tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89100030047842367552012-01-27T07:07:38.945+08:00Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.comBlogger2171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-54237913269462949442012-01-23T11:17:00.000+08:002012-01-23T11:17:31.655+08:00

It was deja vu, a throwback to the time when we were crazy enough to watch RENT in Manila, but on a much larger scale. Singapore? Singa-POOR indeed (oh, how my finances weep now). But the minute we heard about Wicked coming to Singapore, we knew right away we'd be there. The hows of it all would be dealt with accordingly; it was just a matter of when. And when was January 15, 2012, the most

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-87908109156732498712011-12-02T08:03:00.001+08:002011-12-02T08:36:43.940+08:00

Sorry about. It's been over three weeks (or four?) since I last blogged. I blame the next weekly challenge. It calls upon me to go through my collection of songs and pinpoint which ones I listen to at certain moods. Let me put it this way. I have mostly Disney and musicals and Glee songs (don't judge, the kids are still talented, and the music mostly amazing; but the stories are getting beyond

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Previously I blogged about taking up running again and "training" (yes, scare quotes) for our company's annual 5K. That didn't turn out quite as planned because I was dragged into running for the relay (in which we attempted to make some sort of world record, and the whole Guinness thing was involved--I have got to find out more about this). I gave in because it gave me a chance to have a

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This year, our family decided to skip the tradition of a whole-day picnic on the cemetery grounds for November 1, one my father's family have been doing since the death of our grandmother in 2004. We went to the cemetery to light candles for our grandparents and a couple of uncles who have since passed away.  Among those uncles was one my father never talked to for three decades, even until my

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I'm thinking long and hard about what to write that is NOT part of the 30-Day-Turned-Weekly Challenge. But I can't come up with any. And so I usher the return of Tidbit Blogging. One day, I'd even make a graphic headline for Tidbit Blogging whenever I get these urges to write about random stuff. Because I am ambitious like that (and a lot of my favorite blogs have it, and I get suya*.) -

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For Halloween, I convinced my office mates to dress as Harry Potter characters. And I got to be Hagrid! Yes, I even got the beard. And when people just laughed and shook their heads and told me "Why am I not surprised that you're dressed weirdly?" I was happy. Unfortunately, I don't have much of a photo. We don't even have a group photo! Which is sad. We were such a motley crew of Harry Potter

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It's not really fair, because we're already in the second half of the month, but what the hell, I've got answers to this question. So let's hit it! 1. These last couple of weeks (more or less) for the month, I just want to survive without doing anything stupid. These are tense times, and every day I pray for patience not to do anything I will regret down the road. I have issues with delayed

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-84364673523017296582011-10-21T10:20:00.000+08:002011-10-21T10:20:22.793+08:00

My friends in high school or college (I seriously cannot remember which) christened me a "bookaholic" back when it became clear to them just how obsessed I was with books--and I refused to be called a bookworm because worms gross me out. image This is the book that I always credit for, well, everything. It's no exaggeration to say that I would be living a completely different life had it

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Today I declare someone as dead to me. Of course, in true Maris fashion, in my head, Dead Person has died a most gruesome and most painful death. It involves copious bleeding and Dead Person moaning and screaming in agony as death arrives ever so slowly. What? I only get to kill people in my head. Let's have fun with it. And from this moment on, I beg pardon for the usage of Dead Person instead

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-11010210515226305772011-10-17T09:22:00.002+08:002011-10-17T09:22:41.383+08:00

I am typing this on Kasler right now. YES! ON KASLER! And I am so happy. Kasler's brand-new hard disk has been installed, the OS has been reinstalled, all the drivers have been installed and updated (which took me two hours to complete because I was already on my own when installing the driver for the wireless Internet). I have also already downloaded Firefox, Chrome, iTunes, uTorrent, and

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I apologize ahead of time and do feel free to roll your eyes as you read this post. Yes, I am way too attached to a non-living thing. Early Sunday morning last week, in the middle of watching the then-latest episode of Community, Kasler (my ever-beloved firstborn) suddenly froze. And right in the middle of a good scene too. So I did what I usually do during times like these and restarted. But

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-1932478239841252032011-10-02T04:35:00.000+08:002011-10-02T04:35:39.177+08:00

My legs are pretty much covered in Salonpas patches this weekend. And let me tell you why. Our company's annual 5K is right around the corner, and my office mate and I have been training for it since the second week of September. Look! Here we are at last year's run: Okay, they really shouldn't have left the winners' stand unattended. We're not actually set on winning (we're not that

