was a Kid... (#2 - Bubblemaker)

#2

When I was a kid, I used to love those bubble-making liquids inside differently shaped containers which you can buy in kiddie stores. When I ran out of them, I used to steal mouthwashes and use them as an alternative. They make breat bubblemakers. But when the mouthwashes also run out, I industriously persevere creating the bubble-making liquids out of detergent soaps -- which, unfortunately, were not very efficient bubblemakers.



Whenever I got those original bubblemakers from the stores, I am extremely thrifty of them. I only blew bubbles whenever I feel the utmost need to so as not to consume the liquid immediately. However, being a kid myself, I eventually become tired of it. I would then leave it somewhere, still with plenty of it, hanging. :|

Rafael's Farm

Before my graduation day, I still had 4 days to force myself to be excited for the once in a lifetime event -- that is, for people who won't be venturing in another major again (because of the trauma college brought). So I invited (was it me or someone else? Let me get back to you on this) Jovelyn and Bem for a visit to Rafael's Farm.


Located in Babatngon, Leyte, Rafael's Farm isn't your typical farm which you see on television shows or movies. A 20-30 minute ride from Tacloban city, it's like a luxurious rest place of natural bliss which has an exquisitely beautiful natural setting perfectly suitable for wedding receptions, debuts, and the like.

The place also has this seemingly Spanish-inspired restaurant at the center of the paradise-like haven which caters high-end Filipino cuisine. A gorgeous tree house which is obviously professionally made sits on a huge tree located at the rear part of the farm.



The place is not a hundred percent complete yet but I know it's gonna be even more amazing when it's completely done.

When I Was a Kid... (#1 - Rainbow)

I decided to start this series entitled "When I Was a Kid..." for the good reason that from time to time, these distinct memories from my childhood pop up in my mind and are mostly immature misconceptions. These situations may be influenced by adult supervision, peers, the natural flow of the environment, or self regulation. Or whatever. Nevertheless, I already have this summary in my unsophisticated brain and I felt the need to publish them for all you cool readers to know and if you find it similar with their childhood experiences as well.

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When I was a kid, I always thought pointing at a rainbow will actually make my finger/s rot. As a child, rainbows are magical. Admit it. It's a huge wonder how rainbows are formed when I was a naive kid. Even now that I'm absolutely legal, I still stop and stare at the thing with impulsive sparkles in my eyes still wondering God knows who makes them. Oh, did I just answer that?

Sometimes they're there, most of the time they're not. They're like hard to reach celebrities who are arrogant enough to come and go and don't even care about how their spectators would feel about their intermittent presences. Integrity is what they're afraid to lose.

Nobody ever personally told me that in line with popular belief, there is a mischievous leprechaun of some sort at the end of these rainbows bearing a huge pot of gold. I guess this is purely western (duh, leprechaun) and considering the fact that the Philippines won't be able to afford the gold. Not to mention I only heard this at television shows and kiddy books. Whoever made up this story wants children to be hungry of wealth and dirty old men who are green and epitomizes dwarfism.



It was so amazing seeing a rainbow that I usually had these strong urges to even go out from the classroom in the middle of a teacher's discussion of lame verbs and practically waste my time gazing at the fart-like gas. Wow... I usually tried to run and follow the rainbow expecting that I'd actually end up feeling it up close. But I never did. This is one of the most drastic disappointments I had in my childhood.

Out of pathetic curiosity, I'd point at the rainbow for an accurate nanosecond and quickly withdraw so as not to risk my tiny sausages from getting rot as the mysterious myth says. However, it was indeed possible to point at the rainbow without your fingers dying. As the very popular urban legend trick goes, after pointing at the colorful arc, just lick those fingers good and they'll be just fine. So I did. Every time. And hey, it actually worked!

