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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I</i></span>t has been almost two weeks since I arrived in Manila and I still haven't moved some of my clothes out of my bags. I can't say it's mostly laziness. There's this lingering feeling somewhere. Add to that the shock (yes, I have been in shock since December) of my mother finally allowing me to take <b>full</b> control of my ~destiny~ - Okay, future.<br />
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I'm adjusting to the city life again. It has been a year since I moved to Legazpi and I feel more like an outsider now. It's weird that I'm actually afraid of going out and commuting. I'm also afraid of the sun, and the heat, and the traffic, and horrible people. Gah.<br />
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I'm the new househelper now. Just kidding. While thinking of the different options a.ka. the different roads to success, I spend my time lounging around the house. I'm too fond of a local reality show and it's the only thing I watch the whole day. I don't get to do a lot of stuff because I'd rather sit and watch the live streaming the whole day (and get a really bad headache after).<br />
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I went out of the house yesterday (Yay!) to look for <a href="http://nearaphelion.tumblr.com/post/16921124075/this-is-the-week-where-i-went-all-out-with">books</a> and to buy a decent handy planner. This is the to-do list for today. I already accomplished 1, 2 and 3 but the <i>local reality show </i>got in the way again, so the Teux-Deux list is incomplete for today.<br />
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My allergies acted up once I started No. 1. This room is never dust-free and it always get worse at the end of the day. I also re-arranged stuff in my room. I had to ask my mom if it was okay that my bed is facing the door, away from the windows. I don't want to mess up some Chi, you know. I had a feeling it was bad luck, but I did it anyway. My room looks ridiculous now. All of the furniture is shoved to the left side of the room, leaving a big space for God-knows-what.<br />
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Sorry, but I'm using the procrastination power up today. Numbers 4 & 5 are moved for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow... Anyway, Happy February!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-25894180542820044182011-12-17T10:04:00.000+08:002011-12-17T12:47:40.819+08:0021st<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>T</i></span>he main reason why I decided to pack up right away and leave some unfinished business in Legazpi was because I wanted to celebrate my birthday in Manila, with the people I love. Being stuck in Legazpi for more than 6 months made me miss all the luxuries I had when I still resided in the Metro. Also, eating out without worrying about the expenses is something I always looked forward to. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">When the dishes came out, they looked so scrumptious! But when I looked back to that particular moment, my grumbling stomach fooled me so bad. Anyway, we didn't know what to do with them so we thought of reading the instructions first. Little did we know, we were already losing ample heat for the meat to cook properly. </span></span><br />
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A few things.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The meal was okay and there was nothing to spazz about. </span></span>You really can't control the way the meat is cooked, since the heat you
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distinct taste of the pepper though, it was a big plus. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was funny how my uncle's happy-excited face turned into a scowl after the meal. I took small portions of meat from each dish our family ordered. The only one that I liked was my sister's Beef Pepper Rice.</span></span></div>
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What made up for the <i>okay</i> dinner was my family bringing me to their favorite gelateria, Cara Mia located somewhere in Tomas Morato. They've been boasting about this awesome pistachio gelato they found while eating at Amici since March. It's about time I got to taste it! </div>
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Imagine this: Zero visibility, heavy fog, heavy rains, zigzag roads, cars with no headlights on, and cars surprising you on your way down. You can call me a wuss for not wanting to drive in that condition (let's pretend I could already drive). Anyone would be crazy to drive in that kind of situation. Well, my uncle and my mom are that crazy. </div>
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We were wrong in our assumption that the weather was better in San Fernando. To think of it, the weather was worse, minus the crazy fog. It was a good thing the town wasn't prone to floods during the 2 days we were there. My sister and my uncle wanted to play at the local mall's arcade, I just wanted to sleep and play Pottermore. I'm such a lazy-ass sloth. I went to the north to sleep and play Pottermore, such a thrilling vacation! </div>
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My favorite thing about San Fernando, aside from the beaches, is a restaurant called <i>Subong Kawali</i>. They have the best <i>kinilaw </i>I've ever tasted. I think I had all two servings to myself. I wasn't worried about "getting sick" since this kid has been eating street foods since '94 (Oh, have you tried Morayta's hepa lane? I bet you will be horrified). Since my mom's already a <i>suki </i>at the place (it was her team's favorite <i>tambayan</i>), we we're seated at the meeting area. We were so comfortable, we were a mess. We were the only people laughing and chatting inside. I loved that particular moment of our trip. </div>
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We stopped by Manaoag for a quick reflection and prayer. It's still one of my favorite places in the Philippines.</div>
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I was once a Kpop crazy girl when I was 16. I was once a fan of F4 (a thing which I purely regret up to now. If only I could refund the CDs I bought.) and Wang Lee Hom, and thought of trying out Korean artists. I started with Rain and BoA and eventually got on to Se7en, Shinhwa, TVXQ, etc. The whole thing didn't last since I was too busy being "mature" while starting college. Also, I didn't know how to tag the songs (particularly TVXQ, they have so many names). Man, I can't read Hanggul. Thank God it didn't escalate into stage F4-crazy. Clazziquai was the only one I kept listening to, 'cause they actually sound great and are not embarassing to listen to. People here haven't caught the Hallyu wave yet so it's I hopped on to Alternative then the Indie scene and never looked back... or so I thought.<br />
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As you know, I'm on a profession hiatus (I just made it sound pretty) and I've been doing stuff bored people are supposed to do, which is to frolick around the interwebs. I was in Manila for a while, and because of the mind-blowing connection speed there, I was able to spend my whole day watching senseless videos on Youtube. I re-watched GD & T.O.P's Knock Out MV, which I thought was really cool. Dude, these guys had the right swagger and were the free napeun namja's (bad guys) of the KPop scene. I developed a crush for T.O.P and it led on from there.<br />
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These past 2 months have been annoying for my sister. I've started listening to a lot of KPop music and she's also at the receiving end of this. I've turned her into a GD & T.O.P. fan after a few repeats of their album. "Knock Out" eventually became our jam. She was even singing along to "High High" proudly during our flight to Legazpi, not minding our seat neighbor. She doesn't approve of my support for Tohoshinki and forever questions my short attention span.<br />