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-324443079815145802011-09-25T15:05:00.000+08:002011-09-25T15:06:03.604+08:00

Remember when I had this 30-day-turned-weekly blog challenge last year? No? I don't blame you. I barely remember it too. LOL. Anyway, I once embarked on a 30-day challenge that I turned into a weekly thing because I figured it might make it easier for me to accomplish. HOWWRONGWASI?? So now I've resurrected it, beginning with where I left off a year back. And this time, I better not fail. You

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-46394497757969322272011-09-24T06:30:00.000+08:002011-09-24T06:30:01.959+08:00

Back in college, the Alcoy Girls were somewhat created when they did their cultural mapping project (for a History class) in the southern town of Alcoy. (And no, I wasn't a part of that particular group. I did that project with another group and we did ours in Lapu-Lapu City. It was a nightmare. I was stuck with a group that barely did any work, and I did most of it. Hayyyyy. College.) Anyway. I

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-9223515358337136932011-09-23T07:30:00.000+08:002011-09-23T07:30:00.995+08:00

I remember the first time I met Carmel (or Carmel Sophia, whom I still call Carmel, even though she goes by Pia these days). It was the first day of classes in college. She was the first person I befriended that day. I certainly never would have imagined that seven years later, we'd all be gathered in a church, in somewhat formal attires and high heels and tie, for her wedding. I don't know

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-82588926659752135842011-09-22T10:30:00.000+08:002011-09-22T10:30:00.673+08:00

On top of an album now posted on Facebook, of course. After over a year since the team's last official outing (and by official we mean actually using our budget for these things--and yes, I work in a place where we are given a budget to hang out with our respective teams, how awesome is that), we finally got together, sat down, and decided once and for all that we were all going on an

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-78885467674720634322011-09-21T08:00:00.000+08:002011-09-21T08:00:06.265+08:00

The third day was much better. A good long sleep (necessitated by the excruciating migraine) also readjusted my body clock, so now I was fully-functioning during daytime hours. We got ready and decided to just wing it and look for a place to eat somewhere in the city. That meant a lot of walking.   Now, I have only one rule when it comes to dining while traveling, and that is to never eat at

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-10484038415432799642011-09-20T08:30:00.000+08:002011-09-20T08:30:01.106+08:00

Okay, Day 2 doesn't hold much in the greater scheme of things. After all, we spent seven hours on the road, from Pasay City to Baguio City. Our butts would be numbed, but we had the foresight to decide on splurging for the deluxe bus, which meant a comfort room in the bus itself, and roomier seats where you can stretch your legs. They cost a pretty penny, that bus ticket, but it was so worth it.

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-35436952371106620392011-09-18T20:09:00.003+08:002011-09-18T20:11:30.925+08:00

Over the weekend, while recovering from a stupid migraine, and taking it slow because I wanted to be as painkiller-free as I can take it because, really, I am sick of painkillers, I decided to update my blog. Going through my photos, I realized that there were a lot of stuff that I meant to blog about but I never did. Plus the new Blogger interface is really growing on me. It's very Google in

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-73815126445716410142011-09-18T19:30:00.000+08:002011-09-18T19:30:00.303+08:00

I cannot believe I haven't blogged about my epic (long) weekend trip to Manila and Baguio last February. I promised a blog about this back in April, and yet I never got around to it. I judge myself. Also, there's the fact that I don't think anyone reads my blog these days, so no one called me out on that April promise. Hee. Tuesday, February 22, 2011   The day before Day 1, or the day before

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-83430671792774314342011-09-17T21:48:00.001+08:002011-09-17T21:51:59.654+08:00

July 15, 2011, was a day that couldn't come any sooner. And I almost thought it would be impossible too because there was this major activity at work, and I was right smack in the middle of it; and I knew that if I didn't finish this before the fifteenth, I'd never get my leave approved. And Tynee and I planned to spend the whole day relishing the moments of watching the very last Harry Potter

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-18909997125198429932011-09-17T19:07:00.003+08:002011-09-17T19:09:29.538+08:00

So … obviously the movie changed a lot from the book. But what surprised me was how I was impressed with the liberties Steve Kloves took with this film. For the first time, I felt like certain rewrites worked better in the film than if he followed the book to the letter. Sure, there were some awkward moments, some lost moments, some “WTF did they do??” moments, but all in all, I’ve never

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-3774188653640717972011-08-06T23:04:00.000+08:002011-08-06T23:04:44.772+08:00