I have not the slightest idea why I was very amused by rainbows as a child. Heck, I am not even a fan of colors. All the more reason not to like them. But yes, I usually dislike anything colorful. In fact, my top three favorite colors are white, black and grey -- all of which cannot be found in the interesting color wheel. Well, the colors which I normally like can never be found there, such as purple, aqua, silver, scarlet, pink, (wow, sounds like a set of sluts) and I can go on forever. Perhaps my fascination of rainbows way back then had a significant implication of what I am now.

This is yet another wonderful thing in life that can't ever be bought. So, did you lick your fingers too?

Live It. Love It. Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is one of the most visited places for tourists in Asia. At least that's what I know. Not to mention the massive amount of Filipinos going there everyday to and fro. Maybe because it's so near and budget airlines are very accessible? No wonder many of the Hong Kongers learn Tagalog unaware. Exaggeration.

Well, here is a bunch of places in one of two special administrative regions of China, the other being Macau. I suggest that you visit these places because they're worth visiting. Why else? In my part, I am not a lone traveler. That being said, I brought along my cousin and my mom which was supposed to be there for a convention. I love having company during my travels. It's a lot more fun that way. And safer. ;)



The public transportation in Hong Kong is largely similar to Singapore's. I even think they only got the same producer or something like that. It's really the same. Really. The tapping galore, the utter convenience, both countries drive on the left, and simply how the transportation exteriors look like. Only that Hong Kong has these double-decker trams in the middle of the streets (pink vehicle above) which Singapore doesn't.





The Victoria Peak is the highest mountain on the island proper, but not in the entirety of Hong Kong, an honour which belongs to Tai Mo Shan. The actual summit of Victoria Peak is occupied by a radio telecommunications facility and is closed to the public. However, the surrounding area of public parks and high-value residential land is the area that is normally meant by the name The Peak. It is a major tourist attraction which offers views over central Hong Kong, Victoria Harbour, and the surrounding islands. You can go up there via the Peak Tram or the bus. Going up there, it's really cold and the scenery is breath-taking.



We rode the Disneyland train which was so fancy, I felt like a baby while I was inside. The windows were Mickey-shaped and there were glamorous Disney character figurines inside the train; and the seats, sofa, baby. Inside the theme park itself, you will really feel like, 20 years younger. So that made me an infant while we were there. My favorite was the "It's a Small World" ride because it was a really perfect and happy world inside. Guess what, there was a Filipino version of the It's a Small World song and there was, like this "Filipino section" of the small world where Filipino dolls were dancing some folk dance inside this cute nipa hut.



We went to the Avenue of Stars and Ocean Park. I rode the Abyss ride where you're brought really high up in the air that's as high as a skyscraper (you can practically see the entire country from up there, shitters) and suddenly zooms you down with unexplainable speed. The feeling was deadly but in a good way, though.

That night, we attacked the famous Night Market and we got kinda lost at first. It's like a first class Divisoria, bright and packed with shoppers from all over the world. By the way, I got to drink this awesome juice called Ribena (which is not sold in the Philippines) and I died because of its awesomeness. The taste is like heaven even if I haven't gone there yet.

When we were about to go out from the MTR station, two dudes walking beside us were talking loudly in Tagalog. I guess they weren't expecting people around them to understand what they were actually talking about. I think they were backbiting some chick or whatever I forgot because I wasn't really paying attention to their conversation, but it was obvious that they were making fun of a person. Then I suddenly barged into their lives and asked, "Excuse me, anong oras nagsasara yung MTR?" (what time does the MTR service terminate?), and it was obvious that they were kinda shocked up the ass and one of them reluctantly replied, "ahh, errm, 1AM, 1AM...", while trying to get to the side, awkwardly giggling to their humiliation.

The Hong Kong International Airport versus me. As one of the largest passenger terminal buildings in the world if not the largest, it gave me a bit of trouble. I generally got exhausted through the journey from the check-in counter to our gate. See, you have to walk and walk and walk, stride, prance, go up escalators, go down them, ride an INDOOR TRAIN, dive your way, and I can go on forever before you get to see your plane. Yes, a rich airport it may seem, it will also give you a rich exercise. It really is true what they say. "It's not just about the destination, it's also about the journey."

So be warned.