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Don't think I only like these guys for their looks. If you look past the exterior, these people are amazing performers. They show where hard work can lead to. Reading about their training and what they went through, you at least have to show them respect. The genre might be a bit formulaic and sometimes really cheesy, but it works... at least for me.<br />
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I've admitted very embarassing things in this post. Things I've never thought of writing about. Things I've promised to keep hidden in a place where a fangirl resides whose favorite hobby is to squee. My <a href="http://www.last.fm/user/doubleddisco">last.fm</a> is now tainted with a lot of Hanggul characters and Hallyu wave artists. Bon Iver might not like the ambiance there now, but I don't care. I've liked a music genre when a few months ago, I vowed to never get into it. I hated seeing these people dominating music channels. And now I scream along fangirls. One thing I promise though, is to never be a crazy stalker one.<br />
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I like having a short-attention span (though sometimes expensive).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-79977022680933287632011-10-07T22:46:00.001+08:002011-10-07T22:46:58.529+08:00Whining About The Future<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span> wanted to make a Things I Love Thursday post but my sister reminded me that it was already Friday today, so I didn't go through with it. Maybe I should just make a Things I Love September post for the tons of blessings I've received for my birth month. This is not related to my real intention for coming up with this post, too much for that.<br />
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I'm making a quick post for my future self to reminisce at. I'd look back a year from now and see if anything has changed at all, or if I'm still a slacker who waits for opportunities to come to her. One thing for sure, I still don't see myself being a big shot pro at my profession. Sad to say that I'm still coming to terms that I'm stuck in this class and economy where high paying jobs are more important than your dream. Now, there's the obvious problem. I've seen only a few people living up to their childhood-teenage profession dreams. For sure, I'm not one of them. My head's still stuck up in the clouds thinking that I could get away with not having a life and living off my mother's pay check. But no matter how much I want to run from it, I have to face the reality of me being 21 years old and the responsibilities that come with that. <br />
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The thing that I hate about this lag period is the endless nagging from my relatives abroad. I want to hide from them and not answer their long-distance calls. I know my gestures are a bit ungrateful, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful they are there to help me but I don't like the tone they use when they talk to me about my future. As if they have the full authority to dictate every move I have to do in my life. I have to do things on my own time. But I also have to move fast, or else it would be difficult to get in the next time. <br />
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Do I sound like a teenager who is whining about people ruining her life?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-20954987891109672572011-09-23T11:19:00.000+08:002011-09-23T11:28:55.628+08:00No0b Watches a Football Game<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span> was so stoked to hear about <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/ICanServe-Foundation-Inc/183543015002337">ICanServe Foundation</a>'s Football Invitational. Three teams are up for a friendly match: Kaya FC, Global FC and the national team, PHL Azkals. Upon reading the news posted on my Facebook wall, I itched to get tickets to at least one of the matches. I'm a new football fan and I was ecstatic to watch a game on the newly renovated Rizal Stadium football pitch. I was eyeing on the Kaya FC vs Azkals Sept. 24 tickets but they weren't sold in advance. I was able to get my hands on the tickets for the Global FC vs Azkals match which happened last Wednesday.<br />
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I dragged my uncle and my sister with me to watch the game. We knew little about the game - well, my uncle played for a school team when he was in elementary, but that was decades ago - and watching the match was a little Football 101 class for us. The Azkals mostly had U23 category players on the pitch with well-known veterans like Caligdong, Gener and Araneta. I was a bit bummed out that the team captain, Aly Borromeo wasn't playing. He apparently had a minor injury during practice. He was the one I was looking forward most to see on the pitch. Global FC's Misagh Bahadoran was such an eye-catcher. Dude has mad skills. I've already watched a few matches on TV and I think I would be able to say that this match was a great one. It was a friendly game, but man, the teams played with so much gusto and aggressiveness. I wished all local games were like these. The game ended with Azkals winning with a score of 3-2.<br />
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Saying that I was the happiest kid that day was an understatement. I had a smile plastered on my face the whole night, reminiscent of <a href="http://nearaphelion.tumblr.com/post/8947214025/nate-burkey-and-jason-sabio-ladies-and-gents">the day I met 2/28 of the team</a>. People were allowed to go down to the track to meet the players. I got few pictures with my favorites. I also felt stupid for not bringing a shirt for them to sign.<br />
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<i>(Sorry for the low-fi looking pictures. I brought my mom's point and shoot with me since DSLR's are not allowed inside the venue. Once again, I forgot to lower down the ISO settings thus the grainy, low-fi look. Also, please excuse my dorky face, I was too happy.)</i><br />
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So I guess you're asking, "why does this girl, who knows so little about the game, want to watch a match she barely understands?" It's all about learning. Football is a foreign sport to most Filipinos and some, like me, are just starting to wrap their minds around the mechanics of this popular sport. Yes, it all started with me having crushes on the players first before actually getting into the sport (just like what happened with Formula 1, see I'm an avid race watcher now and I talk about engines and technicalities now). Good looks is a tiny part of the equation (that's what fangirls are for) but these players' tantamount skills are the ones to look out for. As one article had mentioned, everything that comes after these boys' skills is just icing on the cake.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-80940580017677989112011-09-12T23:06:00.000+08:002011-12-09T17:41:50.961+08:00Mina and Everyone's Ruined Vacation (aka The Trip to the North)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>he main reason why I rushed back to Manila was because of the long weekend and pre-birthday plans my family had. Despite of the few unfinished business I left back at Legazpi, which I don't want to think about right now, I set my flight the day before the start of the long weekend. I was ecstatic because (1) I was stuck in a routine schedule back at the province for almost a year and (2) a break from all the maturity issues is what I really needed. My grandparents were a little worried about my flight - they always are. That time though, a storm is currently wrecking havoc in the north part of the country, and you can imagine what the reactions of extremely worried grandparents are. It was ridiculous and cute at the same time since we live in the south, but they always say, "You'll never know".<br />
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Mina was the name of the storm and she ruined everyone's long weekend. People were looking forward to the much needed rest and family time they have planned since the announcement. We were one of the hopeful ones, waiting for the sun to at least peek out. He never did. What the heck, we still headed for Baguio. It was rainy and gloomy and foggy and wet and extremely cold.<br />
