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[05 Dec 2007|11:09pm] |
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Im craving something sweet and chocolatey to eat right now. Thanks to just a few minutes browsing the cupcake bakeshop online. Mmmmm... its strong enough to make me blog about it. *I havent blogged in a long long time* My fantasy cupcake/cake would be a rich moist banana cake with milk chocolate frosting topped generously with crunchy caramel/toffee bits. Yum. A freshly baked apple pie with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce would be sooo good too. I wish I had the time to bake and make such pretty pretty things to eat. Other food I'm craving for right now:
- salmon sashimi
- sukiyaki
- an authentic montecristo Haaaay, must exercise more then. My cardio-everyday resolution is getting harder and harder to resolute. Eck.
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[02 Jun 2007|12:54pm] |
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I receieved this happy little 'thing' in my email yesterday. The kind of little thing that gives me that happy glow inside. Because it lets me know that my efforts in my art is slowly yet surely moving me towards my dreams. I'm not too good at sharing about these little things because I feel oddly embarassed telling people about it. Dont get me wrong, I'm very proud of having been blessed by them, but I worry in a way that maybe people might take me as 'mayabang'. Haaay, personal internal ironies.
Do check out the April 2007 issues of Entrepreneur Mag and Real Living Mag. ^_^; Plus this other little thing I wont say for the meanwhile because I'm afraid I might jinx it. :P
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| Q & A |
[12 May 2007|06:35pm] |
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I got this from my cousin's lj, always wanted to answer one of these. For the heck of it. And now, I finally have the time to do so... yay! :) You.can.answer.with.just.one.word. 1. Where is your cell phone? living room 2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend? Jojo 3. Your hair? tied 4. Work? haggard 5. Your father? at work 6. Your favorite thing? relaxation 7. Your dream last night? vague 8. Your favorite drink? caramel frappe 9. Your dream car? top-down new beetle in black 10. The room you're in? work room 11. Your ex? dunno 12. Your fear? ipis 13. What do you want to be in 10 years? well established 14. What you're not good at? plasticity 15. Muffin? chocochip-banana 16. One of your wish list items? pretty studio space 17. Where you grew up? Antipolo 18. The last thing you did? KoL 19. What are you wearing? shirt & shorts 20. What aren't you wearing? socks 21. Your pet? Nya, Gus, Lawo & Joey 22. Your computer? HP Pavilion w/ Black imprint finish. yum 23. Your life? happy 24. Your mood? accomplised 25. Missing? rest 26. What are you thinking about right now? art 27. Your car/truck? none 28. Your summer? busy 29. Your relationship status? happy :) :) :) 30. Your favorite color? black 31. When is the last time you laughed? just now 32. Last time you cried? few days ago 33. School? done 34. Dinner? later 35. Piercings? earrings 36. Tattoos? a close never 37. What are your plans for this Saturday? de-stress 38. Biggest regret? ... 39. Pastime? Sudoku 40. Where have you always wanted to go? Paris 41. Food? buffet 42. Breakfast? minimal 43. Books you read as a kid? lots 44. Show you watched as a kid? plenty 45. If you could be/do/have *something/someone* for a day what would it be? I want to fly.
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| Move |
[04 Aug 2005|11:15pm] |
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Finally finished moving into my new blog home. Furnished it, and whatnot... my thoughts, rants, raves can now be found here.
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[30 Jul 2005|03:20pm] |
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The past couple of days, I felt constantly exhausted. And as such, I skipped out of work half a day early to get much much needed sleeping hours. Spent the last 48 or so hours eitehr working or helping friends at work. I think the last straw was assisting at a photoshoot for Lifestyle Asia for more than 6 hours without any food. The deadline was tight since the location was at a resto in Greenbelt. They had to re-open by this hour. So run here, run there, be the OC half of the photographer. The only redeeming factor about the whole exercise (and the only reason which kept me fainting from hunger) was eyecandy. Lots and lots of cute manly-model eyecandy. Yummy. Oh and its a good learning experience. Oh and manly men.
