Monday, July 4, 2011

Photos from El Nido, Palawan

Cross posted from Travelkage.blogspot.com

Intro taken from my El Nido article published in the Philippines Yearbook 2008: Travel Issue. Photos are from my latest vacation there (June 2011).

If Palawan is the Philippines' "Last Frontier" then its town of El Nido is the vanguard of the frontier's borders. Flora and fauna are a premium draw here as there are only five islands where development for tourism purposes is allowed.

Majestic marble cliffs stand guard over sandy shores and glassy waters. Small villages co-exist a mere boat ride away from some of the most luxurious resorts in the area. There are lagoons filled with emerald depths and endless discoveries. Explore age-old caves and learn their whispered secrets. Or simply be on the look out for the multitude of wildlife both common and rare that make their homes on this enchanted place. There are 16 endemic and 10 threatened species of birds, 6 types of marine mammals endemic, and four species of endangered turtles that call the waters and forests of El Nido home.

Celebrated author Alex Garland is said to have drawn inspiration for his bestseller "The Beach" from his stay at El Nido's Bacuit Bay. One visit to this marine reserve and you will understand why.

My brother swims with the resident Jacks that come for breakfast at Miniloc.

Kayaking the Small Lagoon


Snorkeling Cove 2.5 off Lagen Island. (I dove down and hung on to a rock - not a coral - for this snapshot)


Sunset from Lagen Island.


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Join the Fight to save our seas

*gets on sparkly pink soapbox*

June 8 is World Oceans Day as well as Blog Action Day. The upshot of which is this:

If you would like to bring awareness to the plight of our marine ecosystems or find a way to help/volunteer/pass legislation/create noise/fight the good fight then please head to the Save Philippine Seas group page on Facebook and join up.

On Twitter, search the hashtag #reefwatchph to keep updated on what's been going on the last few weeks.

*gets off sparkly pink soapbox*

And now I leave you with some photos taken on various dives and snorkeling trips in the country.


Coron, Palawan













Panglao, Bohol














Panglao, Bohol












One of thousands of stingless jellyfish in Suhoton Cove just off Siargao Island.












Butanding, Donsol.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Good Eats: Sustainably Farmed Fish List

Before I begin, I have to warn you all that this is a little nerdy but not really that much fun. What with the reports on the illegal collection of reef fish and coral, I felt it behooved me to remind everyone that pelagic fish are just as important to the ecosystem as the pretty fish that make it to Disney/Pixar films.

It's always important to know where your food comes from. Just because an item is on your favorite restaurant's menu or in your local grocery's freezer doesn't mean it's sustainably farmed or environmentally safe.

Here's a list and a few links to help you get started.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Archives: Chocolate Mmmmmassages

*Found this in my archives on TravelKage. Published in Metro Magazine October 2006 issue. And yes, I super want a massage right now.


Corporate Bohemian Kage Gozun spent an afternoon being pampered with a chocolate body scrub for this month's issue. When she isn't researching spa treatments she enjoys traveling and photography. She dreams of owning an island one day.


Chocolate Treat Good Enough to Eat

Women love chocolate, there's no two ways about it. A chemical compound in chocolate simulates the same sensation humans feel when we fall in love. Small wonder then that women love their bars of chocolate-y goodness. Call it cliché or an age-old stereotype but many will say that it is true. As a gender, we are in love with the rich creamy by-product of the lowly cacao bean. We can't help it.

And recent studies have shown that chocolate isn't just a yummy treat. It can actually be good for you! Chocolate contains beneficial antioxidants such as polyphenols which have been revealed to defend against heart disease. In a 2004 Journal of the American Medical Association, it was said that aside from lowering blood pressure, the intake of chocolate compounds also make blood vessels less rigid. There are other claims that the built-in antioxidants in chocolate also guard against pollution and sun damage.

Too bad they haven't found a way to make the consumption of chocolate a truly healthy activity. Chow down on the sweet stuff too often and we're faced with weight gain. And you don’t ever want to be on the receiving end of a woman’s “Do you think I look fat?” if you know what’s good for you.