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We stayed at this transient condo-house that was pretty decent (and a colorful one too). We weren't able to do much on the first day since the rain and fog terrorized the place. I sat all day at the living room and played Pottermore. Like any other day, I know. Around 5pm the power went out and voila! instant candle light dinner! Breakfast for dinner, my mother's terrific idea. We went to the mall earlier for lunch and to do some grocery shopping, so we had food with us. It was freezing cold so my mom, sister and I pulled the bed together and huddled in a tight cuddling group. Teehee!<br />
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The 2nd day was more interesting. The rain stopped for a while so Camp John Hay looked really spooky, yet still so lovely. We had a scrumptious breakfast buffet at The Manor and man, all I can think of was the <b>bacon</b>. The food was lovely, though I wished I ate properly and didn't dive on the bacon all at once.<br />
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It was Sunday so we had to go to church. Some crazy fog storm was happening and it was scary! You couldn't tell if it was raining or if it was the mist coming with the fog. The whole thing was better than that Palace in The Sky place.<br />
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The last thing we did in Baguio? Of course, ukay shopping! For those who are not familiar with the term, <i>Ukay-ukay</i> is a term used for thrift stores that usually sell 2nd hand items. It's one of the main reasons why we went to Baguio anyway.<br />
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The best thing about ukay shopping is finding a huge amount of interesting things lying around. Like the toys above. Missing a McDonald's toy from your collection? You could find it there in the rows and rows of assorted toys. I found a wooden set of pick-up sticks in a wooden box and some Halloween themed pins.<br />
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So there! Our ultra lazy stay at Baguio. I'm working on a part 2 post right now. It contains mostly our pictures in La Union. Look out for that!<br />
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I'm working on my mom's Mac right now and it doesn't have Photoshop. Since I'm not a Mac person, I don't know how to install the program properly (*wink*wink) without the help of my uncle. I keep on forgetting to ask him. So, my photos have to wait for a while before you can see them. The set does need a bit of editing since I stupidly set the color mode to Soft and forgot to lower down the ISO from 1600. It made everyone look pale. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-40843860624331923662011-08-04T20:44:00.001+08:002011-08-04T20:45:20.046+08:00Making Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3Toq_kCB9sKpJFl3luymzXYnTvtRxiZ-XcyAtJ-n1cgVBJLJVfUajTeY47qBEZZBIShp8efC70cvvQsbaSBneoRsf7gn-ctUlyEiw4vj1S9xi1DXM53Orhw92Ya8yr-qjU-uVoeSj0Y/s1600/DSC_0139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3Toq_kCB9sKpJFl3luymzXYnTvtRxiZ-XcyAtJ-n1cgVBJLJVfUajTeY47qBEZZBIShp8efC70cvvQsbaSBneoRsf7gn-ctUlyEiw4vj1S9xi1DXM53Orhw92Ya8yr-qjU-uVoeSj0Y/s1600/DSC_0139.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>n today's edition of <b>What Have You Done Today?</b>, I will talk about how my first try in making a guacamole dip failed and how this new layout came about. Dun dun dun...<br />
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I <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/prenspries/status/96762363977539584">tweeted</a> a few weeks ago about our abundance of Avocados at home. My lola came home from the market one day with bags of Avocados. She says she's craving for an Avocado-Banana salad. A few days after, our Avocado tree in our backyard garden finally started bearing fruits. So there. I'm sick of eating the salad over and over again. Though the salad is scrumptious, I can't help but think what are the other things you could make with Avocados. I thought of one thing: Guacamole dip.<br />
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I've always wanted to know what a Guacamole dip taste like. I saw one episode of 90210 during one boring afternoon. The <i>barkada</i> went to Mexico for spring break and this chick, Silver, gorged on her nachos and guacamole dip while making sex sounds. Was it that good? <i>(Yes, I know she was doing the sounds on purpose)</i>. Haha. Forever the curious kid, I googled a decent recipe and stumbled upon this one from <a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/perfect_guacamole/">SimplyRecipes</a>. Without knowing what it tastes like, I searched through our kitchen for the ingredients and started to do the dip business.<br />
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It tasted like salsa. The Avocado kind of acted as the tomato sauce and it's distinct flavor didn't really stand out. Haha. I didn't follow the right proportions anyway. I also improvised almost half of the ingredients. I squeezed about 3 medium-sized Calamansi into the mixture and put too much tomatoes and onions. I also didn't have proper nacho chips.<br />
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This is the second time I've done this. Last year, I tried making Ddukbokki and it tasted like crap. I also didn't know what the Korean dish actually tastes like so I can't compare it with anything. Even if I had something for comparison, I'm pretty sure the one I cooked will still taste like crap. I assumed Dduk (rice cake) is like a <i>palitaw, </i>so I tried making my own Dduk. It was gross.<br />
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You might have noticed the new layout...<br />
<a name='more'></a>It's pretty decent isn't it? I'm proud of this one. Ha! I was so stubborn in not succumbing to change. I used to hate the upgraded Blogger templates and thought that the customization you can do is quite limited. I also refused to learn new codes, so I stuck with my elementary HTML and CSS <i>skillz. </i>I came out with a blah layout. So much for minimalism. But this one, oh, this one is great.<br />
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The use of circles might be a bit of an overkill but what the hell. I also made a new and much detailed <a href="http://armsatready.blogspot.com/p/about.html">About</a> page, so check that out.<br />
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Yay accomplishments!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-39352533195984213972011-08-03T22:37:00.004+08:002011-08-04T13:01:25.601+08:00Of Packages and Today's Events<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNl5JHFMXgNsATJG_1eWUzme0vviVY2d3kVMK2ePfjKTZmCaufunWFqXPuqGsFTTAkmGGyQs1VAMs1Kd5ROGyRqGgAsbogYOUIYWeB13EJc2dp_h98NJcCxS9rVRMr9nQAqI_CIhKJhg/s1600/p1.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNl5JHFMXgNsATJG_1eWUzme0vviVY2d3kVMK2ePfjKTZmCaufunWFqXPuqGsFTTAkmGGyQs1VAMs1Kd5ROGyRqGgAsbogYOUIYWeB13EJc2dp_h98NJcCxS9rVRMr9nQAqI_CIhKJhg/s1600/p1.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today</span> is a pretty wicked day, thanks to these two wonderful packages I got from the courier. I know these are the type of things that should go into <a href="http://angkartero.blogspot.com/">Ang Kartero</a> (which, by the way, I haven't updated for <i>a while</i>). I still had half of my allowance in my account and thought, <i>what the hell, I'll treat myself for enduring 6 months of the professional world. </i>First one is from <a href="http://fikafikafika.com/shop">Fikafikafika</a> which is owned by the lovely Liarnie and the latter is the order I got from <a href="http://humanheartnature.com/">Human Heart Nature</a>.<br />
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The packaging is amazing. Never have I opened such a wondrous parcel (no offense to my mailpals, but this one tops it all). I want to re-seal the whole thing and open it up again just to feel that burst of <i>something</i>. I got the July-August issue of Frankie magazine from the shop, as well as a subway map postcard set. Usually with online sellers nowadays, it's all straight-up business talk, but it was such a joy talking to Liarnie. She's a fellow snail mail enthusiast and we exchanged a few e-mails about our<i> </i>frustrations about our local postcards. If only more people still supported the snail mail business...<br />
