I was supposed to go to college today.  Unfortunately, I wasn't feeling well enough to travel all the way to Manila with my ginormous laptop: Bad headache + itchy, painful throat + lethargy.  Say NO to work.  I feel slightly guilty though, but I promised my partner I'll make up for it.  Plus the lateness of salary is not making me happy, so I'm not killing myself for them.

Latest obsession is the series Pushing Daisies.  Have you heard of it?  GO WATCH NOW. 

Basic plot points:

There is a guy.  His name is Ned, and he's a pie-maker, owner of the Pie Hole.  Ned has special powers, one touch and he can bring the dead back to life.  Unfortunately, if the now-alive-formerly-dead-person remains alive for more than a minute, another living thing (of equal life value) dies.  Once he brings something back to life, he can't touch it again, else that something dies.  First thing he ever brought back to life was his dog, Digby, when he was just a kid.  He therefore couldn't touch Digby at all anymore.  He found this dead-alive-then dead again in an accidental experiment with his mom.  His mom had a stroke.  He touched her, she came to life.  A minute later, Chuck's dad (we will get to them later) died.  When his mom kissed him good night, his mom died.  Again.  This time for good.

For the first few episodes, I thought he couldn't touch anyone at all.  But apparently he could touch never-been-dead people.  It's just the dead and used-to-be-dead that's the problem.

(more on Pushing Daisies)

I admit.  When it comes to hair care, I am completely useless.  I have unruly hair that rarely stays in place, and I hardly know how to take care of it. 

this would be a fine example of what I do when loitering at the upstairs "tambakan"

However, as much as I would love to cut my hair short, it just does not look good at all with me.  I had that hair waaay back in gradeschool.  It's big and poofy and really hard to pin down.  And with me being practically rod thin, I pretty much look like a matchstick.  gah!

Unfortunately, my usual hair cutter being indisposed, I went somewhere else.  The result was terrible.

one last good look at salon blow dried hair

It might look slightly good now, but seriously, come tomorrow, it would not be anywhere near that neat.  I have no idea how to use a hair dryer.  I am that clueless.

Plus, I think the haircut made me look younger.  Totally not what I'm aiming for.  I don't look like I'm teaching college as it is.  What more now???

I don't have the words to say it.  I can't really explain. 

This might tell it all:

Do you get it? 

I hope you do.

So I guess I have one left.

Yes, I'm talking to you.

..the first site you open upon logging in is your plurk site

..your homepage is plurk.com

..you unintentionally refer to yourself in the third person (used to, but I've gotten over this now)

..you expect the screen to move sideways when you roll the mouse

.. you can't blog properly inspite of being online most of the time cos of the microblogging

..whenever something happens, your first thought is to plurk about it

..you know what people had for lunch/snack/dinner

..you karma stops being that thing that happens back to you when you do something evil

..you become obsessed with getting that "dancing banana" (I'm on my 60 something now though, so gaining karma has stopped being exciting.  what else is there anyway?)

Got other ideas?  Share!

For some reason, I've always had this strange thing for kid clothes and maternity dresses. 

A few days ago, I actually went looking for shirts in a kid store.  I'm a size 12 in kids department if you must know.  Their line of maternity clothes also looked really pretty.

Back in high school, we had this teacher who seems to be always pregnant.  She was pregnant for three straight years (if you can believe it!), and she wears the cutest dresses to school.

There's one site I stumbled on that sells Maternity Clothes online.

One of the things I always notice with maternity clothes are the garters they have in place of the normal waistband.  For the uninformed, it's there to give the growing tummy room for uh, growth.

This pull-on trousers would be a fine example right here.

I am of course partial to dresses, and I did found a few Maternity Dresses that I like.

Embroidered Jersey Dress

I love the cut of this one.  Not short, with thick straps, and square neckline.  It's one of those dresses that I wouldn't be able to pull off unless I plan on looking like a parachute.  But I still think it's adorable on someone who's actually pregnant.

Baby Doll Dress

Now this I might actually wear decently, minus the tummy effect though.

The site's selection of Maternity Wear is pretty extensive.  I wish they have more printed and plaids though.  I've always had a thing for plaids.  It's a little too much country, I know, but it's just really nice.

Because it's a boring sunday, and bb's a little too busy to ym, I have decided to work on kiddie drawing.  I actually have work things to do, but I'm really not up to it.  Grading papers and working on next week's lesson plans are boring.

So I present drawing number 1:

I did tell you it was kiddie right?   And yes, I claim no special arts skillz.  I should've placed the diasies in the swirls though.  Just realized that AFTER I was done.  And undo just wouldn't cut it.  And, yes, I'm too lazy to start from scratch.

Also, the colors aren't really my thing.  I like it bright and sunny ya'know?  But I'm pretending it is sulky, hence the dull colors, which actually amde the daisies weird, BUT I LOVE DAISIES!

I admit, the face really doesn't look very sulky.  In fact it looks sleepy to me.  Let's just pretend I'm pa-cutesy when I sulk, kk?

