tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74261637812610866012024-03-05T15:59:54.915+08:00furtive notes from a broken soulsorry to disappoint, but she's still alive.The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-70220569868558122122012-11-25T00:15:00.001+08:002012-11-25T00:15:09.105+08:00Mama na meOh yes, i am. :) <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhan8SYYeuVONqV3DFneqIJKHeAarz_C2JDqUVmfXyT4LV221ZqoqiYRl2SmONO4lqfRt6tvFgPxVwTz-59hB5LVCd_5R33Z0X0QKV5CxgwJfT_y57Brg50XpAHnT6vwUQF5I1PY401eCs/s640/blogger-image-1029960398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhan8SYYeuVONqV3DFneqIJKHeAarz_C2JDqUVmfXyT4LV221ZqoqiYRl2SmONO4lqfRt6tvFgPxVwTz-59hB5LVCd_5R33Z0X0QKV5CxgwJfT_y57Brg50XpAHnT6vwUQF5I1PY401eCs/s640/blogger-image-1029960398.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5injQfKrv68QDznaPLfMvtDaPYq_b0UKfHmygmM7F2jSvXcT87qLvU-_w-JiFqhZrn4BWQ_7lQ2lhTTvTVA87UMGG2_YGeV0TnS3XuSSffJKQclrZHGkcSxv94zbqygwjTKRljK9hSNs/s640/blogger-image-357855949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5injQfKrv68QDznaPLfMvtDaPYq_b0UKfHmygmM7F2jSvXcT87qLvU-_w-JiFqhZrn4BWQ_7lQ2lhTTvTVA87UMGG2_YGeV0TnS3XuSSffJKQclrZHGkcSxv94zbqygwjTKRljK9hSNs/s640/blogger-image-357855949.jpg" /></a></div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-36174515307150521292010-09-05T19:32:00.000+08:002010-09-05T19:32:13.279+08:00Moving, moving, moving...gone.Hej! Since I've moved continents a few days back, I've decided to move to a new blogspot address:<br />
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</span></span></div>Im keeping my multiply account to consolidate everything (although it's not efficient in doing so), but don't bet on it's update schedule. :)<br />
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See you there!<br />
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-Rica, blogging from the land of the gentle giants.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs630.snc4/59069_431906289276_835349276_4584875_4396203_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs630.snc4/59069_431906289276_835349276_4584875_4396203_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-63612657312309807892010-07-30T01:55:00.002+08:002010-07-30T02:25:26.643+08:00Retiring the JacketSI have a thing for jackets.<br />
Aside from the simple truth that they keep my huge arms wrapped and out of sight, jackets for me serves the most practical purpose of pulling a person together.<br />
It may be that pulled together look crisp jackets provide, or the security of providing a private wiggle room to breathe (because good jackets hide insecurities like heavy breakfasts or heavy thighs).<br />
It keeps you warm, and protects you from dust.<br />
If Ally McBeal had her pajamas, I had my jackets.<br />
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My two most special pieces are entirely different from each other (in no order, whatsoever).<br />
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I got my Political Science Forum (TPSF) jacket in 2002, and it's a sort of sports-wind breaker jacket with the hood. It was very memorable, because I remember pretty well how I got it, and the things that were going on that time. I was among one of those 'first' few people who got this black jacket with grey piping (hence the cloth used for you jacket was entirely different from those made later on), and I remember Tere (the now Atty Teresa Bautista), our Board Member, insisting that being officers, we get to have our jackets for free. It was such tumultuous times at the TSPF, because judging by the things our organisation has gone through over the past months-- impeachment proceedings, factions and all this real life political circus, I can't believe we were even able to make it through in our Senior year. Not everyone survived. I remember that time--after receiving my jacket for free (I have to emphasize free goods as fundamentally cherished by college kids like me), an impeachment some people believed I discreetly masterminded, and new found friends within my major-- I felt that I belonged. At last.<br />
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Ever since, I've used this jacket to guard me (and my hoochie bags) from rain, from nocturnal insects whenever we decide on road trips in the provinces, and contact from people I don't like (no kidding). It became my comfort blanket for eight years, and it served me well.<br />
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Now Im sending it back to Manila, to retire. It served me well, and I'll probably still be using it every now and then, when rain showers grace Ortigas Pasig. But it should be respectfully returned to this very country I grew up in, endured heartaches in, and yet in the end, still love to the core of my soul.<br />
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My other favourite jacket was from my ex boyfriend, Jay. :) He gave me this jacket in 2004, and it's a black cotton zippered number from Esprit. I loved it so much, I still wear it often even if its missing a real zipper slider. I've worn it with literally everything, and was even called JLo while wearing it one time. My sister loved it and asked Kuya Jay to buy one for her. My then-boyfriend had no choice, and dollars poorer later, he was instantly declared as the jacket-supplier.<br />
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<b>Now, this post is not just about the jacket and their impending retirement. </b>This is also about my sister, Tinay. We were sorting clothes for laundry last week, and when she saw the state of distress of this six-year old jacket I've been wearing, she offered to give me her jacket since -eherm- it wont fit her anymore. It was a 'Jay' jacket with minimal difference in style. She supplies me everything, actually-- pants, shoes and underwear (I only shop for tops). I was just so glad to have it and it didn't tell that I was touched by her generosity and her way of getting out of her way when she helps other people.<br />
