Archive for June, 2010

If you know me personally or even though Facebook, you’d know that I’ve been nothing but football these past few weeks, investing a tremendous amount of emotion into rooting for my favorite, Argentina, and my second pick, Spain. Of course, I don’t want my obsession to completely alienate anyone, so here–for the sake of people who are not into the sport–I’ll shut up and just post photos of extremely hot men.

Who just so happen to be football players. :D

(Of course, if you are a dude who is not into the sport, and not into looking at pictures of beautiful men, then I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER YOU HERE. Shoo.)

Just because I need a teaser to go before the jump: let’s start with…
David Villa

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Let me just say right off the bat that if you came here looking for cosplay pics, there aren’t any here. (more…)

I was a huge fan of Panic at the Disco around two years ago. I started liking them right in between their first and second albums, and just in time for me to blow money on a concert ticket just so I could stand in the midst of hoodie-clad tweens, most likely virgins, who still found it exciting and risque whenever Brendon Urie yelped “Faster! Faster!” in the song “Lying is the Most Fun”. You could tell from the way they yelped along.

But sometime last year the band split up due to creative differences, with Urie and Spencer Smith staying as Panic! at the Disco (and putting that godforsaken exclamation point back in, for heaven knows what reason), and Ryan Ross and Jon Walker finding three other guys and forming The Young Veins. The two acts have since each put out their own music: P!aTD’s “New Perspective”, from the film Jennifer’s Body, and The Young Veins’ album Take a Vacation. (more…)

I like boots.

I’ve been wearing them for years; I have two pairs that I usually wear, both hand-me-downs from my sister in Japan. This is the one I use most often:

As you can see, they’re neither outlandish nor impractical since they only come up to a few inches past my ankles. (I have a knee-high green leather pair, also from my sister, that I never wear; I draw the line at some things, besides, it’s a tropical country.) But at the mall these ones still get odd stares from people, and sometimes even remarks and giggles when I walk past. It doesn’t actually bother me, but I do find it a bit… I don’t know, retarded? :’D  I mean, apart from the fact that they’re boots, which not too many people wear, there’s nothing remarkable about them.

But the thing that baffles me, is how people would find great interest in me plain ol’ scruffy footwear, and yet seem to have absolutely no problem with this big-ass billboard of Derek Ramsay wearing LEGGINGS UNDERNEATH DENIM SHORTS. :D

I would like to meet the creative director who thought it would be fashionable to put Derek Ramsay in this outfit, shoes and all, then stick him in a bath tub with unnaturally blue water. While posing like a pensive little teapot.

I mean, like, dude, you’re hot and all, but
leggings and… JORTS?!?!

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I totally got caught off-guard this afternoon–I went to my usual Starbucks and one of the female baristas asked to take my picture. XD They said they were making a scrapbook with photos of their regular customers, for their desktop computer. Actually when they asked (“Liz, pwede bang magpa-picture?”) I immediately thought they meant they wanted me to take a picture of them–because that’s more commonly the case when I get that question–and I started wondering how they hell they figured out that I’m always armed with a camera. XD But instead it turned out they wanted me to be in the picture, and so I did, even though in my head I was like “WHAT IS THIS I DON’T EVEN–”, because I’m panicky that way.

They also asked what I was up to–which led me to explaining the embarrassingly cushy-sounding life of a freelance writer. (“Wala akong pasok, ever.”)* :’D LAWLZ. Seriously, whenever I have to summarize my job status I completely sound like an underachieving slacker. I guess it’s because I always omit the small detail of caffeine-powered all-nighters and rush deadlines.  :D I think I should be more concerned about this, but I just find it amusing.

Anyway, next time I’m there, I’ll ask to take photos of them so I could post here. They’re a cute bunch. :D

*”I don’t have to go to work, ever.”

I ordered these babies earlier today, from a Multiply shop.

I’ll make the bank deposit tomorrow, then try to stay distracted for the next two weeks so the wait doesn’t kill me. This is my first time buying footwear online so I hope they’re comfortable (but since they’re flats I’m not too worried). At around P1100 they’re cheap for boots, much better than mall prices (and the stuff at the mall really isn’t even that great anyway). So yay! :D (more…)

For my “day job” writing ESL textbook material, I’ve had to frequent a website called ScienceDaily, which churns out plenty of the topics that I need. Now while most of the time the articles there are insightful and relevant (I stay up-to-date on their articles on caffeine), some of these headlines are full of lulz–some because they look like they were written by Captain Obvious, and others because they make you wonder how and why they discovered these things. I mean, check these out:

Americans Want Self-Respect, More Than Ever

Scottish People ‘Living Dangerously’ (It’s the kilts, isn’t it.)