NO? kthnxbai.

/EDIT

I wasn't really happy with the first one.  Awful colors I tell ya!  So this would be the slightly edited, newly improved version:

no longer botoxed much

I'm thinking of turning this into a series of sorts.  A weekend thing cos obviously I shouldn't work on shitz like this on the weekdays. 

So I either post my indecent shot or kiddie drawing, whichever the mood.

ALso this is my current favorite song, and I just like to share:

With so many social networks popping up, it seems a little overwhelming to join a lot and keep track of it all.   Invitations to join this or that network from friends makes me itchy to click the delete all button.   Izea, however, has a different “social network” in mind.   Introducing SocialSpark, according to some posts I’ve read about it, it’s basically a social network connecting bloggers and advertisers.  Sounds like a dating site, eh?

I just recently signed up, and I still haven’t really gotten the hang of it.  The site is a little confusing for techie-dinosaurs such as myself.  There’s just so many things going around in your screen.  The attention-deficit in me couldn’t handle so many visual distractions all at once. 

So basically, there’s this marketplace where you can pick opportunities.  By opportunities, I mean potential advertisers you want to hook up with.  Usually you express interest in writing something about them, then you wait for an opening.  Confusing part comes in when the advertiser takes interest in you, and asks you to write something about them.  At least that part got me confused.  There was no link to a specific part of the site, so it took me a ticket to the customer love to understand how.  Apparently, you need to search for that post in the marketplace (again), then reserve a slot to take the opportunity.

Also, they require to grab it within the next 12 hours, which is not so good for people like me who doesn’t really work in front of computers (although I am in front of it quite a lot, just not during work hours); but may be perfect for stay home mommy bloggers who has time to kill.

If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?

♥  Like do someone else behind my back? Ditch him.  What would be the point of sticking around.

 Who will you choose, the person who loves you or the person you love?

♥  Because I’m an idiot with no self-preservation instincts, I pick the person I love

What's your take on same-sex marriages?

♥  To each her own, mabuhay ng keber.

Are you inlove?

♥  As far as I know, nope.

What's your ideal lover like?

♥  Someone who can put with all my shitz and still love me.  And obviously hot in bed.

Loving someone or being loved by someone else?

♥  The ego demands to be loved by someone else, but the incurable idiot prefers to love someone.

 If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?

♥  There are other fishes in the ocean, why stay?  Then again, why go for fish, they’re malansa.

If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

♥  I refuse to answer the question as it might incriminate me.  *bow*

Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?

♥  YES.  The lack of attention has seriously made me very, very unhappy.  Very unhappy.  An attention-whore such as myself demands uh, attention!  Shudup!

What do you want most in life?

♥  To be loved?  Cos all we need is love!  Pfft.  To be happy I guess.  Happy and content.

Is being tagged fun?

♥  It’s not bad.  It’s just there.

Name people you cannot live without?

♥  People I love.

Who is currently the most important person to you?

♥  Not person, just the people I cannot live without.

What do you think of the person who tagged you?

♥  She is bored!  Bored enough to reply to tags like this, just like me apparently. Hah!

Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?

♥  Single and rich of course.  I don’t aspire to be poor, then have crying kids to feed.  No thank you.

 If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you anymore, what would you do/how would you react?

♥  I’d sing, “hey!  It’s me, the one who always cared for you/oh yes, it’s me, the one..”  You get the drift!

This cg, whata cornball!

Would you give your all in a relationship?

♥  I always do, I think.  Otherwise, it wouldn’t hurt right?

If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?

♥  I’d pick option B!  Did you ask the question properly?  Huh?  NO YOU DIDN’T!  So there.

What type of friends do you like?

♥  The type who sticks around when the chips are down, and puts up with the annoyingly ridiculous things I put myself in.

If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?

♥  Be happy?  SUCCESS!  That was my point right?

Once upon a time, boy met girl.  They fell in love.  Got married, had kids, though not necessarily in that order.

For some odd reason, June is the month of weddings.  Odd because that’s also when typhoon season start.  It’s like the universe screaming at you at what exactly you would expect from getting knotted –plenty of aggravation, some trudging just to get through the day, and of course, the warm cozy nights.  Someone in the universe has a real strange humor.

I am probably at that marrying age stage right about now.  A few of my friends have tied the knot.  There were three last year, one just a month ago, another at the end of the year, and two next year.  Now the wedding part is fun, but the staying married is a lot harder.  Maybe that’s why some people go to marriage counselors, join marriage group encounters, and even submit to a different belief system, such as an Emergent Church, to resolve issues that suddenly pop up during the marriage.  I’ve always viewed this desire to get help in any way possible as a statement saying, “I Want a Better Marriage”.  This is not a bad thing.  Up until now, I still am against divorce. 

Yes, I know there are plenty of good reasons to get divorced, or have your marriage annulled, such as physical abuse, neglect, and things like that.  I don’t buy irreconcilable differences, unless the other party has suddenly turned gay.