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My sister doesn't earn that much when she was back in Manila, and will probably correct me in saying she earns better now. Because that's not so true. But really, I've never met anyone who can give more than what they get, without expecting in return, and just give for the sake of giving. She's not the nicest (haha) person, nor is the easiest to deal with, and this may mean to show that we have our own quirks, strengths and weaknesses.<br />
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My sister is the most generous person I've ever known. And I pray, really really pray that the universe take care of her the best way possible, and not to let anyone take advantage of that generous heart. I was lucky enough to have a sister like her. I'm never trading her with any shoes, pants or jackets.<br />
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<i>A Chanel bag? Maybe. </i><br />
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</i>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-80026294125391843482010-07-26T01:40:00.003+08:002010-07-26T01:45:50.739+08:00Wanted: donations for Dyowsa's Flickr Pro<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>To make benefit glorious nation of beckystan. :D </i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>i wake up to where the skies are blue...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>and margarine... are... well... carved from mountain-hills. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>And I accept paypal.</b></span></div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-61668053806605951982010-07-12T05:43:00.002+08:002010-07-20T23:41:19.162+08:00una bien merecida victoria, España<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvvLrB4T03fy4099OwYBEUN9cF4xWhFQketHId80Vc1XoPmmTPKrXCB0t0D3zwdb_sJO4ej2RF7JI3Bl6_4lr0qJN7kQVPYNGsZnxHoisTUf1Z6HQnM4Ky-HJe-XqRMKJY9VAHK4rOT4/s1600/IMG_2535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvvLrB4T03fy4099OwYBEUN9cF4xWhFQketHId80Vc1XoPmmTPKrXCB0t0D3zwdb_sJO4ej2RF7JI3Bl6_4lr0qJN7kQVPYNGsZnxHoisTUf1Z6HQnM4Ky-HJe-XqRMKJY9VAHK4rOT4/s400/IMG_2535.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Extended yung game. I've never stayed up this late (or early. and sober) since college years, at nagtutukatok nako ng konti. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What's funny is that everyone wanted Netherlands to win, cos they're the so-called underdogs. But really, by how everyone would display their hopes for Netherlands to win, La Furia Roja looked more like the underdogs. In any case, it was a well deserved Championship. Viva España!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>sleep na!</b></span></span></div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-26850648563158316682010-06-30T12:09:00.001+08:002010-07-20T23:41:57.607+08:00Notes to self:<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4178468917_fb28837979.jpg" width="400" /></div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2) Huwag atat. Mas mataas ang market value ng taong marunong humindi.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3) Matutong mag enjoy (talaga naman).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4) Huwag pilitin ang mga bagay na hindi ayon sa panahon. Ang manggang hinog sa piliit ay mapait (naks).</div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2751/4073504757_232e2b4607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ru="true" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2751/4073504757_232e2b4607.jpg" width="320" /></a>5) Hindi 'relatively' malapit ang mga lugar na bina byahe ng tren in 8 hours. Hindi talaga.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">6) Bukod sa babae ka, at nakaka-exicite isipin na adventure ang mag byahe ng mag isa sa iba ibang bansa na mag isa, isipin mo din na may mga taong aatakihin sa puso, iniisip pa lamang ang mga pwedeng mangyari sa'yo. Wag mo naman silang pahirapan.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">7) Huwag kalimutan ang mga unang napagkasunduan at huwag magpa-distract sa mga 'extra'.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8) Matuto sa mga aral ng nakaraan--iwasan ang maagang overexposure, be choosy with your battles (refer to item 2).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4178379219_82ab1d64a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ru="true" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4178379219_82ab1d64a7.jpg" width="320" /></a>9) I-enjoy ang natitirang mga araw. Mag-aral ng iisang bagay na matagal mo nang gustong aralin, mamasyal at magbigay galang sa mga ninuno, sulitin ang natitirang mga araw na may literal na 'araw', magbigay pugay sa pamilya at mga kaibigan. Huwag punuin ang schedule. Maglaan ng 'alone' time.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>10) Chillax lang.The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-46214013440152573802010-06-26T14:50:00.000+08:002010-06-26T14:50:47.381+08:00Little Boxes<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVld01C-_WE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVld01C-_WE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br />
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</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>cover by Regina Spektor (bet you saw that coming. :) )</b></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;"><br />
</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;"><b>Little Boxes</b></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;"><b>Malvina Reynolds</b></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;"><br />
</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;">Little boxes on the hillside,<br />
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,<br />