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Here is Celine enjoying her The Little Prince notebook that was included as a freebie. I mentioned to Liarnie that my little cousin wanted one of those Le Petit Prince set of notebooks; I asked her if she could inform me when she has stocks of them again. But now, see, she gave her one as a freebie!<br />
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You could go to <a href="http://fikafikafika.com/shop">Fikafikafika.com</a> and see what adorable things Liarnie has for you. Also, as far as I know, she's one of the few people (or the only one, I think) who sells Frankie locally. So if you're a fan of the Aussie magazine, check her shop out.<br />
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Since I'm already finished with my hospital training, I'm now stressing over the completion of forms for the certificate. It's like the board exam season again, where you have to run after important people without knowing if they'll be in their offices. So far, I already have 4 evaluation forms and all of them have a Very Satisfactory rating. 2 more to go. Yay me!<br />
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I also got to spend the day with Camille and Russell. Oh, and post-lunchtime bubblyness with Nesi-Kyo as well. Since we're all self-confessed piglets, we decided that the perfect place to have lunch is Mang Inasal because of their ridiculous unlimited rice. Russell had 4, both Camille and I were contented with 2.<br />
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We had to go back to the hospital to finish submitting the evaluation forms. By the end of the day, we were worn out and I was the only one lucky enough to get 4 out 6 finished evaluation forms. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to complete all of this by the end of the week. Eh.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-26791772201802866722011-06-13T18:40:00.002+08:002011-08-04T13:06:36.760+08:00Realization (And The Infinite Sadness)<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/5827698189_05d00b808a_b.jpg" width="600" /><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span> used to spend a lot of my, as I'd like to call it, in-between free time (the lag period between post-graduation and training) on Tumblr - discovering a new different set of people. People who are actually cool and I wished I knew in real life. I'm not the 13 year old kid who used to talk to everyone she meets online, so I follow and stay quiet and be amazed at how awesome these people are. Thanks to them I opened my ears and eyes to limitless number of films, books, bands and crazy good music which are most of the time obscure and/or classic. Though it's quite late to think of it, I set myself on at least being half of what these people are. Now, I always feel unaccomplished whenever I compare myself to these 20-something year-olds. I envy them because they're happy with what they are doing... and I'm not.<br />
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Believing that I'm still experiencing <i><a href="http://armsatready.blogspot.com/2010/10/battle-with-indecision.html">quarter-life crisis</a>, </i>I convinced myself on continuing what I've already started doing. Try it out for a year or two and see what happens. But almost 5 months into it, I'm already feeling tired and drained. Both drained of energy and interest for this job. It doesn't help that a lot of the people I've met in this training are old hags and witches. Yes it's a rough world out there and nobody, NOBODY could have it that easy (Okay, maybe kids like, oh I dunno, Paris Hilton), I understand that.<br />
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I feigned my extreme headache so I could skip work today. I'm not getting paid anyway. I'm just tired and I need a big bear hug from someone who could comfort me and encourage me to hold on. Only a few people could do that and they're so far away from me, it's making me depressed.<br />
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I hate that I'm so pessimistic. I spend a lot of time everyday convincing myself that what I'm doing will benefit me in the long run. This is experience and experience means job with pay and job with pay means overseas work and overseas work means lots of money. This third-world mentality is ridiculous.<br />
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I just want to be happy with what I'm doing. You can't love what you're not happy with.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-43530169168670638482011-06-11T20:55:00.001+08:002011-08-04T13:06:08.064+08:00An Overture to Realization<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/5820514867_a3a5b68dc6_b.jpg" width="600" /></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span> sure can list a number of alibis to tell you why I have been slowly disappearing from the wonderful world of interwebz. One is I'm happy living as a lurker and a ninja who occasionally posts just to say I'm still here. Two is I really am busy with my training. It drains all the happy thoughts in my head and the only jolt of <i>jolly</i> energy that is left in my body. And Three, let's stop with three, is that I choose to be a pig all the time. <b>Uneventful</b><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>is the perfect word to explain my life right now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-3360530406889793092011-03-09T13:26:00.000+08:002011-08-04T13:06:08.065+08:00Wants (And The Lack of Motivation to Do/Get Them)Spurts of envy makes me write blog post. I'm not a regular blogger, hell even an occasional one. Reading other amazing people's blogs inspires me. The problem is it lasts for about a millisecond. I tend to get tired (<i>read: lazy</i>) after I make a concrete plan on what I want to write about. After the thought process, if I'm not too <i>drained</i>, I end up writing about, well, things like this. I am in denial that these are just excuses. My English high school professor once told me I just needed a little polish and maybe, <i>maybe</i> I could be a good writer. That person is nowhere to be found.<br />
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I want to write a book review, write a movie review, write a proper blog post. I want to read more books and watch more movies. I want to go on a diet. I want to start my own paper crafts business. I want to take more photographs and make prints out of them. I want to be a better hobbyist. <b>I want to achieve awesomeness</b>. And it's sad that all of these don't relate to what I am doing right now. Eh.<br />
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Why is laziness taking over my life?<br />
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Observations:<br />
- I notice my excessive (and sometimes incorrect) use of the Oxford Comma.<br />
- My posts needs proof-reading.<br />
- I need to act on what I really want to do.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-56574508849994645142011-03-07T10:47:00.000+08:002011-08-04T12:58:52.428+08:00Project 52: Weather, Pfft<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperplay/5505152047/"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5505152047_4668a9f93e_b.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">8/52</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0q8gmG6iCNUpr0iptD008dgaG0brb4bDacbvYBTBeMG6fPhYs19_HTvzuoY7NQraWWLZlu6gmd3dZEttjt0L4lcl0uvDdSfm1MyOh8r53-Z27QixGhCo5Or3jJLjmEUoA5a5PQlO-krM/s1600/fdddd.jpg" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-30410255078987669882011-03-01T09:58:00.001+08:002011-08-04T13:07:17.006+08:00The Product of Laziness (Or Lack Thereof)So hello. If you thought I forgot about this little corner, no, I haven't. Things have been happening and it made me too tired (or lazy) to write. I do get spurts of adrenaline and inspiration when I read other people's blogs, but with my too short attention span, anything can get in the way. A mind reboot is needed. My head must be filled with all kinds of thought-bugs that slowly eat away whats left of my <i>creativity</i> and eagerness to write. I mean, why do I find it so hard to write about what's been happening to my life, when it's the easiest topic there is. I was doing pretty good during the start of the year with all these personal resolutions and shiznazz. My training must be draining all my energy.<br />