The high road is not the road I always take (or even want to take, for crying out loud). But it's the road we know that's right. I've been working for, what, three years since I unceremoniously shoved my thesis papers in a box and dropped them off in the attic with every intention to forget about the whole thesis drama forever. Okay, so there was some sort of ceremony, and I was doing the

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-40986968705273712092011-07-09T10:48:00.003+08:002011-07-09T11:03:39.852+08:00

Or how I'm slowly deteriorating in madness as the 15th of July gets closer and closer. You'd think that the perfect time to go into pieces over the end of Harry Potter would be when the last book actually came out. How I remember the day I finally got the last book. I was still a broke college student, and my abysmal saving skills wasn't able to let me buy the book for myself. Thankfully, Tynee

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-81342039111053142002011-06-06T09:29:00.000+08:002011-06-06T09:29:15.520+08:00

Today I woke up waaaaay too early for a work day. Six in the morning to be exact. Considering that the earliest time I can get in for work is at three in the afternoon (which means I will get to leave at midnight--and I should be so lucky if I actually get to leave on time)--well, hello, coffee old friend! I backtrack to yesterday to explain today. Last night was the luau party for one of the

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-46026318472009526552011-05-10T15:31:00.000+08:002011-05-10T15:31:31.503+08:00

Globe had to be down on my birthday. My birthday. And on my birthday when I'm still in some unexplainable Facebook hiatus. You can imagine just how quiet my birthday has been. I didn't even get the whole "Oh I couldn't send but I could still receive messages from non-Globe people" kind of situation. Noooooo. For the whole frickin' time (or around the middle of the afternoon as far as I could

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-43861715040881189492011-05-07T05:53:00.000+08:002011-05-07T05:53:47.378+08:00

One of the hardest things about working at night is the fact that you, well, sleep in the morning. Considering that I've gone through the past twenty-two years of my life sleeping at night, that is definitely the hardest thing to adjust to when you start working nights. And considering that it's already summer and it's beyond frickin' hot . . . you can just imagine how frustrating it is to

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-3831491924011605692011-05-02T02:14:00.001+08:002011-05-02T02:35:21.489+08:00

Random photos from everywhere just so I can catch up with blogging. Hee. Muji pens: I left these in our friends' apartment in Makati. I was admiring them too much the night before I was to leave for Cebu and ended up leaving them in their living room couch. I still cry for these pens to this day. And as such, I won't be back in Manila until September, so I've got months of crying ahead of me.

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-77301632174484221022011-04-10T13:40:00.000+08:002011-04-10T13:40:54.526+08:00

General Santos City is the last place I expected to be . . . ever. And it's for a petty reason too. People who regularly read my blog (i.e., my imaginary friends, heh) know how much I detest Manny Pacquiao and all he entails. I still stand that though he is an exceptional boxing champion and completely deserving of his fame and fortune in that arena, he has barely proven himself in any other

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-29997437739071238282011-04-09T07:07:00.000+08:002011-04-09T07:07:04.500+08:00

Why, yes, I am alive and well--though I am very much aware that it's been about two months since I last posted. That was right around Valentine's, I remember. And in this fast-paced blogging world where it's all about updates or else you are one sucky blogger (I am talking to you, self, you sucky sucky blogger), two months of non-blogging is practically a decade! But hey, look! I'm still wont to

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-77025574041093770902011-02-10T13:36:00.001+08:002011-02-10T13:45:42.671+08:00

You know those people who turned up their noses at the whole point of Valentine's and said "Sheesh, you need a day in a year to show someone you love them? Man up and do it every day!" Or "Blech. Valentine's is for the florists and the greeting card companies and the hotels and restaurants with their so-called promos. It's all business. It's all marketing. It's all bullshit." Yeah, I was one of

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-37432585533732523982011-02-10T08:32:00.000+08:002011-02-10T08:32:59.063+08:00

So someone got sick and had to stay home from work last night. I guess I was sicker and more tired than even I realized--and trust me, I've been telling people about how tired I've been lately. The minute my head hit the pillow, after pinging Tynee to go online since I was home (sorry, online buddy!), I was gone. I woke up six hours later feeling very rested but also very panicked. After all, I

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-23148063635964603612011-02-04T08:03:00.000+08:002011-02-04T08:03:44.416+08:00

This was a Sunday where I was a normal human being with a normally functioning social life. And I had an amazing time. I do love my friends. My weekends are usually spent, what else, sleeping. After trudging through my Saturday afternoon class, I'd go straight home, catch up with Tynee online, and fall asleep in the middle of our YM chats. Sundays are usually spent sleeping, eating, going