Little boxes on the hillside,<br />
Little boxes all the same.<br />
There's a green one and a pink one<br />
And a blue one and a yellow one,<br />
And they're all made out of ticky tacky<br />
And they all look just the same.</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;"><br />
</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;">And the people in the houses<br />
All went to the university,<br />
Where they were put in boxes<br />
And they came out all the same,<br />
And there's doctors and lawyers,<br />
And business executives,<br />
And they're all made out of ticky tacky<br />
And they all look just the same.</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;"><br />
</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;">And they all play on the golf course<br />
And drink their martinis dry,<br />
And they all have pretty children<br />
And the children go to school,<br />
And the children go to summer camp<br />
And then to the university,<br />
Where they are put in boxes<br />
And they come out all the same.</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;"><br />
</div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial;">And the boys go into business<br />
And marry and raise a family<br />
In boxes made of ticky tacky<br />
And they all look just the same.<br />
There's a green one and a pink one<br />
And a blue one and a yellow one,<br />
And they're all made out of ticky tacky<br />
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Dati kasi ang ultimate jaforms accessory ay ang telepono. Well thats so 2000. Kasi napalitan na nitong bagay na maitim, mabigat at mejo maasim (ang strap) na tinatawag na DSLRs. Uso na ang photoshoot parties. May mga kilala akong hindi na makakain ng maayos at araw araw, para lang makabili ng lente at flash at kung anu ano pa.<br />
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Ngayon, ang 'culinary arts' ang talagang pakay nitong post na ito, kaya hihinto na ako (dearest Lord, ayaw ko ng DSLR. Gusto ko ng Leica. Kahit anong Leica. basta Leica) on grappling with semi-professional photography (aka mediocre, pero okay lang nde naman ako professional eh). <strong>(Pektyur: Paella Mixto. Paborito ni Chet)</strong><br />
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Para sa akin, ang pagluluto ng masarap na pagkain ay necessity. Mahal at nakakataba ang araw araw na kain sa labas, at kung hindi mo gusto ang luto mo, eh gudlak--hindi ka talaga kakain sa bahay.<br />
Ayaw mong ma-disappoint ang mga pinagluluto mo (kahit na ikaw lang yun at wala nang iba), kaya ibibigay mo ang higit pa sa iyong makakaya.<br />
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Hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero nare relax ako pag nasa kusina akong mag isa, naghihiwa, nagpapakulo o nagdidismantle ng body parts (carnivore alert!).<br />
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Dati, ang reklamo sa akin ng nanay ko, matagal daw ako magluto. At masyadong 'scientific'. Hindi ako naniniwala na scientific ako. Ang scientific na pagluluto ay para sa mga nagbe-bake. Baking ang isang bagay na mangangamote ako, pramis. Hanggat nakakagawa ako ng puto gamit ang steamer, hindi ko muna papasukin ang pagbe -bake. Mahina ako sa measurements at conversions (pero magaling ako sa mag-estimate), at ang huli kong ni-bake na crinkles ay nagmistulang kuchinta (i know. pathetic). <br />
Im happy to report na mabilis na ako magluto ngayon. Siguro kasi wala na ako sa bahay namin at pwede nang magmalakas na apoy sa kalan. haha.<br />
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Bukod sa ex-boyfriend ko at isang kaibigan na gustong gusto ang aking lechon paksiw, wala na akong matandaan na pumuri sa akin sa aking pagluluto.(hindi legit ang mister ko. syempre sasabihin nyang paborito nya lahat ng niluluto ko, kahit maghain pa ako ng bubog at alambre).<br />
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At maniwala ka, maarte ako sa pagkain. Ayaw ko ng matamis na ulam. Ayaw ko ng dry. Lalo nang ayaw ko ng hindi mainit (well, unless sashimi sya).<br />
I suffer this mental illness called 'snooty tummy syndrome', kung saan kung hindi mainit ang ulam, o kahit kanin man lang, nilalamig ang tiyan ko at nawawalan ako ng gana. Pero hindi ibig sabihin ng masarap ay mahal. Ang bistek, for example ay kadalasang masarap sa mga karinderya. Kaya pag ikaw ay nagluto nito, at sinabi kong lasang karinderya sya, take it as a compliment. <strong>(Pektyur: Tapa!)</strong><br />
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Kung may isang award nga na proud na proud ako, yun ay ang 'Best in THE (technology and home economics) award ko nung graduation. Palagay ko dine- deserve ko yun ng tunay, bilang nag iisang tao sa school namin na alam kung ano ang pagkakaiba ng rice cooker at slow cooker, o braise at saute.<br />
Mahilig din akong gumawa ng versions ng mga tipikal na ulam. Ilang taon na ba akong nagpa pasta na walang tomato sauce o kahit white sauce (hindi alfredo yun. hindi lahat ng white sauce eh alfredo. suplada, ampota), aglio olio lang. Minsan may chinese sausage (na ang tawag sa atin ay chorizo de bilbao, na wala naman pala talagang ganon na chorizo sa bilbao).<br />
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Para sa akin, ang mga nanay ang isa sa mga taong magagaling magluto in general (in general ha. alam mo na, kelangan i-rule out ang mga taong naglalaga ng sapatos).<br />
It may come with the package, but they seem to always burst with generosity. It's as if their ability to love and give without anyting in return reflects a mother's way of cooking.<br />
Isa yun sa mga dahilan, kung bakit ko gustong maging nanay eh. :D<br />