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It's fairly obvious that I haven't updated my Project 52 for the past three (?) weeks. Fear not, I have the pictures stored in Cosmo's memory card. My only problem is the content that has to go along with it. If my memory fails me, then a cluster of Project 52 posts, including week 10, might just present itself to you on Thursday, my off-day for the week. It's starting to become an obligation instead of a motivation to write and to keep on doing what I want. <i>Well, hello there near-quitter.</i> <a href="http://nearaphelion.tumblr.com/post/3498646446/a-few-things">And here are the other things that are raping my life right now</a>.<br />
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Frak you February. I hate what your month-ender. What happened came a surprise, considering that I was just about to enjoy the company of <i>other</i> people I was working with. You also made me quite sick than I've ever been. I've had bouts of hyperacidity, flu and fever during your second-half. March, dear, please make up for all the crapfest February put me through.<br />
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Well, I figured this would be a short post. Just thought on updating you why I am not around much these days. The best place to look for me is the <a href="http://forum.postcrossing.com/">PC Forum</a>s, and my <a href="mailto:pndy.yu@gmail.com">e-mail</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-56763331861720800952011-02-14T18:39:00.000+08:002011-08-04T12:58:52.429+08:00Project 52: I Would Kill to Have Time for Sleep<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/5440068022_29f888f830_b.jpg" width="500" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>'ve been doing half-assed works lately. Even this 6th week's picture is taken randomly. I'm aware that it's not a healthy thing to do, but there's a whole reason behind this <i>half-assed-ness</i>. In my 30 days as a trainee, I've come across all kinds of sleeping and metabolic troubles. I found out I have a nasty hyper-acidity that attacks at the most unconventional of hours. I don't know if I should eat (because I'm hungry) or not eat (because I feel bloated). Meh, too much for being in this profession. I hate sleeping during the day. My body is used to being asleep during the night and being up during the day. You get what I mean. It has been that way for 20 years now. I'm having difficulties adjusting to these random shifts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm smacking myself in the head for these short posts. I feel I have so much to say about what's happening to my life right now, but this inborn laziness is such a drag. I can't figure out how to write the events that are changing my routines and taking away my circadian rhythm from me. Short attention span is what I have. Maybe that's why I write like this. I ask myself how do all these bloggers elaborate their lives in these long-ass posts while I'm sitting still trying to contemplate on how to tell you more about me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm learning. That's the important thing now. I'm learning and I'm meeting new kinds of people and I'm figuring out how to fit in my new life here. All is well. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm writing this just for the sake of posting something. Isn't that sad?</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-69358373711703921382011-02-14T09:30:00.001+08:002011-08-04T12:58:52.429+08:00Project 52: The Grown-up Theorem<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperplay/5422851143/in/photostream/"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5422851143_fa224b6c70_b.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">My</span> good friend Yvette and I routinely indulge in conversing about our<i> adult lives</i>. Though we don't have much time to be random with each other, we still find time to fit our conversations into 140 character replies, thanks to Twitter. I'm 9 months out off college. I have an on-going training. I live in the province, in which the pros outweighs the cons (the only con I could think of is being not able to go to malls and get fat with greasy food). And I am quite satisfied with the life I'm having right now.<br />
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Books in the picture: In The Floyd Archives: A Psycho-Bestiary by Sarah Boxer and Love is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield which are incidentally the books I finished reading this week. </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-44484093198469802512011-01-30T15:54:00.003+08:002011-08-04T12:58:52.430+08:00Project 52: Correspondances<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperplay/5388509353/"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5388509353_2e598500ec_b.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>he end of January is here. This month has been great so far. Many things happened and I learned a lot of lessons as well, profession-wise. On the darker side of things, I also foresaw some conflicts that <i>might</i> arise next month. Let us not dwell on the negative matters. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This week, it has all been about postcard, mail and parcels. I have many swaps and tags on queue since December and I've been waiting for them to arrive since the start of the month. Add to that the packages I was expecting from Moo.com (which is a prize from the Postcrossing forum lottery) and Book Depository. I feel stupid whenever I look back at myself a few weeks ago. I was making <i>rounds, </i>walking about our compound, secretly waiting for the mailman to arrive. I was impatient, also disregarding the unfortunate truth that international mail arrives at least 2-3 weeks after. Things come, when you least expect it. True enough for me, our house was flooded with mail the next week. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you ask me how many postcards and letters I've sent this month alone, I'll answer you with <i>I didn't keep count.</i> But if you really want to know, it's an estimate of between 35-50, 3 of which are letters. It is becoming quite an addiction. My grandparents are making it a topic at any conversation they're in, and starts with <i>"We don't know why Pauline is receiving these postcards, and mind you, they're from different countries..."</i>. Even our mailman is boggled at the amount of mail that's arriving for one person. He must be thinking, <i>wow this kid should get a life</i>. The short-haired woman at the post office knows my face and whips out the latest philatelic stamps they have on-hand when I knock on their window. How neat (but at the same time unbelievable) is that? I think they (people from the post office included) should've figured out by now that I'm a postcard-slash-stamp collector. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And this Monday, I'm going to the post office to drop another batch of postcards bound to Czech Republic, USA, and Netherlands. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you are wondering what in the world was the "I also foresaw some conflicts that <i>might</i> arise next month" line in the introduction post was about, it's about my workplace and some <i>things</i>. I might be branded as that stupid girl from FEU. Somebody overheard <i>others</i> referring to me as <i>that girl from FEU</i> who did something <i>stoopeed</i>, which up to now I am still figuring out what it is. I didn't remember committing that <i>something</i> they blamed on me. A friend told me to watch my back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Another thing was the mistake I did yesterday. I took out a fresh whole blood from the blood bank following what was written on the order. It turns out what they needed was a fresh whole blood <b>component </b>packed RBC. They transfused the whole thing anyway. But I'm pretty sure my mistake didn't pass through <i>others</i>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm worried since I'll still be having my training in the same area for the whole month of February. I already heard unpleasant stories from people and I can't help but get affected with the bad vibes that linger around the place. I have to be tougher. </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-39198077601692111692011-01-23T11:05:00.003+08:002011-08-04T12:58:52.430+08:00Project 52: Vital Signs and Admissions<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperplay/5378967285/"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5201/5378967285_b02d57d76f_b.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