There is however, a way to get the benefits of chocolate without battling its disadvantages. A simple solution that not only invigorates your senses, but also makes you feel like a pampered princess.

Sound good to you? Head over to the Sanctuario Spa, Salon and Organic Café along Jorge Bocobo St.in Malate, Manila and order yourself the Tsokolate Ahhhh!. This two-hour body scrub and massage features our favorite food in the entire world and is a service guaranteed to make women everywhere swoon.


Having a trained masseuse slather chocolate on your body while easing the knotted muscles in your back already sounds like a treat in itself. So can you believe that there are even more benefits to experiencing this massage treatment? Chocolate contains vitamin E, cocoa with butter and almond oil, all of which are excellent moisturizers. This moisturizing property seeps into the skin to combat cellulite, ironic since eating so much of it can lead to weight issues. Plus, the scent of chocolates stimulates endorphins in our bodies that make us feel happier.

How can any woman feel anything but happy after spending over an hour covered in chocolate?

Stripped down and wearing the bathing garments provided by the spa, the treatment begins with a soak in a private hot tub. Your attendant allows you some quiet time, to just relax in the steamy water and inhale the aroma of the flowers floating around you. When you are ready, you move to the massage bed. This is the portion that puts treat in the word treatment.

Slowly, generous amounts of native dark chocolate are layered on your body. Ground beans are blended into the chocolate mixture to gently exfoliate dead skin. Using a soft kneading method, your body is massaged to a point of total relaxation. Your entire body is covered in this healing and nourishing combination. Pressure points are targeted, tension is eased, and every time you inhale, you smell that rich dark chocolate scent.


After that is a quick hop into the shower to wash off the body scrub. The steam coming up from the shower envelopes you in a chocolate-scented mist that only further heighten this delectable experience.


Then it’s back on the massage table for another hour’s worth of massage therapy. During this final phase, Sancturio uses Cocoa Butter, which is actually the edible and natural fat of the cacao bean. It is purported to help fade the appearance of scars and stretch marks. More than that, it smells fantastic and feels even better. If there were any knotted muscles left over from the body scrub, this portion of the treatment is sure to take care of them. Smooth strokes and gentle pressure aid in blood circulation while the targeting of key areas in the body gives you a feeling of total and utter relaxation. Every woman deserves to feel this calm!


The bonus of finishing the treatment with cocoa butter is that it eliminates the need to shower afterwards. All you need to do is put on your clothes over that newly-buffed, baby-soft skin and walk out the door to whatever fabulous plan is on your agenda.


Whatever you decide to do, having the Tsokolate Ahhhh!. definitely starts you off on the right foot.


So never fear ladies, chocolate is always just a phone-call away. And without the calories!

Monday, May 16, 2011

How to do a Girls' Night Out at Lu


Granted, I am not one to do chi-chi when I absolutely don't have. I prefer steady bars with good food and cheap booze where I can show up in flip-flops and wearing no make-up. But there are times when the mood strikes - moments when I am up for a bit of a splurge. Usually these nights involve three major elements: my chicas, long catch-up sessions and Lu.

Lu is located on the ground floor of La Joya Building in Rockwell, right beside The Ice Cream Bar. The Moroccan/Mediterranean restaurant also serves as a bar when the clock strikes 10pm and has been my favored spot for a "lets-spend-s0me-cash" Girls' Night Out ever since my friend Jenina took me there.

The menu is quite extensive and the bar list adequate. I won't go into detail because I honestly haven't sampled a wide enough array of the goods to give you a good review. BUT
this is how we do Lu:

Crispy prawn and shiitake spring rolls and Vietnamese rice rolls with curried chicken. (Php275)















Mexican Frites: steak, onion rings, mushrooms, pickled onions, a salad. (Php795)














And of course: our drink of choice the Frozen DiabLu... (Php285-ish if memory serves)



















To reserve, call (+632) 403-3991

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Patintero

Matagal na akong naglalaro ng patintero. Hindi ko ipagkakailang magaling akong maglaro nito. Siguro dahil mas matanda na ako ngayon, at hindi na ako ganoon ka-bilis tumakbo o ka-galing sumingit. Pero noong mas madalas pa akong maglaro, isa ako sa magagaling sa grupo ko.