What are your reasons?

Side note:  this website for one of those emergent churches and this one has the prettiest website.  It’s all vintage with lots of cute icons that go with it.  I want my blog to look like that.   Now go Find a Church in Rancho Santa Fe.  Just because.

One of my most hated place to be in is being stuck in the middle of a guy with no balls and a suicidal psycho-chick.  Sure I get that failed relationships often causes depression, and a bad case of depression sometimes lead to suicide.  But to use the possiblity of suicide as an emotinal blackmail for someone's love is just plain dirty.

This is what goes on the mind of the victim of dirt: OMFG!  If I leave her she'll kill herself, and it will all be because of me.  I'll feel horrible.  I am a horrible person!  What have I turned her into?  If she dies, it's going to be my fault.  I can't have that on my conscience.

When actually, what he should be thinking is:  OMFG!  What a loser!  How dare she try to manipulate me with her talk of possible suicide!  I'll be the one commiting suicide if I don't leave her.

So I don't know the rates, but I once heard that people who often talk about killing themselves usually don't.  The attempts to off oneself is basically a call for help, or just a really annoying way of calling attention.

I'm an attention-whore, but try as I might, I just can't really empathize with these people.  Maybe because regardless how dysfunctional my relationship skills are, I still haven't lost my pride.  Pride to not force myself on people who quit on me.  Do not remind me of the never-ending saga with ex (which has hopefully ended, not to well , I might add.  But I would accept any ending now knowing a good one isn't really possible).  It's a different story, we took turns coming back, and there never was begging.  And seriously, I have never been that desperate (and hopefully never will be).

What's your worst ex story?

Hello sunshine
Come into my life

In honesty
It's been a while
Since we had reason left to smile

I seem to be doing the same mistakes over and over.  Getting involved in situations with the same old people, and getting the same results every single time.

I want to make new mistakes now. 

But if I fail, can I come back?  Will you take me back?  Can we dance to the same old tune, but have a happy ending?

I've let you gone your way.  You know, I never insist.  I want your free will.  I've waited patiently for you.  Ok, granted patiently waiting isn't exactly my thing.  And I know it looks bad on your end what I've been up to, but believe me when I say you were never far from my mind.

Maybe sometimes all people need is a chance to grow apart to be better together.  How funny it would be if we end up with a happily ever after with the people we thought we're done with. 

I I I I I I I I I I I I I I

No I am not offering you my heart in a silver platter.  You'll cut it up the first chance you get.  This is not my declaration of love, nor is it an offer. 

It's a dream.  Maybe with you?  But no, I'm not keeping my hopes up.  I can live with the now.  Who knows how long this feeling would last.

Sometimes the optimistic in me still goes up the surface to breath. This girl wants a forever.  This girls wants a life with someone.  Someday this girl will drown.  But until that day...

Someday, I will be the girl who writes love stories with happy endings.

Did I make sense?

No, this is not an entry about ex.

I was almost finished writing an entry when one-minute brownout killed it!

What was the entry about?  One word: addiction.  Er, collection.  Yes, collection.  Enough of my addictions.

When I was a kid, think grade school, I collected one thing: Bazooka bubble gum comics.  I’m not sure though if the gum still exists, I haven’t seen one for a decade.  It’s those pink gums, a lot thicker than juicy fruit wrapped in pink/blue/white paper with a comic inside.

Bazooka Joe comics.  My collection had fortune cookie shitz on the bottom right.

I collected about a hundred of those, and had it in a square white envelope.  When I felt a little out of it, I would open the envelope, randomly pick a strip, and read my fortune for the day.  It never really made much sense to me then, I doubt the fortune cookies would either, so it’s all the same. 

Now, I remember this was mother’s day, my sister and I went with my dad to buy something for my mom in the mall.  For some reason, I brought my envelope with me.  We went to Quad, now known as Glorietta.  While looking at some native stuff, I left the envelope on a display shelf.  We did go back there after I realized I forgot it, but it was gone!  Probably thrown out by some random stranger, or picked up by another kid.  I don’t know.

I was cleaning my old cabinet a while ago, and moved everything to the new cabinet when I noticed my Coke card collection! 

Coke card shows a picture of a coke poster in front, and some fun Coke facts at the back.

This I saved for a much shorter time period, a few months I think.  I had a lot more, but they were mostly duplicates of the ones I already have, so I gave them to my sister.  Wonder if she still kept those?  Checking the latest date, which was 1986, this probably went out late 80s.  When you buy a coke, they give you a pack which contains three cards.  I’m not exactly sure if you’re supposed to get all three, or just one.  Or you only get it when you buy the one liter.  I was pretty lucky that time cos I was staying at my grandmother’s in the province.  They have this little store, where I would at times stay when I was bored.  My lola gave me all the cards that came with the Coke delivery.  When I got back to Manila, I continued collecting the cards, but the promo didn’t last very long.  I wish they had it longer, it would’ve been nice to have a card per year.  My first card had a poster photo dated 1894.