Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Filipino Inmates Know How To Bust...a Move

This was taken during an inmate practice session at the Cebu Provincial Detention & Rehabilitation Center not too long ago. The video has been posted in countless of local sites. It's more of a movement than a viral post now. Just shows that Filipinos do make the most out of everything -- even in the oddest of odd situations. Check it out.


Monday, July 30, 2007

Manic Monday: Miss


Let's just hope no one is actually standing on the other side of that wall...

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 7

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Traditional :: barong & saya (costumes of the Philippines)
  2. Popeye :: spinach
  3. Gin :: traitor
  4. Harsh :: brutal truth
  5. Topless :: beach
  6. The thing :: Addams Family
  7. Defiant :: me sometimes
  8. Huge :: ego
  9. Food :: source of comfort and nourishment
  10. Lenny :: Of Mice and Men

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Here's Mine...

40% General American English

35% Yankee

15% Dixie

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Normalsin: When You Feel Generally Pretty OK

I thought I'd distract myself from all the drama with a doze of Normalsin. Apparently, it takes away the "OK" feeling and makes it just a little bit better. Check it out:


Normalsin: For When You Feel Generally Pretty OK

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 6

It's been a few days since I posted anything. For those of you who missed my last post, my grandfather recently passed away (thank you all for your kind emails and messages of sympathy). Interment was yesterday and it's still pretty fresh in my mind (and heart). I can't bear to lose anybody that close to me again. Of course, it can't be helped; such is life. But we live, and we learn to live without the things that mean a lot to us. This is a time for grieving for me and my family, but I am also at peace with the thought of my grandfather feeling absolutely no more pain.

To kick off my return, I thought I'd do an Unconscious Muttering post. Here it goes...

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?
  1. Deputy :: the dog
  2. Name :: Rafael
  3. Arrested :: Paris Hilton
  4. Trade :: Barter system
  5. Old :: soul
  6. Fingerprint :: identification
  7. Dwarf :: Gimley
  8. Newspaper :: obituaries
  9. Gabriel :: angel
  10. Certificate :: death

Saturday, July 21, 2007

In His Time of Passing

My grandfather Rafael S. Soriano peacefully joined our Creator at the age of 77 on the 7th month of '07.


His children, children-in-law Rellie, May, Ed & Fely, Fritzie & Greg; grandchildren Frizzy, G-3, Gail, Kristel, JJ & Recs; sister Anita and brother Peddie request relatives and friends to join them in prayers for his eternal happiness in heaven. His remains lie in state at Chapel D of the La Funenaria Paz in Quezon City.

I'll be making wake and interment arrangements, so I won't be posting in the next couple of days. Until then...


Thursday, July 19, 2007

Rafael the Lionhearted

Once upon a time, there was a young princess who was spoiled rotten by her grandparents. They showered her with presents, bowed to her every whim, sent her to the best school, gave her candy when the king and queen were away...and let her go to bed without brushing. They even let her sleep in that stuffy plastic firehouse tent whenever she wanted -- her parents could only shake their heads at the monstrous brat they bore into this world.

Just as she was having the best life ever, her grandmother fell seriously ill and passed away soon thereafter. It was cancer, the grown ups said. Since then the disease was right on top of her sh*tlist. The little brat lost one of her bestest friends so she vowed never to lose her grandfather, too.


Twenty two long years have past. The princess looked at her reflection and realized she wasn't so young anymore. Nor was she royalty in any way. With her crown stripped away and her toys buried in dust, she realized that it was time to be the grown up. It was time to learn how to let go...


This is for my ailing grandfather...may he find peace and feel no more pain.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Organ Donation: Help Someone Live

I've been a regular blood donor since my grandfather was diagnosed with chronic renal failure three years ago. The fact is, if relatives and friends didn't donate their blood, the blood bank would be left with no supply at all and the sick will never receive the blood they need to get better.

I've always encouraged people to donate blood whenever they can. The act does not only save lives, but it also replenishes your own supply by making more healthy blood cells in your body. What's troubling me though is that it's been very hard convincing others to do it -- what more if it involved even greater sacrifice and selflessness...

BlogCatalog initiated a worldwide campaign and asked its members to write about organ donation awareness today. I usually have Wordless Wednesdays posts on this day, but I knew I just had to participate in this worthy cause. Organ donation is simply the most compassionate and altruistic human act. No matter what we do or who we are in the grand scheme of things, we actually have the power to save lives. Here's what you can do to support humanity:

1. Let your family and friends know that you intend to donate your organs in your time of passing. Before you register with your local hospital or health care provider, it is important that you inform the people closest to you so they may very well carry out your wishes.

