Oct 06 2014

How to Horror-Proof Your Life

Filed under: Pop Culture

Things I learned from horror movies. (List is a collaborative effort between myself and fellow crazy cat lady Joyce, post Annabelle.)

  1. Do not marry Patrick Wilson.
  2. Do not marry a Patrick Wilson lookalike.
  3. When looking for a spouse, check if family line is cursed.
  4. Always have a black friend nearby. (Bonus points if said black friend was in The Help.)
  5. If you are non-white, like myself, do not have any white friends.
  6. Do not be Catholic.
  7. If Catholic, seek priest to distract bad juju. Do not grow attached to priest, because he will die.
  8. Do not get pregnant.
  9. If you have a child, never let him/her leave your sight.
  10. Do not sleep.
  11. Do not own a rocking chair.
  12. Do not collect dolls. Fo srs. Who does that.
  13. Do not be a woman.
  14. Do not have a radio. Or a TV. Or a cellphone.
  15. Do not buy old things or bring old things into your house. Do not live in an old house.
  16. Do not help your neighbors.
  17. Do not take elevators. Do not take the stairs. Live in a bungalow. Do not have basements. Or attics.
  18. Do not have your photograph taken.
  19. Do not break up with anyone. Ever.
  20. Never fall in love. </3
Aug 24 2014

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Aug 11 2014

Pause for Thought

Filed under: Just Sharing

[BGmusic: Soft Warmly Straw Raincoat by Near the Parenthesis]

Quote for the day:

“Big questions need small answers, like yes and no.”

- Betty Hedges, Teitur

Some life updates:

I recently accomplished the one thing I set out to do this year, which was change jobs. As much as I appreciated my previous writing job, I felt that I had learned all that I could from that role, and was ready for more. So I quit.

I’m still in publishing, and though this new company is more low-key and my publications circulated only within certain areas, this new role has been a huge challenge to my physical and emotional well-being. I’ve been in the workforce for five years now and I have never had to deal with this much stress. So far, the job has made me cry twice (quietly, in bed, because I was really tired and all I wanted was a decent night’s sleep is that too much to ask), and I’ve lost my temper more times than I could count. And I’ve only been here for two months.

On the one hand, it’s taking a toll on my body (eyebags on eyebags, and a few pounds lost I think – haven’t weighed myself so not sure), my social life (I’m already resigned to the fact that I won’t be seeing as much of my friends as I would like), and, probably, grad school (still crossing my fingers that this all works out in the end). It’s good that I don’t have a love life, because that would have been the first thing to hit the fan.

But on the other hand, this job has made me more aware of my limits, shining a (very unflattering) light on the areas I need to work on. I have also been praying. Praying real hard.

They don’t call it growing pains for nothing.

Jul 09 2014

Don’t Give Up On Us Baby

Filed under: Uncategorized

We’ve come a long way.


Jun 05 2014

Before They Turn

Filed under: Incoherent

[BGmusic: Leave Your Lover by Sam Smith]

I heard that a story is only complete when someone reads it. Or hears it. My stories (or quasi-stories) rest on the flat of my tongue, waiting for a ready listener. Some have been lying in wait for far too long, growing stale, and at times, rancid. This is an attempt to get some out of my system before they expire.


I see a group of kittens at the train station almost every morning on my way to work. The first time I saw them was a few weeks ago. They were a lot smaller then; today they’re in that awkward phase between kitten- and cathood when their limbs seem a little too stretched out for their tiny faces. The first time I saw them, they were wrestling with each other next to the siomai stand. I paused for a moment to watch and thought of taking a picture, but walked on because I didn’t want to call attention to myself. You’d have approved of that. A group of kittens is called a kindle. Did you know that? I think I may have read that somewhere, but I had to look it up.


Speaking of animals, I saw a cat lying peacefully on the road yesterday while I was riding the FX. It seemed dangerously close to the traffic, and I had to arch my neck to see how it could sleep through all of that noise. It was then that I saw the blood dripping from its ear. :’|


May 08 2014

Are you the new person drawn toward me?