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<blockquote><i>Pauline Yu is a Nurse in training. She is 20 years old and wishes to get rid of procrastination. She is currently cherishing her 2 days in a week offs and spend it by sleeping through the day...</i></blockquote>Today marks my first week as a nurse in training. The experience has been great so far. Once you get to know the work, you can do things easily. The thing with the ward I am in right now is that it usually has patients with the same diagnosis, medications and nursing actions. It is quite lax. Admissions and many patients could make the ward <i>toxic</i> but it can be managed quite easily once the team is together. The people at the station are really great to work with and you could easily get along with some of them. I know I'm saying too much for the first week knowing that I will be assigned here until the end of February. Much more things to come.<br />
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I find it fulfilling when I do a lot during the 8 hour shift, especially the hands-on care. The usual things to do are to remove IV and IC lines. The rest are paper works i.e. charting. It's a bummer we're not allowed to give IV meds. I really should apply for that IVT Training once the dates are announced. The work could get really tiring once you're not prepared for what is to come. I fail on completing my intended 8 hour sleep (because I'm a tad obsessive compulsive) and as a result, I look like a zombie the rest of the day. Oh, and I couldn't get rid of the massive black circles around my eyes, hello Taylor Momsen.<br />
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The heat and smell inside the ward is quite repulsive. But what do you expect with public hospitals and the OB ward? Smell of flowers (no pun intended) and air-conditioned spaces? Sadly, no. The heat that radiates from the ward is intense. When I come in during the 7-3 shift, the change in air is very noticeable. I am happy to say I am immune to the smell and I am quite used to it. It's a good thing we were exposed to places like these when we were still students.<br />
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Other things that were relevant this week: <a href="http://kartero.tumblr.com/post/2855852238/mail-day">Mail Friday</a>, and my loss of self-control, yet again.<br />
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I've come up with the term <i>Mail Friday</i> for the weekly arrival of my mails. I always sulked while waiting for my mail during the week since I was expecting the mailman to drop off anything that arrives for me on the same day. It seems that he chose Friday as a suitable day to deliver me the accumulated assortment of letters, postcards and parcel notices. Just this Friday, I received a bunch of postcards and letters from my swaps and my friend Sarah. It is also the first time I received a parcel notice. It has a written note that says: "Pls. pay P40.00 at W#2". I wonder if it really is 40 pesos only. Please, let it be the one from Moo.com aka The Postcrossing Forum 5th Anniversary Lottery Prize.<br />
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Saturday morning, I received an e-mail notice which tells me two of my official Postcrossing postcards have arrived. It is only natural that I immediately click on the Request for an address button on the Send a postcard page. Here comes my obsession with refreshing the forum. I lost a little of my self-control when I saw great offers from people. I contacted them and fortunately, they do not seem interested with my cards. Probably because of the quality and the postcard itself. The postcard collector inside me decided to make room for some swaps and tags since I'm making a run to the post office this Monday. I cannot bring myself to add up the money I spent on post alone. Gah.<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">W</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">EEK</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> 2</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">While my little cousin studies for her exam, this is the week where I prepare myself for my entrance into the uncanny world of responsibilities and social relations. What more to do than spend my remaining free time on repeatedly doing stuff I like. I will never have this much free time once I dive into the world of adults. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I was Celine's tutor for the week with a measly pay of meriendas from her mom. I wrote on postcards while she answered her assignments. I am so glad I never chose Education as my area of profession. Don't take this the wrong way. I love kids and their jolly nature, but when they start being unruly, I want to make them stay in the corner forever. Kids are so hard to teach. Celine is exceptional when it comes to English and Christian Living. We start fighting when it's time for Math.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">One thing that kept me busy was refreshing the Postcrossing Forum. It also bore a large hole on my pocket. As ridiculous as it may sound, I am turning into an obsessive postcard collector. It's like that time I got addicted to Pet Society, only now I'm spending actual money. Would you believe I sent over 30 cards these past two weeks? I also spent around 300 pesos on sending mail. An enjoyable hobby. But it gets quite expensive when you really start getting into it. The only problem now is that some of the people I've sent to already received their postcards, I only got one from a trade and an official Postcrossing postcard. PhilPost, where are my postcards?</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For preparations for the training, I went shopping for some essentials. Two white shoes (which are uncomfortable), 3 lady boxer shorts (which are useless to me right now) and 5 socks. I considered it as a semi-retail therapy. This one felt much better because I was buying things that I actually needed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I spent so much this week that I decided to make a spreadsheet for my daily expenses. My mom told me it will get old for me soon, that I would put it off as a tiring obligation everyday. It may happen, but I'm proud of myself for coming up with something like this. It's kid's play for others, but I'm serious with this one. See I'm presenting it to you with a straight face. I made a special "miscellaneous" section for my mails and stamps expenses. I had a feeling that this hobby will stick with me for quite a while, so that's that. I really feel ridiculous for doing this, but I <i>think</i> it will help me control my expenses. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I wrote this today, so there might be some confusion with the tenses. I really should start posting at the end of every week. I thought of keeping up with the Wednesday posting schedule for this project. But I realized it would be hard to write the content for the week that has already passed. It feels funny. Hence, the short entry. </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-19874047972648228682011-01-13T21:40:00.006+08:002011-08-04T10:52:17.932+08:00To The Point of Being (Almost) Socially Awkward<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5351996458_d7581082c4_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5351996458_d7581082c4_z.jpg" width="600"/></a></div><div><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I </span>usually talk to my friend Yvette about my day. Events which are usually uninteresting. I love her for her patience with a basketcase like me. I feel sorry for her at times when I'm really frustrated, angry and when I think I'm terribly depressed. Last week, we had a talk about (my) past loves-slash-crushes and both of us mentioned the boy I <i>supposedly</i> had my first date with. Think poor man's Atom Araullo. Boy, did I fall for him. After hours of reminiscing, comparing which of my crushes was the <i>better one</i> and crying over spilled milk, we concluded that we should do better this year when it came to our social life and inexistent love life. She's slowly immersing into the <i>single market</i> and I'm stuck in my room listening to Ingrid Michaelson's break-up album while refreshing postcard forums.<br />