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-35079464212549734822011-02-01T16:15:00.000+08:002011-02-01T16:15:43.198+08:00

And by any kind, I mean the kind where you bump into a random high school classmate in the mall. See, I've made a habit of ignoring most of my high school classmates when I see them in malls. Actually, I make a habit of ignoring a lot of people in any public place--regardless of where I know or whether I know them or not. But the thing with high school classmates is because I was a good twenty

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-21057224304997130032011-02-01T08:55:00.010+08:002011-02-01T09:23:49.384+08:00

Okay, it's not my actual birthday. But last week was my one-year anniversary in my current job, and so I pretty much celebrated a birthday. The fact that I've lasted a whole year in an HR job is remarkable in itself. For one, after my first HR job, I swore never to return to this particular field. For another, the last time I turned one year in a job, I was already on the tail-end of my notice

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-61260320752529895882011-01-24T03:30:00.000+08:002011-01-24T03:30:37.319+08:00

2010 was quite a year. I know I've done my year-end post, but I want to take another moment to gush about the things I was able to experience last year. Without a doubt, my favorite memory would definitely be RENT in Manila, but there was also all the beach moments (Bantayan with office mates, my birthday, Talima with college buddies). For someone who barely got to smell the beach in 2009, it was

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-84668617841178738962011-01-16T22:50:00.001+08:002011-01-16T22:54:32.011+08:00

Yesterday, our office mate Anna got married in what was one of the sweetest weddings (she sang to the groom, for crying out loud) and funniest receptions I've ever been to. Our group was laughing the hardest. I can't believe no one else laughed as much when the reception host said "Hindi tao, hindi hayop, kundi bagay sila!" during the commentary with a A/V presentation. The road to the wedding

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-19022903140303329452011-01-11T16:10:00.000+08:002011-01-11T16:10:11.326+08:00

Oh hi, blog! I can't believe it's been weeks since I blogged. The new year has come and gone, and I am now smack in the middle of the hustle and bustle that post-holiday work (not that there's any difference; work was just as crazy over the holidays, heh) and school (whose bright idea was it to work and study at the same time?). Since the new year started, Globe cut off my phone line for not

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-21491154281566128412010-12-08T13:48:00.000+08:002010-12-08T13:48:16.346+08:00

I am staring at my ruined nails and this bit of oil that has refused to budge despite several hand-washing and sheets of wet tissue and I want to cry again. It's a girly instinct, to be sure. But dammit, I want to indulge. Hell, I'm sure one way or another, you'll agree that indulging in something girly and somewhat petty is kind of justified under the circumstances. There I was in my

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-75163912744806991542010-12-03T09:04:00.000+08:002010-12-03T09:04:05.340+08:00

Today I realized that it's been ten years since I graduated from elementary school. No wonder a lot of my former classmates are more than determined to organize a reunion one way or another. Not that I would ever go, if there would ever be one. Every day, I try to think of something that I love and am happy with about my life. And yes, it's more than worthwhile to be thankful of the everyday

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-15844640799534823242010-11-24T07:08:00.000+08:002010-11-24T07:08:38.911+08:00

I got my final grades for last semester, and hallelujah! My parents won't have any cause to disown me anytime soon. The fact that I actually got higher grades than I ever let myself hope for makes me so happy that I may or may not have shown my grades to anyone I could get away with simply because I could get away with it (seriously, I was preparing my "Speech to Convince Parents That I Am Still

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-33115765336973870952010-11-10T16:25:00.000+08:002010-11-10T16:25:37.400+08:00

 Nido Science Center, SM Mall of Asia, February 2010 Lately, it's been nostalgia left and right. Today I blame those random photo albums in Facebook that show you, well, random photo albums from your friends. This time it led to the one from Tynee filled with pictures from when we decided to indulge in being kids and spend the chunk of time before RENT at the Nido Science Center. We have happy

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-72816124383268477122010-11-07T23:47:00.001+08:002010-11-07T23:49:37.959+08:00

I now have carte blanche of the whole house for the next five hours. That's because the rest of the family is now asleep, and I--the working nonsparkling vampire who needs to be awake until the first bit of light has hit the sky--have the house all to myself until five in the morning. I rejoice. I have food and juice ready, I've got Criminal Minds freshly downloaded, and HBO will be showing

Marishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15607466684115434993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910003004784236755.post-8296582829898151552010-11-07T18:59:00.000+08:002010-11-07T18:59:14.633+08:00

I may or may not eat too much. Also, now I'm hungry.

