Posted on Jun 18, 2013 at 11AM | 3 notes | view comments

A list of 15 types of people whom are hidden from my Facebook newsfeed:

1. Fashion Bloggers
2. People who think they are fashionistas
3. People with boring lives but post about it nonetheless
4. People who complain too much about education
5. People who complain too much about life
6. People who are looking for relationships…all the time
7. People who boast too much of their travels
8. People who boast too much of their material possessions
9. Activists
10. People who think they are Online Celebrities
11. Online Celebrities
12. People who sell things
13. People who share photos all the time
14. Overheard
15. People who plaster their faces all over the internets, ugly or not.

#blog #semirant

Posted on Jun 12, 2013 at 8PM | 10 notes | view comments

Misogynist pigs. 

Ask a random guy friend what guy talk is all about.

He’ll probably say basketball, first person shooter games, tower defense games, probably a TV series or two, shoes, girl problems. Probe. Provoke. Yes they also talk about sex. Sex in the dirtiest (morally and physically) way possible.

As a moderate go-er to girls nights out, I could honestly tell you that girls talk about sex when there is alcohol involved. We will not talk about sex with our closest friends, specially those who we grew up with. Probably those whom we met in college, but nobody that close. Certainly not with closed minded people and hypocrites. In about ten parties that I’ve attended, it must be like six times that sex was discussed. Yes they knew when to censor things that needed censorship. Yes, they were hesitant to drop names. Yes, it wasn’t (and never will be) a contest of who’s had how much and how often. Nobody wants to pick a dirty flower.

Back to the topic of boys.

Boy sex talk is.. patulisan ng bird.

“May napatos akong trese anos.”

“May na gang bang kaming lasing.”

“Hindi alam ng siyota ko pero may tinira akong kaklase ko.”

Seriously. If all men were like this, and I hope not, I’d rather be a lesbian.

(And out of those three statements, i’m pretty sure one is a lie. Or two.)

Women, ladies, girls, know your men. They may seem to give you everything you want, treat you like you’re the only female in their world, appear to be gentlemen, string pearls around your necks and feed you the sweetest treats, drive you around when you need to, come with you to shop for shoes, attend the same classes and concerts with you, cook for you, care for you when you’re sick, give you their jackets and umbrellas when it rains, give you cheesy late night calls and SMSes for you to save, take you to the movies, sneak you in at night, make love to you —- but are you sure you’re the only one he’s doing those with?

Don’t be too easy.

And don’t be the easy one. Don’t be the other woman because in the end, stripped of everything that you have, all you have is your dignity.

Protect it.

If you care for your friend, tell her about the creep’s infidelity. She’ll get hurt, but in the long run she’ll thank you for cutting off ties with a raging pair of testes.

And if you ever know of a creep who has a dick for brains, stay away. Unless you’re thinking with your vagina, you immoral whorestitute fuck.

#blog #rant

Posted on Jun 10, 2013 at 8PM | 8 notes | view comments

I know I have a chronic bitchface. But I am a happy person!

Twice this week had I been mistaken for a nineteen year old. I must look really young then.

My personal trainer said I have a contagious smile. My laughter fills the area with joy and energy! He said I should be smiling more because people get intimidated by my bitchface, or make them bitchfaced themselves.

And then, one of the yoga instructors from our surfing class asked me if I were a happy person, because my happiness radiates and makes her happy and energized too. She also called me “Happy” for the rest of the session. (“There you go, Happy! Nice form!”) She didn’t even bother getting my real name but I don’t care, I just found out that I am 200% a better person when i am happy!

So yes, I should get the word “Smile” tattooed on my wrist. Below the word “Relax”.

Also, this week in my life:

graduated *kinda*

got freebies too

used an old photo for my ID

considering that I now am burnt as so:

more perks and freebies

hoarded therapy materials

and apps as well!

xx

#blog #smiling #yoga #surfing

Posted on Jun 6, 2013 at 7PM | 3 notes | view comments

In the land of the third world..

Someone writes a fictional book about your city depicting it as the gates of where bad souls go

you go baloney

A fictional character claims homosexuality in a Catholic school (what’s so wrong about a little truth?)

you go baloney

Your country’s graduates are belittled in a TV series

you go baloney

Tapos magagalit kayo pag binabato ng mga Chinese ang mga putbol players niyo at inaalipusta ang mga OFWs (oh well, may physicalan naman kasing nagaganap, BUT STILL.)

Open your minds people. Napaghahalataan kung sino ang caveman eh.

tsk.

#blog #rant #i love pugad baboy

Posted on Jun 4, 2013 at 8PM | 1 note | view comments

From the Rosetta Stone website:

From lesson one, the only language you’ll be hearing is the language you’ll hear and use.

If you want to learn to swim, you need to get in the water. It’s the same with learning another language. Without your native language for help, you’ll learn actively — which makes you more successful.

Yes, this thing gives you only pictures and words that you need to say out loud, type, choose, identify in pictures, provide missing words in, having you discover patterns on your own and acquire concepts actively. No translations, no english. I got a five year course on my macbook and I’m already hooked! 

#rosetta stone #blog

Posted on May 31, 2013 at 8PM |

as evident as my skin color darkening at an exponential rate — is my quarterlife crisis and my need to do everything forever.

i’m trying to keep myself really busy (with relaxation, lol. i quit shit at work.) as you may probably know, i’m trying to hit the gym at least five times a week, grabbing every opportunity to have a night out, making friends and shit, learning Spanish (again).

now i think i spent three months worth of money on all my activities for this summer, with surf school and photogear and said gym and would probably shell out a lot more in six months or some when i start with my actual yoga classes.

but i don’t care. money is paperweight.

xx

#blog #quarterlife #boo

Posted on May 28, 2013 at 8PM | 5 notes | view comments

i think just before 22 is the right age to work this.

the Nike yoga mat is so soft  *u*

and the Nike duffel bag is softer

#blog #healthy #nike