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</div><div>Yvette said something along the lines of, "You are always awkward". I also blurted out something like, "OHMYGOD! I really am awkward!". This brings us to this post, To The Point of Being (Almost) Socially Awkward. How do people know what are the right things to say at the right time? I've had experiences with telling people interesting bits about my life where they look at me quizzically when I stop. It's as if they're still waiting for me to end my sentence, when in fact I already did. That forces me to say "Yeah, so that's it" and the awkward silence suddenly fills the air. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Before the conversation Yvette and I had, I used to think I was awkward <b>only</b> with the people I had <i>bad </i>history with. By "people", I meant the ones who witnessed my embarrassing tirades in high school and the boys I innocently threw myself at. I was a high schooler, I really didn't know that my actions would dampen the spirits of future Pauline. Honestly, I'm laughing at how clueless I was back then. I probably am the most <i>assuming</i> person at that time. High school Pauline didn't know that players existed back then and that she was a victim of poor man's Atom Araullo's evil schemes to collect girls. After that, maturity happened and I will be forever known as one of the most straight-faced, boring people in college. I come to the conclusion that I am now very awkward. </div><div><br />
</div><div>It would be a nice addition to my New Year's Resolution; <b>Be less awkward. </b>Look approachable. Try to break the ice. Believe me, this, for me, requires a lot of work. I'm terrible at actual conversations with people I barely know. Put 2 laptops in between us, open messenger, I think I'll do better. I'm a dubious person. I think people talk to me because they're trying to be nice to me. It might be because I don't feel well about myself. </div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the start of my Project 52, in which I will post a new photo every week. I have tried two successive Project 365s and failed to complete them two years in a row. This time, I'll strive hard to complete a less demanding project, along with my new career as a Nurse (finally!). </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">W</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">EEK</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> 1</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I have started my year with "Read more books" on the top of my non-existent New Year's Resolution list. I am so proud of myself for having read 29 books last year (in which 8 are graphic novels). This is coming from a person who used to <i>not like</i> books without pictures on them. The only thing I would read back then was The Harry Potter series and it took me quite a while to finish The Sorcerer's Stone. That was 9 years ago. This is me trying to educate myself with the various works of fiction and to delve deeper into the human imagination-slash-emotion. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I have also set a goal for myself, thanks to the <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user_challenges/23427">Goodreads Reading Challenge</a>. I set myself on reading 30 books this year and try posting reviews of them. Now, I am not a good writer. I have difficulties articulating myself.<i> </i>I have the vocabulary of a teenager in middle school<i> </i>who habitually use the words "awesome, amazing, spectacular, etc." I can't get pass that. So now, I'm trying to face my fear of making a fool out of myself through my future reviews, read more and expand my vocabulary. I forgot I was once a girl who wanted to become a movie critic.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Today, I finished my first book of 2011. Is is considered cheating if I already started reading the book last year? The page says otherwise.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Charles Yu's <i>How to Live Safely in Science Fictional Universe</i> is a fairly enjoyable read. What I really liked about this book is that despite of it's very scientific nature, it explores a lot about family relationships and it's dynamics. Another good thing about it is that it tells people the truth about time and memories. One particular quote that is quite fresh from my memory is this, <i>"You don't have to worry, no matter how hard you try, you can't change the past."</i> As far as cliche goes, <i>I wish I could change the past </i>is a phrase seen and heard everywhere, I bet you have uttered that word several times in challenging situations. Charles Yu, the time machine repairman, is the one who will tell you, <i>"No you can't". </i></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-89954749023117384432010-12-14T22:03:00.002+08:002010-12-14T22:21:14.281+08:00Pauline's Christmas WishlistIt's that time of the year again where you cry because you didn't get the things on your treasured wishlist. Hehe. <i>Why so mean?</i> Because I can be mean and I look like The Grinch when I wince. I'm mean (sometimes) but unlike the Grinch, I love Christmas. It's the only time where family and friends forget their <i>differences, </i>and<i> </i>hidden dislike for each other (gladly, we don't have those feelings). Good people around you and food you get to eat only during the holidays. Diet? What diet?<br />
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The last time I posted a Christmas wishlist was when I was still using Diary-X as my blog host. I never posted another one after that. I figured it wouldn't come true anyway. And at that time, I didn't consider listing things that are attainable and affordable. I'll do it right this time.<br />
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<b>1. Owl Jewelry</b><br />
I do not care if I will be called as the <i>Owl lady</i>. C'mon, how can you not like these things? I'm not an avid fan of jewelry. My mom once asked me why I can't appreciate beautiful things such as diamonds, pearls and gold necklaces. My answer: Because they make my skin itch. But because we are taking about these magical owls as part of my outfit, as far as I know, I <i>love </i>jewelry.<br />
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<b>2. Postcard Sets</b><br />
Postcrossing has played a big part in my life as a bum. So far I've received 17 postcards from 11 countries and I want more! It's addicting, I tell ya. The idea is pure genius. I'm slowly easing into trading postcards and tags in the forum. Our local postcard designs here are redundant and you can't find much variety in them. It would be nice to see something new among my slowly growing collection. DC Comics and book covers? They scream my name.<br />
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I've been asking my mom for a baby Shih Tzu eversince I saw those cute ones in Tiendesitas. Since I moved to the province and my grandparents have experience with these kind of dogs, I thought finally getting a dog would be a good idea. I've pondered on how much attention this breed needs and frankly, I think I won't have enough time to tend to their needs. Yes, my grandparents would occasionally take over but I'm still responsible for that <i>future</i> dog.<br />
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This is what I asked for instead. Main reason of wanting this is for scanning the postcards I received. Ridiculous. But I know this hobby would be a permanent one and a scanner could really help. Another use for this is for authorization letters. I left some important things in Manila and I can't just fly there and take care of it.<br />
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<b>4. Books</b><br />