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I have a bad habit of reading blog posts from the previous years so I can look back and check on how my life was a year ago. Sometimes, it's not bad. I find that I made less grammatical errors than I expected, and half the time, I actually make sense. But sometimes, it's not that good. Now, I'm not saying that my life is bad right now. In fact, it's pretty great. I've finally grown into my job

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I'm just going to push through with this meme as if I didn't miss the last seven weeks and just pick up where I left off.   I'm not exactly the friendliest of people, truth be told. I have this ironic--but all too real, believe me--social anxiety that makes it twice as hard for me to function normally in social situations. Still, I can't help but think of how blessed I am to have several groups

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Okay, I admit; I might have bitten off more than I can chew . . . and as the first semester of the school year ended, I came this close to spiraling out of the tenuous control I held over my life and barely pushed myself to make it to the end. Juggling school and work was so much harder than I imagined--so much so when you're working the night shift. So am I crazy in saying that I actually

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After wrapping up the last leg of the norm violation project for our Group Dynamics class--think swanky restaurant and pajamas--plus a hilarious turn at social influence, I decided to drop by Fully Booked to pay homage to our designated Rent bible. It costs about a bajillion bucks, and with plans sort of kinda underway for a trip to Hongkong Disneyland in a couple of months (to which I am doing

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It's been quite a busy week since last weekend, when the family jetted off to St. Bernard, Southern Leyte, to celebrate our grandmother's ninetieth birthday. It was an amazing birthday, and practically the whole town was involved. Relatives from all over the province came to celebrate with us. And I met yet another new relative; this happens practically every family gathering--how many people am

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Well this will be a quick post. And I'm not entirely sure I got the question anyhow. Does this refer to the title of my blog, "Hey, Life"? Or to the URL I am using. Let's go with both. That way, this entry could be longer. Hee. The URL is nothing major, truth be told. It's a palindrome--reads the same both backward and forward--and it's my name. Sometimes, I can be very boring like that.

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Everybody who knows me knows just how much I hate Twilight.* And in connection, Stephenie Meyer. So when I read somewhere that Stephenie Meyer gave the Hunger Games trilogy a good review, I shrugged it off as a series not worth reading. Forget the post-apocalyptic theme and promise of bloodshed that intrigued me ever since I read the synopsis at the back of the book, forget the rave reviews

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A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself Catching that glimmer of hope; the one only you can see Okay, maudlin caption aside, I tend to get really bored with my Web cam sometimes. Okay, a lot of times. I'm also supposed to write fifteen "interesting" things about me. Now, I'm not quite so sure these things will actually be interesting, and I might actually end up telling

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Okay, I still feel somewhat terrible that I didn't do so well and made my 30-day blog challenge last about two months. Considering the purpose of that particular blog challenge was to have one post a day. For this particular challenge, I'm going to be less ambitious (and more realistic about how much free time I have), and will make this the 30-day blog challenge--done weekly! What? Nothing in

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What do you know? I only had a day left to make the last entry of my actually-unsuccessful-but-I-still-stubbornly-powered-through 30-day blogging challenge, and still it took me about a week to come up with the last entry. And here I make a confession as to why my 30-day blog challenge deserves such an insanely hyphenated--and I assure you, completely accurate--description. Ladies and gentlemen

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I am seriously annoyed by all these talks about how Venus Raj could have won if she didn't make that "major major" blunder. You're kidding me, right? One, we don't know the exact outcome had she answered differently or was given a completely different question entirely. And we will never know. And that's the whole point. It's over, it's done. God, people, move on. It's been eleven years

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Facebook is, without a doubt, one of my most frequented sites--along with practically every other person in the planet. In fact, the only person I know who does not have a Facebook account would be my father--who, by the way, is turning fifty-seven years old today, so a shout-out to the birthday man! But to be perfectly honest, it's not my favorite place on earth. True, I get to connect with my

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The night shift is playing hell with my circadian rhythm. Hell, it's jump-roping with it, beating it at card games, outrunning it in marathons, humiliating it in badminton . . . And on and on it goes. I never really realized it until I took a two-day leave and spent the whole time either sleeping or sleepy. And it's not that I lack sleep. On work days, I actually manage 3-4 out 5 seven-hour

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I got home a good three hours after I was supposed to because the universe decide to dump a bunch of work on my desk that absolutely needed to be cleared before I went off on my two-day leave. Leaving the work until Monday would mean that people would be coming after me with pitchforks and stakes--from people from as far away as India, maybe even the US. So instead of the easy and relaxing