Anyway, that was that. Did a soft launch of StrikeDown last night. Stayed up all night finishing character intros and whatnot. And tonight my mom's having a few friends over for dinner. The food cooking in the kitchen smells heavenly.
On another note, I finally resurrected my old blogger account. I'll be moving there soon.
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| Gum in my Alchohol |
[26 Jul 2005|08:12am] |
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Bunch of friends called last night while I was watching one of my all-time favorite shows (Unwrapped on Food Network) and told me to come over for a few movies and drinks. I figured, well, I was a bum the whole day (wrote a few intros to a game I host lang), might as well do 'something'. Even though of course later, I found out that their happy idea was to karaoke on a Magic Sing til the wee hours of the morning. Yahoo. So I drag my ass over to Greenhills and lo and behold, they had these drinks and nachos going. Alright! Now that made the trip from home and missing watching how Neccos are made, all worth it. So while I was munching on my lime flavored tortillas, smothered in beefy salsa and gooey cheese, I found them dropping in sticks of Juicyfruit into the gin-vodka-juice cocktail. First time I ever encountered that. Chewing gum in my happy drinks? Eh? Truth be told, the mixture kinda grows on you after a while - after you get past the strong juicyfruit taste in your mouth (like drinking bubble gum - which is why I utterly dislike Bubblegum lambanog, bubblegum drinks, bubblegum soda, bubblegum icecream...). Gah. Didn't drink much, but ate tons of nachos. Oh my poor gut.
On another note, that same night, I saw a few creepy things at the house. Right at the 'second floor' -since a sort of split-level house - facing the living room where everybody was busy singing their hearts out, I saw a man in white keep walking to and fro across the hall. And he finally entered my friend's room. Of course, I didn't want to make pansin. Very creepy, especially since I saw him in a very fragmented way - like watching a really old movie reel and its got cuts in between a single sequence. It wasn't the first time I've seen that man-mumo in the house. Of course, that kept me from wandering off alone and going to the bathroom. Gahhhhh.
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| Parents from Hell |
[16 Jul 2005|12:08am] |
I'm talking about my students' parents mind you. These are parents who just tax all reserves of patience and whatever parts of my soul that survived the day-long onslaught of children. Meet: The Parents from HELL
- Mrs. Kraft Way back when dinosaurs roamed the land and sponsors had money for sponsoring, I had the 'happy' task of overseeing an in-workshop promotional. Enroll your kid in the art workshop, bring a bottle of any Kraft product and get yourself this (ugly) free backpack. Parents came and went, until Mrs. Kraft came along holding her happy giant Kraft Cheez Whiz bottle. It was full and un-opened. She asked if she can get the free bag, and I told her politely that the jar must be emply and clean. Since Kraft (being the fetishist sponsors that they are) demanded it to be that way. Mrs. Kraft finds this a severe blow to her sensibilities and proceeds to freak out. "Ano?! Bakit hindi puwede?! Eh, ang laki-laki nitong chizwis, gusto mo bang laklakin namin 'to overnight?!" Shocked and almost speechless, my 'polite' smile frozen into place, I told her; "It's just a bag..." She made a mad exit soon after that. We recieved her emply Kraft bottle in a few days. So I figured, I guess thats how long it takes to drink down the whole cheezy goop.
- Clueless OC Her child became my student simply because she requested specifically: a female art teacher, young, and does not smoke. Clueless has major cleanliness issues, as well as difficulty in understanding anything I explained to her. No, I won't be teaching acrylic painting in this class. No, because you enrolled your kid in my arts and crafts workshop. No, I really wont be teaching acrylic painting in this class. No ma'm, you picked the arts and crafts workshop - no oil painting. Yes ma'm, I don't smoke and wont cut my hair extremely short anytime soon.