These 8 books have been in my <a href="http://www.bookdepository.com/wishlist/517146/Pauline-Yu">wishlist</a> for quite some time now. This year, I've revived my love for reading novels, thanks to various tumblrfolks. I'm so proud of myself when I look at my <a href="http://armsatready.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-bucket.html">read list</a>. I'm a person who likes to detach herself from reality and plunge into the wonderful world of fiction. Social life? What social life? I'd rather read a book in a corner than go out every night and get drunk.<br />
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<b>5. Sheldon Cooper and his T-shirts</b><br />
<i>Dear Santa, I'd like Sheldon Cooper for Christmas. Loljk, I kid, I kid.</i><br />
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I had a phase this year where I wanted to be a comic book collector because of Big Bang Theory. Then I figured, it would include a lot of hard work and determination. So I just fixated on knowing basic facts about superheroes. Sheldon's distressed The Flash t-shirt is just charming. I've been looking for that shirt all over the interwebs (even though I don't have enough funds to buy it).<br />
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This slot is not only for Sheldon and his quirky shirts, but for The Big Bang Theory in general. I think you've figured out by now how I much I love this show. It's pure geekiness is what attracted me at first. Jim Parsons then got me hooked. Season 4 has been a drag and I don't want to see this awesome show go to waste. So many elements are ruining this show slowly. Not to mention, the inconsistency of events and God, the awful Leonard/Penny relationship. It was okay at first, but then it seemed forced as the season progressed. I'm not saying that because I'm a Sheldon/Penny shipper. As much as I want S/P to happen, I'm contented with their banter and their developing friendship. At least they have chemistry.<br />
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<b>6. Harry Potter Years 1-5 Limited Edition Gift Set</b><br />
<i>Suntok sa Buwan</i>. I saw this and I peed my pants. God, I would be the happiest girl if I get my hands on this. Look at that beauty.<br />
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One of my long-term goals is to complete the Harry Potter movie DVDs. I'm sure they will come up with a box set like this long after the 2nd part of The Deathly Hallows is released. I hope it's exactly like this, but much better. Like a memorabilia or something. Hopefully, by that time, I have enough funds to actually buy it. <br />
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<b>7. Films and Prints!</b><br />
It's been months since I went to Digiprint to get my films scanned. I have 4 or 5 undeveloped films sitting at home. 2 of them are test rolls for cameras I recently acquired. I'm not too excited with the results. But man, I want to know if the cameras are clean and are functioning properly.<br />
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I never printed one of my pictures. It's always stored in memory cards and my hard drives. Some of them are gathering virtual dust (pretend that's true) and are waiting to be printed, put in a proper frame and be hanged in the wall.<br />
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<b>8. iPod Touch 4</b><br />
It was a wrong move to buy an iPod Touch 3 when I know an iPod Touch 4 was about to be released. Last September, I was already planning on selling my iPod (which was given to me by my <i>Ninang </i>a few months ago). I was set on looking for a buyer. When my uncle found out about my plan, he started telling me that I should be taking care of it instead and shouldn't be going around selling a gift. He was right.<br />
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<b>9. Nikkor Lens 50mm f/1.8 & 35mm f/1.8</b><br />
My mom is with me on this one. Not these two lenses, but she wanted to get me a better zoom lens. I bet she's thinking about my sister's graduation in advance.<br />
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I've read a lot of good reviews about these lenses. Some of my favorite non-professional photographers are using these and their shots are wonderful. Bokeh, the focus and the sharpness of their images are breathtaking.<br />
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<b>10. For things to be well in 2011</b><br />
This year I graduated college, passed the Nursing Licensure Exam and got gifts I've never ever thought of receiving. I've been blessed so much this year, that I don't know where to start with the <i>things that I'm thankful for this year</i> list.<br />
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I hope 2011 will be the same. It's the proper year to be serious about things. To start living the adult life and take on massive responsibilities. I'd like to learn how to be purely independent and start helping my family with things, one is financial aid. I've got 6 months of training ahead of me, still unsure of my future. It sure will be a bumpy ride and needs a lot of getting used to. Sorry for throwing too much cliches at you.<br />
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<b>Special Mention: MacBook Pro</b><br />
It's a <i>Special Mention</i> because I'm sure nobody in my family would buy me something as expensive as this. I own a very jurassic laptop that runs on Windows XP and responds very slowly. I'm not complaining about my operating system. The performance is what's bothering me. This laptop has taught me how to be patient and how to keep my temper down. We've gone through a lot, this laptop of mine. But there will come a time when I'd want something better, like a MacBook Pro.<br />
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This is something I'd buy for myself. When I start earning money, I'll make an account solely for this (lol), to be named The MacBook Pro fund.<br />
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<blockquote><i>Dear God, I pray I win this contest over at Tumblr. A blog is giving away both an iPad and a MacBook Pro to 5 people. I hope I'm destined to be one of those 5. Love, Pauline </i></blockquote><br />
There you go. A Christmas wishlist I've worked hard on. A list to oggle at.<br />
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In all honesty, Christmas is my favorite holiday. Though as you get older, the lesser gifts you receive, it's the best time to spend with your family. But let's not forget the main reason we are celebrating Christmas, His birthday. This also serves as a time for you to take a moment and thank Him for all that's happened this year.<br />
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Happy Holidays!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020841414205852845.post-44616130831191331012010-12-13T21:39:00.000+08:002010-12-13T21:39:25.774+08:00The Brownout DebacleI luckily didn't break my left leg.<br />
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It's times like these, when you look back and say, "Oh hello there stupidity. You came at a very bad time."<br />
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It was Tuesday night. I was reading Big Bang Theory fanfiction, when the lights turned off. No, this is not the climax yet. My uncle came out with battery powered neon lights and set them up with the chandelier. It was bright again. This house has a long history of ghosts, white ladies and magical creatures. Of course I was scared to go down in my room alone. So, I chatted for a while with my grandmother at the <i>sala </i>and repeatedly told her that I was scared. I was half expecting her to tell me she'll come with me but she yawned, signalling me that she's going to sleep. I was left at the <i>sala, </i>so I had no other choice but to go down and lock myself up in my little box. Armed with candles and stupidity, I warily came down the stairs. I was so close to getting off the stairs safely. Long story short: I missed the third step and landed with my left leg first. Considering my weight and the force of impact, I am thankful all I got was a sprained ankle.<br />
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I need to walk by the 15th. Guh.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081409892379349231noreply@blogger.com0