Filed under: Relationships, Self

[BGmusic: Paperman by Christophe Beck]

There are few things more confusing to me than other people’s interest in myself as a person.

I say that fully aware of how self-contradictory that could sound, given the personal nature of this poorly-maintained blog. Just seeing the number of hits these posts get – whether it’s 6 or 56 – is enough to make me go “huh?” (Of course, I could just be getting hits from spambots peddling ED meds, but whatever, I’ll take what I can get.)

If just getting people mildly interested in this self-indulgent blog is enough to make me wonder what on earth I’m saying right (or wrong), then imagine how perplexing it is when people go out of their way in hopes of connecting with me – as a friend, romantic interest, dance partner, life guru, Pokemon master, etc. But it happens! In fact, that’s how a lot of my friendships start: some wonderful someone gets it into their head that I would be good company, and by the time they realize that I’m totally lame, we’ve already bought matching friendship bracelets and/or BFF broken heart pendants, and it’s too late for them to escape. Ha!


Apr 15 2014

From a Meantime Girl, to Someone Better

[BGmusic: Some Things Never Seem to F*cking Work by Solange]

Quote for the day:

Go (please stay), go (please stay)
Go if you want, I can’t stop you
Go if you want to

- Now I’m All Messed Up, Tegan and Sara

There must have been a time when you believed that you were someone worth going the distance for, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with. Someone, once upon a time, had told you that you were special, that any man on earth would count their lucky stars to be with you.

Do you still believe in this – even after the hours, days, weeks spent waiting for that boy to text, call, show up; even after promises that didn’t stick and the feeble excuses and apologies that followed; even after being offered half a heart?

Do you base your worth on the rare moments when he accidentally tells you that he loves you, when your jokes don’t fall flat, when his voice and touch are soft and tentative? Do you think your value equal to the sum of the yellowing bruises he presses on your skin, the words that leave welts on your heart, and the times he’s looked away from the sight of you crying?

Or do you stand firm in the conviction that you deserve better, that this was a fluke, that this boy was just another bad experience to overcome, that a happily ever after is just around the corner? If so, what are your secrets? Where do you find resilience? How do you let go and walk away? Are you worth more than the meantime because you believe that you are, or is it just because it is so?

Please let me know.

I just realized that this is my 100th post and goodness, what a downer I’ve become! Let’s all hope for a change of tone here. Enough wallowing. ENOUGH!

Mar 12 2014

A Wild DQ Appeared!!

Filed under: Dead DQ Day

From dorkly.

I feel you, Pidgey. I feel you.

I was going to post something real today but I’m suddenly too sad to produce anything. I don’t know how those depressed artists manage it.

Mar 09 2014

I’m tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here.

Mar 08 2014

Festival Rundowns

Filed under: Just Sharing, Music, Pop Culture Tags: ,

[BGmusic: Kodaline - High Hopes]

Quote for the day:

Music makes the people come together. Yeah.
Music mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel.

- Madonna

I haven’t updated in a while because my social calendar’s been unusually hectic. Now, however, it’s back to normal: I’m at home – totally alone, save for my dog – on a Saturday, and the world is in a state of complete peace and balance. Hello, blog! Hello, internet!

If you live in the Philippines, you’ve probably heard of the 7107 International Music Festival and the Malasimbo Music and Art Festival, or at least the former. Though I’ve wanted to go to Malasimbo since the first time I heard of it, I hadn’t planned on going to either festival this year since there was no way I could scrounge up enough money in time.

But my job has a funny way of getting on my good side when I’m this close to quitting, and I was given the opportunity to go to not just one, but both! Hurrah!

It would be easy to pit one festival against the other, but I’m not going to do that. Partly because my company was a media sponsor in the events so to do so would be bad taste, but mostly because I enjoyed myself in both.

The plan from the get-go was to go to 7107 with my brother, who is a huuuuge Red Hot Chili Peppers fan. I even begged for an extra ticket just so he could go. But – alas! – he suddenly remembered that he was going to climb Mt Pulag that very weekend. Thank goodness I had an old friend from Baguio who, when I asked her if she wanted to go, didn’t even bat an eyelash when she said yes.