Squirrels Show Softer Side by Adopting Orphans, Study Finds

Those Less Motivated to Achieve Will Excel on Tasks Seen as Fun (Unrelated note, I am great at hanging out at the mall.)

The Joy Is in the Social Hunt: Facebook Users More Engaged Emotionally When Conducting Specific Searches (This is true; I remember not being very emotional the last time I did a broad search.)

Dark Pulse Laser produces bursts of almost nothing

Dog Owners More Likely To Share Germs With Pets By Not Washing Hands Than By Sleeping With Dog

And lastly, my favorite:

Compulsive Behavior in Mice Cured by Bone Marrow Transplant

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Guess who went to the spa today.

My dogs.

They were whisked off in a van, and were gone for half the day. When they came back, one was cleaner and looked several months younger, the other was shorn bald and looked like a different breed altogether, and both smelled like aromatherapy votive candles.

It's ok, fur grows back. Hopefully.

My family isn’t the type to afford our pets such luxuries on a regular basis (we can’t afford it), but their condition (read: flea-bitten and mangy) had worsened to the point that we couldn’t handle it anymore and needed the help of professionals. Actually, had they not come today we wouldn’t have found out that Shasha is preggers again. PUPPIES! :D

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I didn’t get to post yesterday, but Happy Independence Day! We have a ton of problems as a country, but being a Filipino is still pretty kickass, if you ask me.

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Remember the bridal entourage from this post? I swear, it’s following me. I went into Landmark yesterday and there they were, pretty much blocking off the whole footwear department. And then five minutes later, while I was at the lingerie section, they came marching in again. I could have taken a picture but I was too engaged in adding to my ever-growing collection of laughably cute knickers.

Ribbons! Because I'm bad-ass that way.

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For the past two days my Blur fandom has flared up again and I’ve been obsessing over Damon Albarn. I didn’t realize it before but he looks kind of like James Dean–a scruffier, sillier version of. I might do a screencap picspam for my next post.

I have a HUGE crush on this guy.

His name is Brent but he’s BrentalFloss over on YouTube, and he’s a genius. He makes parody songs based on (mostly) old Nintendo video game music, and he does everything–writing the lyrics, singing, putting together the bgm. He’s extremely witty, and funny, and I’ve been spending so much time playing his videos over and over again that it borders on stalking, and he’s cute, and he’s an Aries born in April.  I seem to have a thing for Aries boys born in April, idk, I think I find the confidence sexy.

My entry title is from his song on DuckTales, but also see the one he made on MacGyver, Megaman, and “The Truth About Toad“. But don’t go getting a crush on him because he’s mine  I SAW HIM FIRST.  :P

By the way, the “quite” on that one photo?  He used it to censor out the adverb “fuckin’” in a song. LOL

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A few acquisitions over the past month: (1) Cargo pants + tank tops from Terranova. I’ve been going to this store a lot since late last year. A little pricier than what I’d like, but it’s well worth the money because everything is well made and fits great. Their tank tops are A+. A few weeks ago I found the cargo pants–I wasn’t sure about getting them, but then I tried them on, and didn’t want to ever take them off. They’re ridiculously comfortable. I actually got them in brown first then came back two weeks later for the ones in army green, because what self-respecting WW2 geek doesn’t have cargo pants in army green. (2). Waist coat (Erm… vest? I do not know the difference–) from 101 New York. I don’t like vests a whole lot but I like how this one makes me look like I should be bussing tables or stealing loaves of bread or going on my paper route. I obviously have no future in the fashion industry. LOL

HEADPHONE EARRINGS! Only P80 at Pop Cult. The ironic thing is they’re so small, when I’m wearing my headphones, you don’t actually see them. But STILL. :D

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Today I claimed a parcel at the PhilPost office and made Customs P1,057 richer, and I’m trying my best not to gripe about it because I don’t like getting emotional about money. Still, the fact that the PhilPost office is a miserable stinking rat hole is a glaring indication that such tax money never goes where it’s supposed to; it makes it a little harder to think of those sniggering Customs hags as people–just like you and me, fellow travelers to the grave and all that sort of shit–and easier to instead fervently wish that universal justice would waste no time and bite them in the ass.

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To end this on a positive note: back on the subject of crushes, I may try to take a photo of the cute barista tomorrow, if I’m not feeling too shy.  :D

Today at Landmark Trinoma, I was on my way to the supermarket entrance when suddenly the guards started shooing me and the other shoppers toward the side of the aisle to make way for a parade: a handful of violinists in evening gowns wailing a painfully off-key rendition of Pachelbel’s Canon in D, followed by a bridal entourage. Apparently someone thought it would be a bright idea to promote their wedding products by having the entourage march through the supermarket lobby–which, like the hardware store, is a part of the mall most often occupied by people who are already married. I wonder how that brainstorming meeting went. They must have run out of coffee.