Dahil tuwang-tuwa ako sa patintero, marami na rin akong naturuang mag-laro, marami na rin akong natutunan sa kakalaro. Siguro masasabi kong naging parte na rin ng buhay ko ang patintero.

Minsan, nag-aya akong magpatintero. Madami akong niyaya dahil alam kong masisiyahan sila sa laro, at dahil alam ko rin na yung mga kalaro ko dati ay matutuwa kapag mas madami kaming naglalaro, lalo pa’t mga bagong mukha ang makakalaro namin. Noong una, may mga ayaw sumali, may mga ayaw magpasali. Pero dahil sa kagustuhan kong makapaglaro at magsaya – di lang ako pero pati ang mga kaibigan ko – talagang sinikap ko at ginawa ko ang makakaya ko upang makapaglaro sila. Pagakatapos ng sandaling panahon; ayun, naglalaro na kami ng patintero.

Pero napansin ko na medyo nagbago ang laro. Una, napansin ko na hindi na ako nakakapaglaro masyado. Hindi dahil ayaw ko, kindi dahil nagpapatintero pala sila nang hindi ko nalalaman. Siguro dahil magkakapareho sila ng estilo ng paglaro, siguro dahil hindi na ako ganoon ka-galing, o dahil siguro ayaw lang nila akong kalaro.

May mga pagkakataong nakakapaglaro ako. Pero napansin ko na tuwing kasali ako sa laro, panay antenna o patotot ang binibigay na papel sa akin. Kumpleto na daw sila.

Yun yung masakit. Ikaw na nga yung nagyaya, ikaw pa yung nagging saling pusa.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

In Celebration of Mother's Day...

I bring you a new segment of this blog...

The MOMMY FILES.

File #001
At the store in Los Angeles...
Mom: Hi, excuse me. Do you have the sneakers... The black ones? The... Chuck Norris?

File #002
Me: Mom, Ang luma na ng air con ko. Parang gusto kong bumili ng bago. Magkano kaya magagastos ko?
Mom: Depende kung ilang Megapixels yung bibilin mo.
Me: Diba Horsepower?
Mom: Oo nga pala!

File #003
In the living room, after dinner...
Mom: Shet, parang may tinga ako. May dental gloss ka?

That's it for now. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there! :)

Monday, May 2, 2011

A Switchfoot Story

This is not a concert review. This is a story of my favorite moment during the Switchfoot concert as well as an explanation of why this band rocks so hard.

I am a fan of Switchfoot for more than just their music. The brothers Foreman and their friends Drew, Chad and Jerome not only create exceptional songs, they are also good people. Every year they are at forefront of an event called the Bro-Am.

Held in San Diego, where the band hails from, the Bro-Am is a beach concert aimed at giving back to their community. This year they raising both funds and awareness once again for "Stand Up for Kids", a charity organization aimed at helping disadvantaged kids in the Oceanside and San Diego areas. So yes, Switchfoot sings with heart because they have heart. Their music sounds grounded because they are, in fact, grounded. I should also point out that the band uses solar powered energy during the event to cut down on their carbon footprint. And for that I will always be a fan... and would do almost anything to meet them.

So of course I had to watch their concert here. It was all I could talk about in the weeks leading up to the concert date. As luck would have it, I was hit with a severe case of food poisoning the morning of the show. I didn't care. I tried to flush the toxins out - and failing that - braced myself for a night of stomach spasms and cold sweats. My friends Nina and Tara came prepared to help me with painkillers, Gatorade and Coke (given the rumor that Coke helps with these delicate matters).

It was worth it.

Even if I sometimes had to sit down and breathe through the pain, I was STOKED to be at the show, listening to Switchfoot perform some of my favorite tracks ("Stars", "Your Love Is A Song", "A Mess of Me") and drinking in the good vibes that washed over the crowd.