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So ayun. Hindi ko malaman kung paano sasabihin ito with whole eloquence, pero para sa akin, ang pagluluto ay isang form of expression. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sa pagpili palang ng ingredients, andun yung sense of importance. Kelangan fresh. Kelangan okay ang source.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Humahangos ka pauwi ng bahay, bitbit ang iyong mga pinamili, magsasalang ka na sa kalan ng lutuan.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Magmamadali kang mag chop/mince/cube ng sangkap, lalagyan mo ng ga-patak ng mantika ang lutuan (hindi ako mahilig sa naliligo sa oil. yak).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ilalagay ang ingredients, maaamoy mo maya maya ang bell pepper, o onions o garlic, acquainting with each other. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Magdidikdik ka ng paminta sa almires (oo, meron akong almires), maghihiwa ng basil, o magbubudbod ng turmeric.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">kukulo, titilamsik, magsi simmer.Ihahanda sa mesa.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Hectic. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At gustong gusto kong ginagawa.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well. Obvious ba? :)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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And this my friends, is what's keeping me from jumping on a plane to the land of the Emeratis. Cuteness. I wonder where I can buy one of those. (her name is Agnes, btw. ferpekt.) <br />
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Naiinip ako sa football, pramis.<br />
Nakaka frustrate kasi yung makikitang nagtatakbuhan sila, sinisipa yung bola gamit ang paa (duh),<br />
tapos magta try sumipa ng malakas or pa-spike, hoping na pumasok sa goal.<br />
As if naman napaka dalas ng ganitong pagkakataon.<br />
Pag sinuwerte ka, may makaka-goal nang isa.<br />
Malas lang talaga pag draw.<br />
Tinatawag na 'the beautiful game' and larong ito, at talaga namang gusto ko syang ma-appreciate.<br />
Siguro by next year, I'll learn how to appreciate it.<br />
Ayaw kong sabihing I love it eh, kasi hindi ko sya masyado pang naiintidihan.<br />
Alam mo na, si God lang ang love ko na hindi ko din masyadong maintidihan eh.<br />
Di pwedeng dalawa. :)<br />
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May mga teams na nga akong niro root for. :)<br />
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1. Espagna!- dahil sa kanila nakasalalay ngayon ang economy ng continental Europe. Sana winning the cup will give them better decision making skills. haha.<br />
2. Oranje- Flying Dutchmen Wint!<br />
3. France- dahil andun si Henry Thierry (ay pota, Thierry Henry pala. anubah.)<br />
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Teka, may football team ba ang Scotland? Gusto ko kasing dun mag aral for my Phd (yessss naman, saying it aloud!). <br />
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In other news, alam naman natin na malakas ang racism sa beautiful game na ito. (social relevance ampota)<br />
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2. Baket pumapasok parin ang Miss Iggy posts sa multiply ko, kahit na hindi ako ang nag post nito?<br />
3. Baket ako tinatamad ever? May assignment ako, pepetiks petiks parin ako?<br />
4. I wonder when is the good day to start a new blog. hmm.<br />
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So, kmusta ang buhay mo naman?<br />
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p.s.<br />
wala akong form spring, or whatever shit you call that q & a thingy for blogs, pero kung meron akong ganon, eto ang tatlong madalas natatanong sa akin:<br />
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1. Payat ka na ba?<br />
Sa totoo lang, ang mga katanungan na ganito, kasama ng forever remark na 'bakit ang taba mo, diba pumayat ka na?' ay malapit ko nang ipa-patent. Kung hindi man, magra rally akong gawing illegal ang tanong na ito. Obviously, kung tumaba na naman ako edi bumalik ako sa dati. Swerte mo kung buntis ako at hindi ako maiinis sayo. Kaso hellooo...I've always been a chubby kid, 'no ba ang problema mo? Imagine if I start answering back 'baket pumanget ka?' o worse-- 'O, panget ka parin?' If you have nothing good to say to someone you're meeting after sometime, zip it. If you feel the urge to say something, for the love of humanity, lie. Or say something vague like 'iba ang aura mo ngayon'. Ganon. But you see noo...Filipinos love doing this, para bang they delight in press releasing that someone has put on weight. Or is still heavy. Hindi baleng taga-dila ka lang ng sobre sa opisina nyo, o mahina ang ulo mo, o kaladkarin ka. Basta hindi ka mataba, okay ka na.<br />
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2. Saan mo nakukuha yung scholarships mo? Paano ka napipili?<br />
Nakukuha ko ang scholarships na ina aplayan ko sa net. You know...google? :) Yung unang Singapore stint ko, nabasa ko lang sa poster tacked bulletin board sa UST, hindi pa yata sa AB Building yun. Malalaman mo naman kung pwede ka sa mga papasukan mo, kasi may write ups sila. Ayoooon. Dun mo nga pala magagamit ang mga panahon na ginugol mo sa pagbabasa ng kung anu ano. Pag madalas ka magbasa, at may kaunti kang imagination, mas madali nang i-relate yung sarili mo sa mga bagay na labas sa school. Syempre, after reading you go through the process of application. Dito mate-test yung focus mo, kung gaano mo ka-gusto yung bagay. Kasi they usually ask for paper work, like certified true copy of grades, or referrals na sangkatutak. Pag tamad ka, eh goodluck sa buhay mo. Sa totoo lang, madaming tao akong kilala na super qualified at accomplished, pero pag tinamad sila, they can only be as good as intentions. Yun lang.<br />
Pano ako napipili? Well, I dont get chosen all the time. I don't always get what I want, and that applies to everyone. But I still try. And trying, makes all the difference (see item 1).<br />