2. Donating blood, bone, bone marrow, and other vital organs is more than possible while you are still living. Don't wait until your last breath to help strangers and ailing loved ones with organ donation. Blood, for example, is the easiest part of you that you can share with the rest of humanity. Countless patients need transfusions every single day and your blood can actually save a lot of lives if you donate regularly.

3. Get an organ donor card and "help someone to live after death." It signifies your willingness to give something that cannot be quantified by any amount of money in the world. Carefully fill out a donor card and keep it on your person at all times (i.e. inside your wallet or organizer). This doesn't mean you won't get resuscitated; it only serves as a consent from you and your family once brain death has been called by medical personnel.

Regardless of race, age, or social status,
we are all made of the same stuff.

I encourage you to read the Organ Donation FAQ by the Human Organization Preservation Effort of the Philippines or H.O.P.E. to get more information about this urgent plight. You might also want to go over the amended Organ Donation Act of the Philippines to know your rights as the donor and/or the organ recipient.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Sandman Chronicles Part Trois

Third and Final Night. . .

I was standing on our front porch, and some relatives have come to stay for the night. There were no beds left inside the house so they slept on a thin mattress on the porch. My grandmother was warning them the whole time, to sleep a deep sleep, and not to mind the noises that will come. I just stood there, wanted them to sleep indoors but I knew they couldn't. I also knew the vampires were coming (the same beings from my first two dreams. Including the mysterious man). And they did.

They got to my relatives, they were gone with them in a blink of an eye. I lock up the doors and I find myself alone in my house. Watching every door, every window, every shadow. They were coming to get me, too, I felt it. And I saw them wandering in the streets, looking through the glass walls of my house. And I was certain my dream-minutes were counted.

Then I was back in my bedroom, which doesn't look anything like my real bedroom, but I knew in my dream it was mine. It was the same room I was in the last time I had seen the mysterious man. And then he was there with me again. Saving me from the world like he always does. This time I could see, touch, taste his face. Channing Tatum (bald, toned, delicious as ever) in nothing but the odd-looking armor that covered him from the waist down to his thighs. The armor looked like metal but felt like silk in my hands. Same piercing eyes. Same ambiguous voice. But I felt him like he was really there. We spooned and the chaos that surrounded us just melted away. It's like we were there despite what the world had intended. We lay there silent. I dozed off in his arms. And then I wake.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Manic Monday: Marble

These marbles are actually tiny Earth-globes made from 100% recycled glass. What better way to celebrate today's Manic Monday theme than with environmentally friendly marbles. Which reminds me...

Stop global warming already!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 5

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Situation :: emergency
  2. Theme song :: Eye of the Tiger
  3. Kelly :: Slater
  4. Club :: Breakfast
  5. Swerve :: ticket
  6. Couch :: potato
  7. Bigfoot :: so not a myth
  8. Arbitrary :: constant (I hate math)
  9. Inventor :: my great uncle Elpidio
  10. Blazer :: brocade

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Pieces Of Me: The Awesome World of Mosaics

I just saw John Chow's food mosaic and I thought I'd come up with something of my own. At first I thought only professionals could do this, or that I have to pay to acquire a mosaic software. Good to know that these things don't cost a cent. The least I could do is give them props on my blog.

This first mosaic is something I created with the Image Mosaic Generator. The pros: well, it's web-based so you don't have to download anything. The cons: the tiled pictures all come from Flickr so you have absolutely no control over what photos will be used for your matrix. I think it's still pretty neat anyway. Here's the before and after:



The next mosaic is created with AndreaMosaic (the same software used for John Chow's food extravaganza). The pros: completely customized to your liking -- from the size to the actual photos used. The cons: well, it's not really a big deal, but the only downside I can see is the degree of difficulty. You download the software, which doesn't take a long time anyway. There are lots of buttons to click, parameters to set (although there are suggested parameters so better to stick with them if you're afraid to experiment). Other than that, I think it's pretty sweet actually. It does take a while for the program to analyze and create the mosaic, but the final product is definitely gift-worthy, know what I mean? Check out my family at the beach:



Do click on the mosaics to get a better view of the tiles.