At one point Jon Foreman brought out his camera and asked for all the lights to be turned off. "Even my spotlight please" he asked as we waited to find out what was going on. Then he said "Okay, this is my idea. Let's ALL take a photo at the same time" and went on to explain that we would all share this one moment, one shot in the dark, together... at which point I turned to Tara and Nina and said "Just when I think I can't love this band any more than I already do. Wala na, mahal ko na siyang tunay."

So, on the count of three, hundreds of cameras flashed in the dark and my iPod, not known for taking the best photos under the best of circumstances, managed to snap this photo:

This is me and Tara... sharing one moment in time with everyone else who was there.

Thank you Switchfoot for one of the best shows I've ever been to. Thank you Nina and Tara for taking such good care of me during the show. Thank you Jon Foreman for being one of the sincerest front men ever. Good luck guys on this year's Bro-Am... which I am sure will be a success.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Just Another Manic Monday.

I open my eyes. It's 5:30 in the morning. YUCK. I hate Mondays. I struggle to keep my eyes open as I crawl out of bed and drag myself into the bathroom. I have an hour to get ready for work, which starts at 7:00 AM. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, throw my clothes on, and slip my feet into my trusty flip-flops (my heels are waiting for me in my locker, so I won't bother killing my feet just yet).

As I brave the traffic on EDSA (as a passenger—which doesn't really make me "brave" at all—haha), I map the day out in my head. Class at 7 to 3; no meetings and no special projects lined up, so I should be done by 4, right after I finish my reports. I check the clock on the dashboard and I see that it's 6:40. Oh, no. I can't be late. I begin thinking about asking another trainer to cover for me during the first few minutes of class. What activity should I ask that trainer to give them? How many minutes 'till I get to work? I snap out of my trance when I see that the car is approaching the building. I check the clock and see that I have 12 minutes before my class starts.

I ride the elevator (which takes forever because I work in what is one of the oldest buildings in Makati) to get to the fourth floor, and I finally clock in at 6:53. I don't have enough time to check my E-mail, so I gather my training supplies and head on to the training room to officially start my day.

The class is in a jovial mood (am I seriously the only one who doesn't like Mondays?!), so it's easy for me to start the day with a grammar module. Call me weird, geeky, or anything you like, but I will never be ashamed to admit that running a grammar module always puts me in high spirits and geared up to teach the entire day. My happiness is cut short when I see the confused looks on their faces. I need to think of something else for them to get this. I rack my brains out while they work on an exercise online. Finally, I come up with a game in an attempt to get them to comprehend the lesson. The trainees half-heartedly take their places for the game, possibly because they were doubtful of their understanding of the lesson. But in the middle of the game, the mood begins to change. Both teams have their game faces on, analyzing each and every word of each and every sentence of each and every round. Team one wins, but only by five points. The game is processed and the trainees respond positively. The class is tired, but I'm satisfied because I'm able to get my point across.

During the first break I get my daily fix of caffeine. Because I didn't get enough sleep last night, I decide to order what I like to call "a slap on the face." I say goodbye to the friendly baristas after claiming my drink. I happily sip my iced double tall caramel breve latte while I go for a quick smoke. Before heading back to class, I stop by the photocopier to print copies of the quiz on the previous module.

After giving them a bit of time to review on their own, I hand out the questionnaires. While the trainees answer their assessments, I check my E-mail, reply to a couple, and clean up my inbox. By the time I got through all of the important messages, the class was done. They exchange papers (yes, high school style) and we go through each item. My satisfaction before the break was transformed into glee when I saw that all but one trainee (who missed it by one point) got passing marks. This gets me pumped for the next module, which I decide I will start discussing after lunch.

Agh! My feet are killing me! I take off my shoes and slip into my flip-flops while I grab a quick bite to eat. After chatting with some of my co-workers, I slip my feet back into the hell which are my heels. I head back to class, all geared up for the next module.

Thirty minutes pass and I'm still on the second part of my module, all thanks to a trainee who refuses to produce the long E sound. I walk toward her and stand behind her as I read the sentence of the board.

"The Philippines has a lot of beautiful beaches," I say.

"The Philippines has a lat of beautifool bitches," she replies.