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3. Do I need good grades for this sort of shit?<br />
Of course you do. But not only good grades. As these grades are given by other people-- of their assessment of you, you would have had only needed to be a good student. Cos there are other things that come with free will-- things you did, aside from studying. And things you want do and accomplish. You have to be dead convincing. They call that statement of motivation. Lahat yata ng scholarship applications may ganyan.The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-19058807916407923222010-06-16T20:42:00.003+08:002010-06-16T20:45:28.172+08:00Bugged: Reflextions the Art of ReflexologyI prefer to keep this entry in English, as I feel the urge to inform anyone who'd chance upon this article, or is looking for any reference on the matter:<br />
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Last Saturday, I together with two other companions went to Holland Village to eat brunch at Bakery Provence. It was then all three of us decided to get a foot reflex/massage, for 45 SGD. Along the rows of shops at Lor Liput, together with Provence and Paris Silk is 'Reflextions the Art of Reflexology'. We went there for our massage, and one hour and ten minutes later, left the place. We walked back home, as we usually do, as Holland Village is merely 10 minutes walk from our Block. Upon reaching home I noticed that my legs started itching, especially my left leg. I looked at it closely and to my horror saw big red rashes. Or so I thought, as they seem to have appeared out of nowhere. And they were an awful lot. They looked like rashes at first look, although they appeared to look like big red dots, bigger than your usual rash. I then looked at my right leg, and lo and behold. I had the same thing. Red big rashes that are raised on my skin. My left leg looked more severe though. Thought Im having chicken pox.<br />
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Now, I tried ignoring these spots to distract myself from scratching them . Really, I was more scared of how they will turn out to be--will they scar? I may have logs for legs, but one thing I can be all proud of is that I don't have 'coins' or 'mga piso' on them.<br />
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I went to see the doctor last Monday afternoon and upon seeing them (my legs), the doc said 'oh, those are insect bites'. 'Because some had bite marks (teeth). I asked which (insect), and upon hearing about what I did before I got those, she simply 'tsk tsked'. 'Go show this to them. Right away, not when it's healed ('cos Im giving you a good cream, she'll say later on), but in this state'. From her office, I began taking pictures of my poor legs through my iphone.<br />
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I just came back from Reflextions Holland Village. With the intentions of 'showing' them what happened after I got a good foot massage from them, I had to: a) explain the whole thing to a non-English speaking therapist, b) talk to a certain 'lady-manager' over the phone c) wait for someone to call back and talk to me again (because, as the girl insisted, she's not the one in charge, and that she cant (or the spa, rather) owe up to what had happened to me, because this is the first time someone has complained), and d) talk to the supposed-owner of the place, who said, in verbatim that 'they clean (their) place every week, with dettol', and that whatever happened to me is not their fault. I said this is the first time that this has happened to me as well. And it was just so coincidental that I got bitten by insects after less than an hour of foot reflexology. I was even pointing out that I suspect it's the leg stool--those stools you rest your legs on. He just muttered (like what the lady-manager said): we can't.<br />
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I said Im filing a complaint then. He said, 'Go ahead, file a complaint, then if further investigations prove to be false (mine: whatever that means), I will sue you'. I said 'I did not even wanted to resort to legal action, I was hoping you'd say that you will look into it'. He said 'Fine, we will look into it'. We were both shouting. I have no idea who shouted first, but things really got into me when he threatened to sue me.<br />
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So here is my account of what happened. I am not sure on whether or not this is defamatory, but let me set this straight. I may have been bitten by some insect on my way home (while my sister who was beside me the whole time had nothing on her legs). Or I may have been bitten by bugs at that massage place.<br />
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And that Im just not anymore complaining of insect bites. Now, I am complaining of bad customer service (no one in the shop knows English). I don't think threatening to sue a customer just because she's upset that she got insect bites, and MAY have gotten them from your leg stool is anywhere near proper.<br />
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Picture (yucky):<br />