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There's never a week that I never get migraines. Never. It makes me wonder that maybe, in my past life, I was a horrible person. Maybe I acted on the mean and evil things that I only dare to think and jokingly blog about. Maybe back then, I was actually more bite than bark. Sometimes they're mild enough that I can go on with my life and pretend there's no drum solo softly playing inside my

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Being wide awake--and usually hungry--early in the morning has led me to rediscover a childhood love: pandesal. The pandesal is practically a staple in Filipino breakfasts. It's versatility and availability (shame on any bakeshop that does not offer this) makes it perfect for everyone. You can dunk it in coffee or spread some margarine and some butter or maybe a handy sandwich spread. You can

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There are exactly six days since my last post, but at least it didn't come to a week, so that's saying something, right? I don't have much of a reason to why I did happen to skip about a week. Maybe it's the melancholy of the past week that prevented me from coming up with words. Work has been downright stressful, and I have been downright broke on top of it. Though it would make for one hell

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Truth be told, even after more than half a year of doing the non-sparkling-vampire hours, I still feel somewhat restless. How else can I be when I only have two hours of sleep on Saturdays because of school and when practically everybody else I know is working regular hours? But I promised myself many things. One, that I'd stick to the field of human resources--otherwise, the whole point of

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So . . . I got bored this early Monday morning. There wasn't much on TV, despite wishing for the better part of an hour that my dad would get to sleep so I can lay claim on the television already. Everybody else (and by everybody else, I mean Tynee) was asleep. There was nothing new on my feeds and nothing new on Tumblr or Facebook. It's pretty easy to see where I got bored. So I decided to

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Handgun Bluetooth Handset; you get to answer the phone by pulling the trigger. I kinda do not like phones much, and I'm not the most reliable communicator when it comes to mobile phones. In fact, it takes me at least a year and a half before I answer text messages. I'm better with e-mails--and even then, it takes me another year and a half to compose a message, trying to make sure that it's

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I figured that for me to survive through the next three (or hopefully shorter) years of juggling grad school and work and the occasional part-time work, I have to rethink my love affair with sleep. Back in college--hell, up until a year ago even--I could easily exist with four hours of sleep. Sleeping before two in the morning was early for me, and come hell and high water, I was up and about by

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I am beginning to think that for the next few Saturdays, I will be regularly startling comments from baristas when I ask for two espresso shots in whatever it is I am ordering. It is the only way I can stay awake for the rest of the day. Then again, I'll probably still need to doze off for a second or two during class because I am certainly feeling sleepy now, and I just finished my drink with-

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The last two days were spent in a couple of trainings at work. The bummer was that I had to go to work at two in the afternoon. On the first day, I survived on three hours of sleep--and proceeded to finish a twelve-hour workday because I still had things to finish even after the training. It's amazing how when you need to wake up early, you won't be able to sleep. Universe, I am not amused.

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Disclaimer: Possibly incoherent blog. Surviving on 3 hours of sleep and have to rush to work for a training. I probably shouldn't blog when my body is still practically screaming for sleep. I don't really want to type a maudlin and weepy and whiny blog about how depressing the past week has been, but considering I've found myself crying more times in the past seven days than I have ever done in

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I have to admit, like many early fans of Glee, it was the YouTube clip of them doing the "Don't Stop Believing" number that got me hooked--that and Tynee's incessant insistence that I watch the YouTube clip. And from then on, I was a fan. I religiously waited for every episode to be available for download and was never more than a week late when watching it. I downloaded every song and

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I'm currently looking at places I can possibly move into a few months from now. I'm juggling my current salary, counting off what money I could set aside for my quest for independence as I struggle with phone bills and tuition fees and possible-tooth-extraction expenses because I think my stupid wisdom tooth is growing sideways instead. For a wisdom tooth, it's awfully dumb. I'm thinking I

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That was full of apple cubes two minutes before this picture was taken. As I have recently discovered on this very same day, it's actually a lot of fun to munch on apples while working. Okay, confession time. Contrary to the office's current conspiracy theory on why I suddenly bring healthy snacks to work, I never actually consciously thought of getting something healthy. The thing was, on

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This is currently my phone's wallpaper--and has been for the past week. It used to be a picture of Matthew Gray Gubler, but I was mostly doing it to one-up Tynee, because her MGG wallpaper looked cool. It was nine years ago when the first movie was released. To this day, I still think Emma Watson overacts and Rupert Grint is grossly underrated and Daniel Radcliffe is distinctly shorter, but how