I ask her to repeat the sentence. "The Philippines... has a lot... of beautifool..."

I repeat what she said. "Beautifool?"

She struggles to get the word correct. "Beauty... fool. Beauty... full. Beautiful."

"Good job," I say, and I ask her to repeat the sentence.

She inhales deeply as if she were going underwater. "The Philippines has a lot of... BEAUTIFUL... bitches."

It is now my turn to take a deep breath and force a smile. The little me in my head is starting to throw a tantrum. I calmly walk to the board and, using my "artistic skills," draw a picture of a beach beside a picture of a female dog. After 10 minutes of asking her (and the class, from time to time) to repeat after me, and having them point out that the two pictures were entirely different things, she finally gets the point. It's now time to move on to the next part of the lesson.

Finally. It's time for the last break. The final stretch. Two more hours and I'm done. After the last break, I instruct the class to do some activities to help them practice their pronunciation. I walk around, listening to them practice. I give feedback to a number of trainees. I stop by the trainee who was having trouble with her long E sounds and sit beside her. I'm happy to hear that she finally realizes the difference between the long E and the short I sounds. Although her pronunciation isn't perfect, she's started to become aware. After an hour of practice and coaching, I check the clock and see that it is 2:55 PM. Time to go home, for them at least. I give my final reminders for the day and send them off.

I rush to the trainers' room to work on my reports. I swear I could hear my feet saying a speech of appreciation when I changed into my slippers. I start writing my report and finish it in 20 minutes. After proofreading it, I send the report to my managers. Right after clicking the send button I hear laughter from the other side of the room. I follow the laughter, and 10 minutes later, I find myself engaged in a game of Taboo. No one complains about the noise so we keep on playing the game, screaming at the top of our lungs if we know what the answer is. Half an hour later, the noise dies down and we find ourselves debating the pronunciation of "mango." We laugh at ourselves because of the absurdity of the discussion, and settle on consulting trusty old www.m-w.com for the conclusion to our debate. Before leaving the office, I join some of my co-workers for merienda/early dinner. After filling our stomachs with good food and air (because of laughing too much), we decide to call it a day.


I finally leave the office at 6 PM. After an hour and a half of bearing the grueling traffic on EDSA, I finally reach the sanctity of my own house. Dinner's ready, but since I'm still full, I sit with my family and tell them about my day.

I check my mail, harvest my rent in Cityville, check FaceBook, and address pressing issues on Nationstates.net. At 11:30, I'm finally in my pajamas, getting ready for bed. As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but think about how tired I am, and how tired I will be during the week (Monday is the only day I get to sleep before midnight since there's no quiz). Nobody said that working in a call center was this physically and mentally exhausting. But everyday, you see people develop before your eyes, you get to meet people from different walks of life with different personalities, you build relationships with your peers and form wonderful friendships. And that makes the stress worth it.

Tuesday, here I come.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Screw the future!

Things I learned from years of "financial independence" and "budgeting":







- I can eat Century Tuna every freakin' day.

- If it's your dilapidated shoes' time, it's its time—no matter how much industrial strength rugby you slather on it.

- The idea of spending money on clothes and shoes causes me to develop a sudden, guilt-laced fever.

- Your budget remains theoretical until you actually follow it. Even if you've edited and formatted it with nice little borders and fonts.

- My "latte factor" will eventually run me into bum-hood. (Thanks Oprah!)

- In reference to your fiscal future, the repercussions of adopting the line of thinking that advocates the constant use of taxis despite a variety of weak excuses (It's raining! I have too many bags! I might get lost!) will be disastrous.

- WAP is evil. Like, three-times-your-usual-phone-bill type of evil.

- As expected, having cable television takes away the need to have actual friends. Welcome back crappy reality tv and all my other pseudo-friends! I've missed you!

- Stop arguing. You're not going to save money if you go to the mall. It's like dangling a mouse in front of a cat. And for the record, the mouse = you, the cat = your impending bankruptcy.

- I don't really need to drink fruit shakes or halo-halos every other day now do I?