I almost felt sorry that I didn’t have my camera with me to take a photo of such a ridiculous sight, but that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea. Because then they might think that I appreciated it and would love to see their next line of bridal couture paraded around the next time I buy bacon.

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About an hour ago I got a random text message from a jejemon whose number wasn’t on my list. All of the following text messages are verbatim.

Person:
Hey guyz,
Ny-ty-nyt na po,
Me church pa po
2m0rw,
Slip wel,
Swit dreamz,
Pray 1st,
Ny-ty-nyt ult
Mhuahh,

>,.g.m., ..<

Me [wondering if it's someone I actually know]:
Sorry, but who is this?

Person:
Gn0, sa y0uth bliw ka tlga
Save u numbr ku ha,
2l0p na b si bujay?

Me:
I don’t know you.

Person now identified as Gn0 from “youth” (whatever that is):
Hey b0y .f.y.i.
This is gin0 fr0m church, i d0n’t believe that u d0n’t kn0w me,
Hahaha what a big mistake…
D0n’t blame me cauze’ i kn0w and u kn0w that u kn0w me!
Maybe i sh0uld txt y0ur m0ther tita dheng,
By the way d0n’t w0rry i kn0w the cellph0ne number of y0ur m0ther..
And last, is bujay asleep?

Person now identified as gino from church, after I didn’t reply:
Hey nj,
Do y0u surrender u haven’t yet answer my questi0n? Let me repeat it again is bujay asleep?

That’s the last of it so far because I didn’t want to waste any more phone credits on this doofus, but to be honest this is kind of cracking me up. First of all, I’m curious about the circumstances and am forced to speculate that this is a guy texting another guy who gave him the wrong number on purpose. That would make sense, because I’ve only received a few messages from him and hell, I know that if it were me I probably would’ve given him the wrong number too. Especially if I were a dude. I almost want to feel sorry for this Gino kid, but at the same time he is incredibly annoying.

So far I’ve decided to ignore him and hope he figures it out on his own and leaves me alone.

That said, were I feeling a little more bored or mischievous, I do have a few other options for dealing with this bugger, like telling him to go ahead and text “tita dheng” like he said he could. That’ll be something. For now though, is there no way to block phone numbers?

To be honest, I’ve sort of forgotten how to do this.

I first got into blogging back in 2004. It was just a few of my friends first but soon enough practically everyone in my journ major had a blog, and those little tag-board things that we posted comments and inside jokes in (this was before Facebook). And I made layouts and wrote HTML code that was “best viewed in” 1024×768 on …  Internet Explorer 6.0.

Back then, whenever anything remotely noteworthy happened, my first instinct was to blog about it, and I pretty much never had to think about how to do it. But now it feels sort of weird. I’m going to have to get used to this again.

Anyway, here’s a quick run-down of the things that have happened since I stopped blogging.

Past couple of years
I got a job writing English-language textbook material for Korean students, got involved in a fair amount of office drama, got into cosplaying.

Past year
I got tired of the whole cosplay endeavor as well as my day job. So I quit both.

I also bought an SLR and started learning photography.

Past couple of months
Nearly lost my mom to a heart attack in January. No doubt the scariest and most trying time I’d ever had to go through, because she is the most important person in my life, not to mention my only remaining parent. She survived it, thank God, and although it’s still a constant struggle to keep her health out of danger. As of now I’m happy that she’s strong enough to make weekly trips to SM Bingo and fight valiant battles against the zombies on her lawn.

I also made my way out of the daily office grind and started working freelance. It’s fun–I hang out at the mall a lot, develop crushes on my regular baristas, and never know what day it is.

Past couple of weeks
My mind was thoroughly consumed by a game called NinjaTown, a tower-defense game for the DS, and I held fast to the statement that they took everything I like in life and put it in a game (ninjas, strategy gameplay, caffeine addiction, absurdity). I beat the game–with an A ranking in all 36 stages–within 1 week, and was sincerely saddened when I found out that the sequel title, NinjaTown: Trees of Doom, is an iPhone game with no DS version. I’ve devoted the past few days to spreading the addiction and to force-lending my DS to anyone I can corner.

A Business Ninja from NinjaTown. He likes caffeine as much as I do.

So there.

I can’t tell you what to expect from this blog, because I myself don’t know, but I’ll try my best to keep it entertaining (because I am outwardly individualistic but deep down I am a sucker for approval HAHAHA). And I’m going to try to update often. So I hope to shake these new-blog jitters soon, and I hope you keep me company.

Love and ninja cookies,
Liz