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We've been packing things like crazy (well, Jay is). Since he leaves soon for the sandy dunes (oh it rhymes), he has to make sure all his things are inside the eponymous balikbayan box we're sending to Ortigas. Gee, I wanted to say 'send back', but it wasnt like that for us. These things are products of almost a decade of life here in Singapore, and they've acquired over time. We had to do away with sentimental value (in forms of hard rock cafe singapore cocktail glasses, circa '03) and just be practical about things. Come to think of it, whichever we ship we'll still have to deal with in the future. Im keeping the loveletters of course. :) And the small notes, postcards and good school essays/papers. I sorted through my bookS (thats a big S alright) last night, and kept my Gaimans. Textbooks from '03, books I got hold of because of a former job that has no commercial value whatsoever, I trashed. hehe. I might be bringing 5 books with me to Holland, all study-related. There's this Dr Phil book given by a collegue whos ironically been single for 10 years and counting, Im keeping. Simply because it's from a Harvard educated person, and relating one to the other cracks me up. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">By end of the month the room will look like a funny (but clinical) scene from a divorce, where you'll say 'Someone used to sleep on this side of the bed/someone used to have his things on this other side of the room'. It will be half empty. Im not keen on 'appropriating' my things have them occupy this newfound empty space. I have to remind myself that Im leaving soon too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh we migrated files as well. We did it manually, silly us. We've swapped machines, and Jay is now a proud owner of a 21 inch iMac to make NBA season in sandy dunes tolerable. Im missing him already (the iMac, not Jay).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now my clothes, I have to deal with later on. The standing order on the boxes is that the husband fills them up to becky-friendly height (which is midway and a few inches to the top), then I'll take it from there. Should I ask Jay to pre-stick the packaging tape as well?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Im trying not to be overly dramatic about it, pero this is it. Our life for 7-10 years. In a box. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh good thing I dont have much shoes. </div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-45870273271559616222010-06-07T17:38:00.000+08:002010-06-07T17:38:58.741+08:00hanubers: Marriage, Globalisation and CitizenshipSo, ganito nga, inaayos na namin yung lahat ng papers papunta Amsterdam at Spain. Naloloka ako ng slight, kasi naman si mister ay aalis na next week, at ewan ko kung paano magkaka uga ugaga sa pagse schedule ng mga bagay bagay:<br />
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1. Dahil 'spouse' status sya at student ako, kelangan naming magsabay ng apply sa Holland Embassy para hindi na mas mahal yung bayaran namin at nang hindi 'family reunification' chervaloo ang drama (study-papa lang. hahaha).<br />
2. At dahil aalis sya at sa bandang Agosto na kami magkikita ulet, at aalis na naman sya, kelan kaya kami makakapag apply ng visa nyan?<br />
3. Panu ang 'Sweden project' na dapat ang time frame namin eh before Oct (Nov na kami ulet magkikita yata, after August. syet) para ma-present namin sa Prague.<br />
4. Madami dami na akong taong naaway sa phone, dahil lang sa tono ng pagsasalita. Humihingi naman sila ng pasintabi after masita, yun daw talaga ang speaking voice nila. rude. :D<br />
Naiinis ako at parang ngayong babalik na ako sa pag eestudyante ulet, parang nde nako empowered to complain or something. Para bang hindi ko na pwedeng sabihin na 'who's your immediate superior?' o 'Magkano ba ang halaga ng oras mo?' ganon ba. May mababait namang tao na ever helpful.<br />
5. Kaso ang hindi ko ma-dig eh ang iba't ibang papers na kelangang lakarin, lalo na't I'll be studying in two countries and two schools for my first year. Josme. Ang Spain ay gusto ng police report, ang Holland ay gusto ng....pera. haha. joke. It kinda makes me see things in a very international scale (waw), na lahat ng agencies at individuals ay may kanya kanyang interest.<br />
6. Ngayon, ang kasayahan ng lahat ay naglalaho kada may documentation na kelangan ko pang i-legalise. Hinihimatay ako kada naririnig ko ito dahil:<br />
a) wala naman ako sa Pilipinas<br />
b) takte, alam mo bang 2,550 pesos ang kada document na ile-legalise ng Holland Embassy sa atin? Bago nyan, magbabayad ka pa ng 500ish sa DFA, at kung NSO certified yung document mo, edi pati yun. Josme! Para bang ang pag aaral talaga ay para lang sa may kayang magbayad. Buti nalang at maibabawi ko itong mga gastos na ito sa September, pero lekat...naiiyak ako at naghihirap. :(<br />
7. NGAYON...baket ba kelangan ng ganitong procedures? Ang kadahilanan nito ay yung tinatawag na <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><a class="l" href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&cd=4&ved=0CCAQFjAD&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.travisa.com%2Fhague.html&ei=8LYMTJuuBtO4rAei0PCfDQ&usg=AFQjCNHHUzakNM-Lk6YRA_lhPppZEVx7Hw" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','','4','AFQjCNHHUzakNM-Lk6YRA_lhPppZEVx7Hw','','0CCAQFjAD')" style="color: #551a8b;"><em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;">Hague Convention</em> on Legalization of Foreign Public Documents</a>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; line-height: normal;">Hindi kasama ang Pinas sa mga assignatory dito, at ewan ko kung bakit. Andun naman ang China, Brunei. Kahit Aruba, assignatory. Why ah? Im really beginning to feel that my citizenship is this huge barrier to go wherever I want to go. Im no student of International Law (hmmm), but really. Anu naman kaya ang kadahilanan?</span></span>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-15452553700591718562010-06-04T23:17:00.003+08:002010-06-04T23:34:37.802+08:00iPhone 101 sa Tsim Sha TsuiShort trip sa land of the hongkees, Miromay and Stella's favourite place (Lantau) with my folks (they flew in from Manila, while I flew in on day 2). Wala lang, para akong lumipad ng HK to give my father a crash course on the proverbial iPhone. Masaya naman. :)<br />