- Evil Stepmother I don't know if she's really a stepmother to her children, but she sure treats her children like they weren't hers. I dislike her until now when I remember meeting her. Not because of what she did to me, but what she does to her children. One time, she brought in her kids awfully late. From inside the classroom, we could all hear screams of crying and sobbing from the student. So I stepped outside, to see what was going on, and lo and behold I see her dragging her child by the arm as if she was nothing more than a rag doll. I could only watch as she man-handled the poor girl and presented her to me, smiling as if nothing was wrong. "Say hi to teacher, sorry we're late." The child couldn't even breathe from all the crying and that spurned more evil from the mother. "Tell her. Say Hi to teacher. Wag mo akong pahiyain." Evil Stepmother said sternly. Of course that simply incited more tears from the poor kid. And at that point I asked the mom if I could talk to the kid alone with the pretense of teacher her the lesson she missed. Eventually the mother left her to me. Kid was fine as soon as she was out of eyesight.
- War Freak War Freak is a mother of 2. Both of whom are my students. She picked a fight with me whenever she could. A highlight would be when she assailed me for 'forgetting' to remind her kids to wear aprons. Rather, it was her who forgot to have her children bring them. She called me on the cell, and did the evil-classless-palengkera-argument with me over the phone.
Funny. I suddenly realize now that all the parents from hell I've met are mothers. Hmmmm.....
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| No to Pineapple on Pizza |
[11 Jul 2005|09:34am] |
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Yesterday, the yearbook committee had a garage sale over at Alabang. While waiting, we ordered pizza from Pizza Hut. Lo and behold, they ordered Hawaiian Pan PIzza - the only redeeming thing about the pizza was that it was stuffed crust. And me, having my food peculiarities went on to pick off the pineapple tidbits on my pizza slice. Yes, I know. Some people think its weird, but I simply do *not* like pineapple on my pizza. This of course reminds me of more personal food habits my friends frown upon or simply find weird. Read on.
- mixing Jufran/Mafran banana ketchup with worchestershire sauce/knorr for my Max chicken sawsawan
- sugar and butter on toast
- cheese in my instant pancit canton; yakisoba savory beef
- mcdo frenchfries in vanilla icecream. I wonder if they can make a frenchfry mcflurry
- hate egg sandwiches
- suka and patis in my nilaga or bulalo
- no beer unless its mixed with 7Up/Sprite or unless I'm already drunk
- oatmeal with Cerelac wheat-banana is wonderful
- never feed me camote in any shape or form: camote-q, steamed, fried, in halohalo, in a shake (God forbid)
- apple is nice in a sandwich or the rare salad I have once in a while
- japanese mayo on my doritos
Mmmmmmm......
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| Curious |
[07 Jul 2005|11:53pm] |
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I have this theory. Its the kind of theory you make in your head and intially deny and 'un-deny' the longer you keep it there. Its your kind of theory which follows absolutely no logic whatsoever, yet you 'think' you got some sort of intellectual/causal/logical basis for it.
So here it is:
Things won't happen unless I write them down in my planner-schedule book (or what I call the poorman's PDA).
Case in point - I have had many meetings, appointments and whatnot suddenly cancelled at the last minute the past two weeks. I haven't been dutifully writing down my schedule the past two weeks.
- All meetings etc. that I've written in the accursed planner all went on as planned without a hitch no matter how bleak the circumstances.
And my most compelling 'evidence' of all - appointments which I didn't write in the planner cancel themselves only later work out after I've written them down anyway for no reason at all.
Yes I know. You all think I've gone over the deep end. That's alright, time for me to write down in my planner when I take over the world.
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| Recently... |
[02 Jul 2005|07:41pm] |
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The past two weeks have been inhumanly hectic, stressful and fun all at the same time. In a sense, its almost hard to believe that its July now, how fast time flies when one is having 'fun'. The highlights of my recent past are thus as follows:
- Survived a two-day/48-hour social endurance marathon: went to work in the morning, had lunch with a friend about business, went straight to the gym, met up with another friend for dinner, got home and changed into something more stylish, attended Preview's 10th anniversary party (more on that later), had a pre-dawn dinner/breakfast with another friend, went home to sleep for 3 hours, got up to work and make money, straight to lunch date and watched Batman Begins, went straight to an exhibit opening, did the social-artist thing, and had dinner and coffee with friends til pre-morning. Woohoo!