- It doesn't really matter much that you walk to work every day when you go resto hunting at night. Unless of course basic mathematics changes and six pesos is suddenly greater than P200.

- No, you don't actually have to buy a P150 can of peanut butter nor that P100 box of mint tea.

- Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're not going to get anywhere by being bitter against the rich brats who were born into their credit limits. It's time to get angry. Like, you're-going-to-ram-yourself-into-a-wall-if-you-spend-any-more-money type of angry.

- You don't need to look further than the amount of shopping bags and resto receipts you have lying around the house for the reason why your bank account can never seem to recover.

- The following are dangerous words to people attempting to save money: "Eh, _____ pesos lang naman yan," "Discounted naman", "hindi naman tayo talaga gagastos," "anong balak mo tonight?" "this is a gift for myself," "I deserve this," and, well, basically the word "lang."

- To emphasize the point, discounts don't really equate to savings. And stop comparing to the regular price. Compare it to not spending at all. Not spending is what actually equates to savings!

- To be included in a long list of really bad mottos: Screw the future! Live in the now!



*Reposted from Belligerent Bliss

Monday, April 25, 2011

How to Make Your Own Granola


Before we begin, a warning—I do not deal with measurements so don't expect any in the recipe below. I like to cook by sight and smell and taste. Feel free to add to, subtract, or totally disregard some of the ingredients below.


What you'll need:
- Oats
- Dried fruits (Gourdo's sells packs of them for about P100/6 boxes.
- Raw honey/Coco Sugar/Evil White Sugar
- Tablea chocolate. Crushed/Crumbled
- Nuts, crushed (I use whatever I can find but avoid peanuts)
- Sesame seeds


What you have to do:
- Place a teflon pan on medium heat. Throw in the sesame seeds and toast for about 5 minutes.
- Remove sesame seeds, set aside
- Throw in the crushed nuts. Toast between 5-8 minutes.
- Remove nuts, set aside.
- Toast the oats for about 8 minutes. When they start to brown, put the sesame seeds, crushed nuts and dried nuts in. Mix for another 2 minutes, slowly sprinkling the coco sugar (or white sugar) over the pan.
- Switch to low heat.
- Add chocolate. Continue mixing.
- Drizzle raw honey over the pan and mix thoroughly (the honey is meant to bind the whole shebang together)


Remove from heat. Cool. Then eat. :)


I like to keep some in a baggie for emergency snackage, a quick surge of energy or as topping for frozen yogurt. Thank you Aston for introducing me to the awesome of self-made granola.

Angry Easter Eggs

For those of you out there who:
1. celebrate Easter and
2. are addicted to Rovio's "Angry Birds"


this link is for you: Angry Birds Easter Eggs.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Friday Funk: Adele


There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally, I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare
See how I leave, with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it’s bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love, remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling.
We could have had it all…
(you’re gonna wish you, never had met me)…
Rolling in the Deep (Tears are gonna fall,
Rolling in the deep)
Your had my heart… (you’re gonna wish you)… Inside of your hand (Never had met me)
And you played it… (Tears are gonna fall)…
To the beat (Rolling in the deep)
Baby I have no story to be told,
But I’ve heard one of you
And I’m gonna make your head burn.
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
As mine sure won’t be shared
The scars of your love, remind you of us.
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling…
We could have had it all
(you’re gonna wish you never had met me)…
Rolling in the Deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Your had my heart… (you’re gonna wish you)… inside of your hand (Never had met me)
And you played it… (Tears are gonna fall)…
To the beat (Rolling in the deep)
Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep.
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with your beating
Throw yourself through ever open door (Whoa)
Count your blessings to find what look for (Whoa-uh)
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (Whoa)
And pay me back in kind- You reap just what you sow
(You’re gonna wish you… Never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall… Rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all yeah
(you’re gonna wish you… never had met me)
It all. (Tears are gonna fall)
It all
It all (Rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(you’re gonna wish you, never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside… (you’re gonna wish you)… of your hand (Never had met me)
And you played it… (Tears are gonna fall)… to the beat (Rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
( you’re wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart… ( you’re gonna wish you)… Inside of your hand (Never had met me)
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat

Friday, April 15, 2011

Online Quiz: VisualDNA

This was what Imagini's test results said many moons ago. I recently remembered this test and decided to take it again just to see what the new results would be. 