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Eh dahil la la land of toys din ang hk, someone's ready for September. :D<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-25519282302467773542010-05-29T01:05:00.001+08:002010-05-29T01:07:32.971+08:00hoy jay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9rmgwRo2Zx58n5soewivpXjnTW8bgh_p1Bwlea23LYpVVj4X4rDzT8PwSoev2AgKo3YtOl7_Gkn0anL8UdtyDekdJDP4lgOsm4QQnAL7SZm5qQu8dYrzqNHsfzb01oYa-k6fyXHPUqQ/s1600/_MG_6942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9rmgwRo2Zx58n5soewivpXjnTW8bgh_p1Bwlea23LYpVVj4X4rDzT8PwSoev2AgKo3YtOl7_Gkn0anL8UdtyDekdJDP4lgOsm4QQnAL7SZm5qQu8dYrzqNHsfzb01oYa-k6fyXHPUqQ/s400/_MG_6942.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">sana lagi mo akong isipin. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">dahil mami-miss kita ever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">last na, na long distance relationship ito ha? :(</div><div style="text-align: center;">andyan ka palang sa kabilang mesa, </div><div style="text-align: center;">nami miss na kita.</div><div style="text-align: center;">ampanget mo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">hmf.</div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-79021754467945550602010-05-28T01:36:00.000+08:002010-05-28T01:36:04.223+08:00(belated) Happy Birthday Stella<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQDBqpYutHcGJb6qAByopOSg2GbBlKcAohyphenhyphen1yaWibyOju4cnhZBxQZVXHGCvOfxdOMGM0i5VN3nbcMZ8CW34LSYI4vNlB9WcwyWV_LaLBb-QNoTj55pmf4JyG-k8e8WPO2gMHCIP3Up8/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQDBqpYutHcGJb6qAByopOSg2GbBlKcAohyphenhyphen1yaWibyOju4cnhZBxQZVXHGCvOfxdOMGM0i5VN3nbcMZ8CW34LSYI4vNlB9WcwyWV_LaLBb-QNoTj55pmf4JyG-k8e8WPO2gMHCIP3Up8/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">she's 'celebrating' her birthday month, and </div><div style="text-align: center;">wants to go somewhere special. Guess where?</div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-16470914153828281562010-05-14T00:09:00.000+08:002010-05-14T00:09:45.533+08:00Boy-crush alert<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxDlC7YV5is&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxDlC7YV5is&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>oh, he's cute. :D</b></div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-74393076495612161492010-05-12T11:02:00.000+08:002010-05-12T11:02:10.987+08:00Updates, updates!1. To everyone who greeted me on my espeysyal day...maraming salamat po. Salamat din sa Fezbook, at sa mga virtual cakes na pinadala nyo. haha.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_2088806391"></span><span id="goog_2088806392"></span><br />
<div>2. Im Becky, and Im 28 years old. </div><div>3. Oh gawd, I don't feel like one. Or look like one.</div><div>4. When I was younger, people who I associate with such age 'look' the part. They all looked grown up, they seem to have all these grown up issues and problems, they appear more sophisticated.</div><div>5. Anyway--so Im not. :) </div><div>6. But that's fine, Im going to Europe anyway.</div><div>7. For two years.</div><div>8. Yay!</div><div>9. All paid for.</div><div>10. Yesss....</div><div>11. And towards my PhD. :)</div><div>12. To study migration and Diaspora.</div><div>13. And (hopefully) in the future--sustainable cities, GIS and urban planning.</div><div>14. Yeah, those geeky stuff.</div><div>15. I think visa problems, sort-of career uncertainty for the husband and family reunification (extended honeymoon) are adult problems. Don't you think? Oh goody. Im an adult.</div><div><br />
</div><div>P.S. Still working on the 'bump'. Been wanting to get one. Badly. Hey-- a post grad student-mommy scenario is most welcome!</div><div><br />
</div><div>And since Im a sucker for ads that play with my emo-ness, here's something I think everyone would enjoy (and it's just part of a series!).</div><div><br />
</div><div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Sometimes you need to go far away to find yourself.</i></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I don't need a taxi.</i></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I don't need them to tell me.</i></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I don't need four years guarantee,</i></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I don't need them to wrap it up for me.</i></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I don't need to sleep, in order to dream.</i></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I don't' need to know where I go.</i></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>I need my life to be a journey.</i></b></span><br />
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Maganda pala ang black and white film. (Mga kuha ni <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/jaypanelo">Panelomo</a>. da husbandry.)<br />
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Umattend kami ng kasalan (renewal of vows) ng tiyuhin namin sa SSA Forbes Park.<br />
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Eto kaming magkakapatid (minus ate tintin) bago magpunta. AT ma-late ng dalawang oras. omaygas ang trapik ng pa-makati ng ala-sais ng hapon. takte.<br />
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Kung ikaw man ang matrapik, diba.<br />
(ako kumuha nito! save, double save, period, no erase!*)<br />
*contentious pa kasi.<br />
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Nung kinabukasan, naisipan kong mag sponsor ng ice skating challenge sa MOA. huwahaha. (L-R: yung Kabute sa Mario, si Marianne, si Jason (goes to hell).<br />
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Eto ako habang nag-iisip kung ano ba talaga ang saysay ng aking buhay. Baket ako mahilig mag-aral...at...so yes....it was map reading all along. duh.<br />
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"Today is your lucky day...makakatagpo ka ng taong namimigay ng pera".<br />
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</div>May isa pa akong ad na nakita, sa train station sa Orchard, kung saan para lang masabing may 'all white, hip' camera yung male model nilang naka all-white, ay pinagbitbit sya ng Holga na puti. Syempre, with the wrong gesture si manong. (Let me get you a picture of that soon)<br />