- Preview's Anniversary party at the Embassy was tres cool. Lots of cool people, fashionistas, yummy men, writers, artists, yummy men, photographers, models, yummy men... Met a few really really drop-dead gorgeous guys. Brad takes the cake; he's tall, latino and a near carbon-copy of Orlando Bloom minus the innocent boyishness. Le Sigh. Met a few celebrities - funny they didnt look quite as hot in person as they are in TV or on the ads. They must worship photoshop a lot.
- Working at home, one of the few perks of getting paid no matter where I am, on this long instruction manual. At least, they don't know that theyre also paying for my time while I watch Spongebob, Game Ka na Ba (I'm serious, I find this show hilarious), and play Text Twist online.
- Even more french.
- Helping out a friend put up his next exhibit: 1000 Nudes. A great photographer, he needs about 600 more volunteers to be photographed in the nude. His work is very artistic, and one need only show what he/she's comfortable with. If you're interested to volunteer, do text me or email me.
- Closed a new contract with Academies Manila. Yay.
- Restarted, thanks to Saki and Sakka, an old online rpg I run. Anyone interested to play and join, do check it out. Persona
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| Students from HELL Part 2 |
[23 Jun 2005|12:36pm] |
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I swear, I promised I'd write about the Parents from HELL I've met while working. But it has got to wait, I still have more students from hell to write about. A new one came along, and he's THE worst so far. Even worse than the kid who tried to strangle me. Yes.
But first, meet.... the Students from HELL Part TWO!
Pervy - he's the kind of guy who stares at the wrong parts of your body when you're talking to him. Almost made me think he had a mental condition. You know how autistic kids will always stare past your shoulder? *Anyway*, Pervy has another claim to fame: he draws nothing else but nude *well endowed* females and couples in the act of well... reproduction. He's even creepier than Gramps.
La Vender - she's not exactly from Hell. She's more of a Limbo kind of kid. La Vender has the most curious way of pronouncing things. Makulit. Makulit na makulit. For my class, she loved to ask me again and again (oh gawd I still get nightmares from it) "Teacher? Is there a wheel? In my Shoe?" She says it in this odd singsong way designed to drive you nuts. La Vender's names comes from how she pronounces lavender (the color/scent or whatever).
Stinky - Stinky takes the cake. I will take Gramps a The Bully in a single classroom as long as he isnt there. Stinky is yes very very oh-merciful-heavens-help-me very stinky. He reeks of bad hygiene, sweat and god-knows-what. I wouldn't touch him with a 10-foot pole. He stinks up my classroom - big time. Yesterday was the day it was the worst of all days, since the computer room was smaller - and he picked a seat next to my desk. Eau de Mal. I spent 70% of the time outside the classroom and only went in when somebody needed help. I loathed it whenever he called. Please Stinky, take a freakin bath. As a final note, I spritzed my perfume as inconspicuously as I can in his direction. Didnt help one bit.
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| Special Gramps Update |
[21 Jun 2005|07:42am] |
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First of all, an update on Gramps (see previous blog entry). He was my student yesterday, and the lesson was Anime and Manga drawing. I began with an introduction to the genre and said, "manga artists are called mangaka". This simple statement apparently did not sit well with Gramps and he proceeded to question it:
"Bakit kailangang tawag ay Mangaka. Eh puwede namang illustrator."
Why call them Mangaka when they could be called illustrators instead?
I was taken aback and well, quite frankly, doesnt he have any common sense in his head? So I replied matter-of-factly:
"Because its the way it is."
He frowns; "Pero kasi nga, bakit hindi nalang illustrator. Or cartoonist. Pareho lang naman eh. Kailangan pa ba na ibang term."
But really, why not illustrator. Or cartoonist. They're both the same. Why need another term?