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Yes, I've been remiss in this 30-day blog challenge. I will, however, still post the last few days' "supposed" posts. I am damned and determined to have 30 posts. Because I can be insane like that. My sister and I are not exactly the best cooks in the world. In fact, it is a joke in our family--which my sister appreciates most of the time--that when she gets married, she is to marry someone

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I take a break in my semi-successful 30-day blog challenge to help out a friend. CALL FOR ABSTRACTS/PAPERS: 2010 Mindanao Conference on Issues in Development. For more information, please contact the conference secretariat at the UP Mindanao-CHED Zonal Research Center XI thru telefax at (082)293.1839 or e-mail at research@upmin.edu.ph.

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Maybe it's because botox has always been associated with things people stick into different parts of their face when they feel that they look too old.* Maybe it's because I don't exactly understand the point of Botox for an eighteen-year-old. And maybe it's because it's Belo and I never liked her and she's filmed it and it's the most ridiculous thing ever. Seriously. I get (and somewhat, to a

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Back when I was still unemployed and blissfully ignoring my preview-to-a-quarter-life crisis, my parents insisted that I take out every bit of official identification that I could get my hands on. Part of it was because I had this half-baked plan of moving to Manila and making it as an editor; and the parents and I were determined that should I ever end up wandering listlessly in the big bad

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This was lunch today--well, technically yesterday, but I still say this counts as a Saturday post. *grin* We got a two-hour break before our six-hour class (made up for a missed class last week, hence the six hours). And I parked my butt in Seattle's Best because--well, the discount card pretty much decided it for me, but their Internet kinda rocks too. And for this lunch break, the Internet

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I'm hitting a plateau in blogging right now, so this will be another edition of what I like to call "Tidbits." I actually do have a couple of ideas, but they need pictures to support the post, and those pictures are in my phone--and I'm a bit pressed for time to have to upload them. Yes, considering it will take about two minutes, tops, I am lazy like that. Heh. 1. I was reading Harry Potter and

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The Oatmeal does it again. Created by Oatmeal Watch out Justin(e) Bieber, I'm-a get ya! Honestly, he sounds like a girl. Proof: (Grocery shopping, one random weekend; Justin(e) Bieber's song was playing in the speakers; tween girls were swooning at random aisles; I was definitely not amused) Me: Can you believe girls actually love this guy? Mom: This is a guy? Me: Unfortunately for the male

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But first, let me get my defensive mode on. I actually wouldn't have missed yesterday's post, but when I logged in yesterday afternoon, I couldn't access Blogger (and YM for that matter, whatevs, universe). That bummed me out because I slept late and was in a rush, and yet I still went ahead and booted up Kasler because I wanted fall into schedule. [/defensive mode] I was watching the

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Whoops, I missed posting this yesterday. Hee. Ever since the trailer for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was released, I couldn't stop myself. Especially since I had recently figured out how to convert PDFs into the EPUB format that would make it readable on iBooks--Harry Potter books, of course, were the first to be converted. I have been on a major Harry Potter high for several weeks now

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I don't know exactly why it is. Maybe it's because we're dealing with topics that are familiar to me or maybe it's because I am at the same school and under the same professor at one class, but being a student once again is not quite the shock to the system that I thought it would be. Sure, it was a bit disheartening to realize that for the next four months or so, I won't have the usual

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I feel like I'm losing my blogging mojo. I didn't have much of it before, truth be told; but at the height of my soul-searching interlude (or what a lot of people would call unemployment), I at least blogged maybe once or twice a week. Sometimes, I was oddly more prolific than I wanted to be and shared more than I intended. These days, I post maybe once or twice a month. Which makes me think

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Thanks to Tynee, and one random night, when Fox TV showed an episode, I have been a huge Criminal Minds fan for almost a year now. I know, I'm about four seasons behind, but trust me, I wasted no time catching up and gushing on the awesomeness that is Spencer Reid--and by extension, Matthew Gray Gubler himself. It is still a toss-up on whether I love Matthew Gray Gubler because of Spencer Reid

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 There's so many things I could say, but I can't, because there's not enough time and enough words to express them. So I'm just going to say this. I'm a very lucky girl to have a father who lets me be whoever I want to be. And I take comfort in the fact that whatever happens, I know I can turn to him. I know I've been a headache of sorts all these years because I tend to do things without