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Ngayon, according to the French press, Audrey Tautou is seen here (below)with a 'petite Leica'. Oh sure. Someone did their homework. :P<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">nicked from the <a href="http://www.lomography.com/magazine/news/2010/05/03/amelie-shoots-with-the-lomo-lc-a">LSI website</a>. Oui. :)</div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-10980177519732933732010-04-26T01:12:00.000+08:002010-04-26T01:12:01.055+08:00Mondays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG279OuuDDwM8CaQ1OfAvzqy12OskCaHNBMuJz8RpLyxdiItHq3N3cIWi15EPrtwJjIeGM5C7TlVaQuUsCMx7d9a68KB0EQ7mLqCFQzmPhxwH3GIaitpqGpmzY-CKwcXTnaTCl7OavSqY/s1600/Photo+on+2010-04-26+at+01.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG279OuuDDwM8CaQ1OfAvzqy12OskCaHNBMuJz8RpLyxdiItHq3N3cIWi15EPrtwJjIeGM5C7TlVaQuUsCMx7d9a68KB0EQ7mLqCFQzmPhxwH3GIaitpqGpmzY-CKwcXTnaTCl7OavSqY/s400/Photo+on+2010-04-26+at+01.08.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">ah yeah.</div>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-20531019781763016482010-04-25T01:31:00.001+08:002010-04-25T12:43:08.119+08:00PAL Midnight Sale. EPIC Fail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4RvnPsj_fY4DAe6bm3JKdHj2UzLVr-lACbwiHJhPDno6rZ3QvKjuVodc44w9L7HG4El_Zb8FhG3TgspqJ6X5N18G_aPqU8acBGasY2CDYAovuDNAv7Qt1RrOXPLjzzOsevcp0_xBTCg/s1600/n1204064746380804714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4RvnPsj_fY4DAe6bm3JKdHj2UzLVr-lACbwiHJhPDno6rZ3QvKjuVodc44w9L7HG4El_Zb8FhG3TgspqJ6X5N18G_aPqU8acBGasY2CDYAovuDNAv7Qt1RrOXPLjzzOsevcp0_xBTCg/s400/n1204064746380804714.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Philippine Airlines...You have a lot of explaining to do.<br />
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Matutulog na ako. Nakakainis lang, at mega may midnight sale pa silang nalalaman sa website ng PAL, tapos takte, the first hour was terrible. Eto ang sabi sa main site, from 12:05 am to 1:00-ish am:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can't believe they did not anticipate very high traffic. Matapos ang isang oras, of refreshing browsers, switching and wishing something happens, you get directed to this shady site main page:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Edi aakalain mo, okay na. You try browsing for tickets, and while the first time may have glitches the second (*or third) time sends you to a page with ticket prices that look awesomefreakingly normal. Potah. Yan din ang nakita ko na presyo kahapon ah. Mapapakamot ka ng ulo. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A) They did this crazy sale without even providing what's at stake. So you have no idea what the terms and conditions are (kelan yung promo flights, from where to where).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">B) They are prolly using a mirror site na dated 2008 pa. Kasom yung flight dates ay from 2001. Anubayun.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">C) Did not anticipate traffic?? C'mon. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">D) 300SGD for a Econolight return ticket from Singapore to Manila is a normal price (na-hike up na nga, at it used to be 230 lang). Asan ang promo dun?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Grr. midnight sale my a**.</span>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-41602571796976321572010-04-21T17:52:00.000+08:002010-04-21T17:52:21.239+08:00what ive been up to, in 100 words<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>an ex colleague of mine asked about my whereabouts, through fezbook. This is what I told her. </b></span></i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">im in wk 3 of my taitai programme, and have been eating veggies and all that shit. :P no babies yet-- those nasty critters which is the whole point of my taitaihood, and to put it mildly, im getting impatient. thought i could buy them off grocery shelves. anyway, im trying my best to be zen about it (see funny wall status). oh. some good news--i got into this scholarship for a euro masters. im targetting a phd afterwards (i know, the pressure), so wish me luck. :D and how are yah?</span>The Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03819624440777248705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426163781261086601.post-55773775475392030002010-04-21T15:33:00.000+08:002010-04-21T15:33:57.166+08:00engrish so powderful oredi<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">You've probably heard about this game called '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just_Cause_2">Just Cause 2</a>', and this character Bolo Santosi whom now everyone calls the the most annoying voice-over for a female character in a game? Well, the first time I heard her, she sounded very...familiar.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Singaporean lah. And what's so funny is that among the <a href="http://www.giantbomb.com/just-cause-2/61-20742/my-name-is-bolo-santosi/35-395672/">very negative reviews</a> , the citizens of lala land are not owning up. They said it's very different from their Singlish mah. How can be, er? Someone sabo (sabotage) them liddat (like that)?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Oh well. I dunno, but I believe from the countless church lectors I've heard so far, colleagues who've introduced/presented and dramatized in events...it's no joke. That's an educated Singaporean woman without the fancy British accent. Spot on!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Na-exxag daw? Weh. :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o0XOFrFOVI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o0XOFrFOVI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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