The answer? Not much change in my VisualDNA. Except that apparently the test thinks I am a Wild Cat. Erm, okay.


Not the most insightful online quiz ever made but it takes all of 10 minutes and is a great way to kill some time before diving into the weekend.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Sometimes the Universe gives you a photo-op

I was en route to Manila from Bali via Jakarta late Friday night. Rushed to the baggage carousel as I had to grab my gear and go so I would make it to the next free shuttle service between the domestic and international terminals.

Got to the carousel and saw this:

It was perfect. I couldn't have ordered a better photo-op. Empty terminal, not a single bag in sight and a lone traveler in the backpacker porma of cargo pants-white shirt-and-tsinelas sitting slumped on his trolley. Grabbed my iPhone and took a snap before the rest of our flight arrived.

Every traveler knows what this man is feeling. Sitting there, tired, possibly sleepy... waiting for the checked in bags to come out so you can continue on your journey. Whether it's a trip back home or to your next destination... the wait for the bags is universal.

Thank you Universe for this moment.

And now back to your regular programming.

How to develop an actual life outside of work

*Reposted from my old blog, Belligerent Bliss.








1. Try not opting to spend Friday nights at the office. Take note, I said "opting to" not "forced to."

2. Blog, surf, chat, play and E-mail less during the day so that you can go out or maybe sleep at night (and with those words I have magically turned into my mother).

3. Stop casually watching your in-tray fill and actually work on them bit by bit instead of trying to finish it all off at three in the morning.

4. Text or call your friends once in a while to let them know that you are, in fact, still alive and are available to go out. *Will present a problem to people, like me, who do not have actual friends.

5. Come to work on time or try to avoid coming to work five hours late (and with those words I have magically turned into our cranky administrative assistant who regularly channels the spirit of my high school librarian).

6. Repeat after me: "No, I will not do that for you." There, don't you feel much better? Now, if your officemates won't stop asking then just hide under your desk.

7. Do not be caught bitching at your boss or she will go all Miranda Priestly on your ass.

8. Resist going to such sites as youtube.com, televisionwithoutpity or messageboards as they will aggresively consume your time.

9. Try to remember the last time that you've actually talked to your family, ate dinner at your house and got reacquainted with your nice, soft, cozy bed. Substitute nostalgia with regret, then with anger, then with desperation.

10. Remind yourself that, yes, life exists outside of your cubicle and said life does not include religiously following a reality tv show or successfully beating a computer game. Remind yourself that you deserve to experience said life. Validate yourself some more whilst hugging a stuffed animal. Finish off with a nice, Dr. Phil-esque bawl.


That is all for now.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

WB Upcoming Movies: June 2011


The Hangover 2
Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis, Ed Helms, Justin Bartha
June 8





PR: Phil (Cooper), Stu (Helms), Alan (Galifianakis) and Doug (Bartha) travel to exotic Thailand for Stu’s wedding.  After the unforgettable bachelor party in Las Vegas, Stu is taking no chances and has opted for a safe, subdued pre-wedding brunch.  However, things don’t always go as planned.  What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, but what happens in Bangkok can’t even be imagined.


Hanna
Saorsie Ronan, Eric Bana, Cate Blanchett
June 8





PR: A teenage girl goes out into the world for the first time—and has to battle for her life. Director Joe Wright weaves elements of dark fairy tales into the adventure thriller Hanna, filmed on location in Europeand MoroccoHanna (Ronan) is 16 years old. She is bright, inquisitive, and a devoted daughter. Uniquely, she has the strength, the stamina, and the smarts of a solider; these come from being raised by her widowed father Erik (Bana), an ex-CIA man, in the wilds of North Finland. Erik has taught Hanna to hunt, put her through extreme self-defense workouts, and home-schooled her with only an encyclopedia and a book of fairy tales. Hanna has been living a life unlike any other teenager; her upbringing and training have been one and the same, all geared to making her the perfect assassin.