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I always figured that 2010 would be a year of taking chances for me. This is another one. Somewhere in the past, a teenager me is fuming and mentally squashing the present twenty-something me like a bug. I once swore that after I get my bachelor's degree, it would be at least five years before I even start thinking about going back to school. Sorry, teenager me. On the other hand, it is both

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Over the weekend, my college friends and I decided to try out Cebu's newest attraction, Talima Adventure and Water Park and indulged in being children for a day. We tried the Funflatables--which, incidentally, was definitely a lot of fun. We tried their Zip and Splash, although it was more Zip and no Splash because it was a low tide. It is injustice, I tell you. But I will take it as a reason

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I don't know exactly why this blog has been pretty much neglected these past few months. I can come up with some random stuff here and there, but they will make this entry even lengthier than I would want it to. This weekend, which is not much considering I am spending most of it sleeping or helping to plan a company party with a slashed budget and only two days to prepare, I will work on

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People who know me, even just peripherally, will know that I am very vocal and passionate about what I believed in. And yet, aside from a couple of comments here and there, a couple links here and there, and a couple of discussions--heated or otherwise--with friends regarding our choices for the next president, I kept stayed away from talking about the elections. Because inasmuch as I wanted

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Let's see. My older sister just got married, and I'm still wrapping my head around the thought that I now have someone to refer to as "my brother-in-law." My seatmate in the office talks to me about trips with their realtor, searching for a land where they can soon build their future home. And we've recently taken to talking about mortgages. (Yes, I can talk about mortgages, shockingly enough.)

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If you're a Catholic in the Philippines, chances are you're not actually singing the "Our Father" during mass. Or at the very least, you're either mouthing the words silently, or singing every few notes when you find one that you can actually hit--at a falsetto. And that's not all. You'd be lucky enough to go to a church that doesn't change the notes to "Our Father." I've been to this particular

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There are two reasons why I've written this post. First one is that I just watched a few episodes of How I Met Your Mother and suddenly found myself mentally making a list when Ted made his list. The second one is that I'm putting off cleaning my room--and have been successfully doing for the past two or three hours. This may actually end up being a list of reasons why I'm still single, but for

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Here's the thing. Earlier this week was a stressful day at work. And I wanted nothing more than to go home and rant to the wind--or at the very least, rant in my blog. For one thing, I don't think anyone from work actually knows I have a blog. Although that's nothing a quick Google search won't remedy, but I doubt anyone is as good and intense about Googling like I am. Except for Tynee, of

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I lost our camera sometime back, so all the documentation was up to Tynee. But I still want to show off pictures! Did I mention? This was the most awesome trip yet. Backtrack a few months, in October 2009, two complete Rent heads heard about a Manila staging for RENT. Considering these two girls were about to be flat broke and were absolutely jobless by then, they pulled miracles after miracles

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There's no other word to describe how I am with writing these days--rusty. Beyond rusty. I don't know how it happened. There are so many things I wish to have written about these past couple of months. And yet my blog is empty beyond a picture of what has been one of the best vacations I've had since, well, forever. There's a story there, and yet it took me a month to actually sit down and

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In less than a month, I saw myself hopping islands and snorkeling in the rain with the fishes, leaving for Manila for one exciting and unforgettable night just to see Rent, and spending a glorious sunny weekend in Bantayan. I told myself I'd travel more this year. That I'd see more beyond the four corners of this city that has been both confinement and sanctuary. This is only the beginning;

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About three weeks ago, I started with my new job as an MIS associate for human resources at Wipro, a BPO company. Being a part of what is essentially employee relations (our department comes with a different name in the company), it means that I now keep to the night shift. I've never worked the night shift before. The latest that I've stayed in the office was about 11:30 PM, when we were doing

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I was going through my high school classmates photos from, well, high school. And I am somehow amused that I am barely in any of these photographs. Which would be weird considering I actually got along with these people very well. Yes, people, I wasn't always a bitch. The thing is, these pictures were probably taken during lunch breaks, at which point, I would be in the library, devouring every

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I could barely contain myself. We've been planning this for so long, and now we're here. We became complete Rent heads about three years ago. We were still in college then. We saw the movie first, so it's safe to say we're movie purists. Considering they have most of the OBC in the film, we hold them as our standards for how the roles should be played. To say Tynee and I are purists is to put

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Since Tynee and I discovered our love for Rent because of the movie adaptation, yes, we can pretty much be considered movie purists. Considering all but two of the movie cast were original Broadway cast (OBC), they're pretty much our standard for these characters. Still, we were always left with the desire to see it live onstage one day. True, the movie made fans out of us, but more than that,

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