I answer; "Because thats the way the Japanese call illustrators in their own language. The way, you are an 'engineer' in english and an 'enhiniero' in tagalog. Besides, western comics and manga are not completely the same potato. Thusly, even their artists may be termed differently."
The argument raged on for a while and I swear I would have said something nasty if it went on for another 10 minutes. The man wont accept that he asked a stupid question. In the end, he eventually stopped asking again and again, but not before a last swipe at it.
"Okay. Pero hindi ba mahirap yon? Paano maiintindihan ng bata yung trabaho na iyon? Pag sinabi ko na mangaka ako, hindi niya maiintindihan. Hindi yata okay iyon."
Okay, but isn't that problematic? How can a child understand the job title. If I said that I'm a mangaka, the kid wont understand. So, I hardly think thats reasonable.
At that point, I could see that even his classmates wanted to strangle him. I answered;
"Well sir, if you see it that way. Then I don't think we'd have any jobs around for people to do. If I told a child that I'm a Neurosurgeon, he obviously will have difficulty understanding it. But that doesn't mean we wipe out the term 'neurosurgeon' altogether. Right? You just have to explain to the child what you do. And thats that. Same thing with mangaka, just explain to the child what you do."
Gramps eventually backed off (much to the relief of his classmates).
Yay.
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| Interesting Students |
[17 Jun 2005|06:39pm] |
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I basically paint and teach art for a living. And that means that I meet many kinds of people as I go along; students, parents, co-teachers. It's an interesting field, one which I do enjoy a lot. But then... one meets: The Students From HELL
- The Bully. He's the worst bully I've had as my student. 9 years old, and already full of it. He firmly believes, that as the mighty posessor of a white belit in taekwondo he has full rights to everybody's else's health and well being. The Bully has been caught, stomping on other kids, poking at their faces with sharp objects and being a big obnoxious brat. The boy is also known to have attempted to strangle me.
- Gramps Yes you heard right. Gramps. Along with my classes with kids, I also have much much older students. Hence Gramps.Gramps loves to question my knowledge, suggesting incoherent ideas while at the same time hitting on me. Creepy.
- ADHD Kid He runs, he screams, he jumps, he probably drank a dozen cups of coffee before coming to class. This child born out of sugar cant sit still nor comprehend impending doom as he hurtles from a highchair onto marble flooring. Oh and as a last note, ADHD kid also has a Parent from HELL. More details on that in another entry.
- Spoiled Girl-Snob She calls her dad stupid, and calls everything else ugly. Eww thats ugly. Eww the paint is ugly. Ewwww his face is ugly. Girl-Snob also has a vise-like grip and murderous hug designed to suck the air out of you. She's nice to me, but a snob to everyone else. As a sidenote, Spoiled Snob-Girl *also* has a Parent from Hell.
- Bratz Bratz is a real-live Bratz doll minus the cuteness. She lives, breathes and yes. Eats Bratz. She also has a 'fashionable' temper to match, evil eye and ready-made tears for any event. Bratz is also known as Pouty and CopyCat.
Up next: Parents from HELL
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| New Things |
[14 Jun 2005|01:19pm] |
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For starters, its been ages since I really blogged. Ooop. Or maybe I should say; 'live-journal-ed'. Anyway, yes. Its been quite a while. So there. A lot of new things with me, and for lack of energy and creative juices I'll simply list them down shotgun-style.
- Signed up with a gym a couple of weeks ago.
- Got a personal trainer too (what the heck). He promises I'll be a toned femme fatale if I stay with my "fitness" regimen. Wow. Cathy? Fit?! Damn. As a side note: what once constituted my biennial exercise has now become daily. Yes it has.
- Taking french lessons.
- Prospective new job, looks very promising, in a field you guys would never guess.
- Prospective deal with Celebrity Sports. Yay.
- 2 new kittens: Poco and Gus. Poco has ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder) and Gus is just plain excruciatingly cute.
So there. Whee~ My first entry since forever. Milestone Alert.
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