Green Lantern
Ryan Reynolds, Blake Lively, Peter Saarsgard, Mark Strong
June 16





PR: In a universe as vast as it is mysterious, a small but powerful force has existed for centuries. Protectors of peace and justice, they are called the Green Lantern Corps. A brotherhood of warriors sworn to keep intergalactic order, each Green Lantern wears a ring that grants him superpowers.  But when a new enemy called Parallax threatens to destroy the balance of power in the Universe, their fate and the fate of Earth lie in the hands of their newest recruit, the first human ever selected: Hal Jordan (Reynolds)Hal is a gifted and cocky test pilot, but the Green Lanterns have little respect for humans, who have never harnessed the infinite powers of the ring before.  But Hal is clearly the missing piece to the puzzle, and along with his determination and willpower, he has one thing no member of the Corps has ever had: humanity. With the encouragement of fellow pilot and childhood sweetheart Carol Ferris (Lively), if Hal can quickly master his new powers and find the courage to overcome his fears, he may prove to be not only the key to defeating Parallax… he will become the greatest Green Lantern of all.



Conclusion: 
A No for Inexplicably Mabenta Guy Humor 2. A Likely for Ryan Reynolds in various states of undress. A Yes for Saoirse Ronan kicking some arse. That is all.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Dear Senior Year Me


Goal #13 in the 35 Before 35 list was to blog more often. It took Jacs and Kae to get me off my lapsed-writing ass but here I am. Thank you girlies. Following entry inspired by conversations with several amazing people over the last three months about growing older, facing fears, changing, and trying new things.

Dear Senior Year Me,


Your school year will start with a Philo class that changes your life in more ways than one. Your teacher is going to ask you to write down a manifesto of what you believe in and who you think you are. At this stage in your life, you think everything you write is deep and important. Make the most of that. As you grow older you realize that you are not as brave as you used to be. Life scars you. Living that out in the open makes you more likely to be hurt, makes you more likely to make mistakes. In the end what happens is that it makes you second guess decisions, makes you doubt what you stand for. Instead of leaping off cliffs, you stop to check how far you have to fall and how safe the water is below you. That's going to suck for a while. It will be in 2009 when some pretty horrific things happen to you (don't worry about that, you'll get over it, I promise even though it will feel like you never will).

And then you remember that back in 1997, you wrote a manifesto... and you will go look for it. And you'll read it. And you'll realize that person—idealistic as she was—is still there. And you make the decision to be that person again. This happens in early 2010, when you're over the 2009 incident. (See, I told you you'd get over it) It works for a while... it even inspires you to take up capoeira again. Then you forget. The world will come crowding in again. New fears, old issues. Same story.

It will take your friend Drew passing away suddenly just before New Year's eve for you to remember all over again. So you start your 2011 by reading that essay you wrote:





I am child of light
the dreamer, sky-watcher
head turned to the brillinace of
the waking world
the setting sun.
poet, dancer
creating from the world I move in.
I am not random. I will never be mediocre. I will live my life in awe of the universe. I am my most powerful weapon, my most creative tool. My identity and integrity are sacred to me. It is my firm belief that we all matter because we are human, regardless of creed, color, race or religion.
I believe in honesty, even at the risk of losing something. I believe in love and immerse myself in it wherever I can. I believe in friendship—a friend is a luxury gift you give to yourself... and conversely, a gift you give to others.
And I believe in happiness. If you know yourself, see that you are flawed but are okay with that, you can be happy. If you have your integrity and will not back down on the non-negotiables of your life, you can be happy. If you can kick your heels at the oncoming tide and dance barefoot around the edges of your life, you can be happy. Happiness comes to those who pursue life.

And you thank Drew for that final gift his passing leaves in your heart. You will decide that in 2011, that is the goal: to claim yourself all over again. It's going to be slow going. But you're doing it... looking for the old you so you can be a better version of your Senior Year self.
Now put down that beer and read that Pol Sci hand-out so you wont have to resort to praying in the chapel when you realize you're failing that class. ;)
Love,
You at 34