Obviously, I need to study the software more so I get really good quality mosaics (another con: it's got a great PDF beginner's manual, just lacks some info is all), but all in all I'm quite satisfied with the mosaic pictures I made. I'll definitely be making more; it's addicting!

Friday, July 13, 2007

Sandman Chronicles Part Deux

The Second Night...

I was in the middle of dinner (it could've been lunch but the drapes were down and it looked like there wasn't much light creeping through. That, and I was far too pretty for noon). I was seated at the end of a long table, and the mysterious man was seated across me. I was eating and I'd look up from time to time just to see if he was still there. Every time I did, he was. Just looking back at me. He wasn't smiling but he seemed content.

I wasn't even done with my food yet when he asked me to go with him. It was the first time I heard his voice. It sounded vaguely familiar. Maybe because his voice was deep and thoughtful, just like every other knight, prince and hero I've heard speak. We walked through a wide hallway adorned with pictures of people but again, I couldn't tell who. And somewhere in the middle, on one side of the wall was a mirror that didn't end. I looked at our reflection and things didn't seem to be unusual. I was there, he was there. But before I knew it, we were back in "his realm." A place where I clearly didn't belong. The other side of the world that had winged servants and goblets and armors. It wasn't the same football field from my first dream but I was pretty sure it was just around the corner from where I was standing.

I was in the middle of a vined garden with the well, and the purple sky, and the works. The man was still there with me, holding my hand. He undressed me with his eyes. Normally, I'd be fazed in a situation where I'd take my clothes off in front of someone. But with him, it's like he's seen me naked before and I didn't mind. I won't go into much detail but let's just say we did it. I had sex in my dream. There. Shame on me.

So anyway, after THAT, he disappeared (wham bam thank you ma'am, or so I thought). I was left alone but I had all my clothes on again without remembering putting them back on. Out of nowhere, a darker presence enveloped me. Like I was drowning in air. And I felt someone. He or she was trying to rid me of life. And I gasped. I tried to break away. Until I found myself in a room with an enormous creepy-looking chair. It looked like a throne but I couldn't be too sure. A man and a woman who looked regal yet villainous stood there and threatened to bring me more pain. Somehow I knew that these were my mysterious man's parents. How did I know? Well, how did I end up having sex with a hot bod in my dream?? There can never be answers, only questions at this point.

Just when I feel like I'm taking my last breath, the mysterious man appears and the room takes on a different light. The other figures begin to fade away, against their will, until it was just him and me again. We were in my bedroom. I was standing on one side of the bed, still gasping from fear. He was standing on the other. Distant, but inviting. And then I wake. Crap.

Have a safe Friday the 13th, everyone!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix (7/10)

Starring: Mainstays Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Gary Oldman, Maggie Smith, Jason Isaacs, Robbie Coltrane, Alan Rickman, Emma Thompson, Ray Fiennes, Katie Leung, and Michael Gambon. With new characters played by Imelda Staunton, fellow Irish gal Evanna Lynch (indulge me, if you will), and Helena Bonham Carter. Quite a big cast, you see.

Note-worthy Acting: Radcliffe has certainly matured in his acting. Staunton who played Dolores Umbridge gave pink a whole new meaning -- terrifyingly bubbly.

In A Nutshell: All you Harry Potter fans should know what book 5 is all about. The bonds of friendship, the power of choice, and finding goodness and courage in one's self in the midst of adversity -- pretty much similar themes in all of the Harry Potter books actually. While Hogwarts is slowly turning into Azkaban Teen Edition, Harry and the new generation of the order learn how to defend themselves from the infamous Voldemort and his legion of Death Eaters. Harry would sometimes act on his rage, causing him to think that he and Voldemort may not be so different from each other after all. Some villains get what they deserve while the good guy/s learn the meaning of sacrifice.

Saw it yesterday, first thing when the cinema opened. The movie was 2.5 hours long, which totally lived up to tradition. I don't know, I just wasn't that...satisfied. I waited all this time, saw every trailer released, but even after seeing the movie it feels like it was missing something. Maybe it was the disturbing Frodo-esque trances Harry experienced all through out the movie. Every time I was like "come on, get over it already." The boy was damaged and he had every reason to act the way he did. I was just expecting a little more, I guess.

My brother's going to kill me for saying this -- him being a supah fan and all -- but I give it a 7/10, which isn't so bad, right? I have to say that I still like the first four installments better. That doesn't mean this one isn't worth every quid, as the Brits call it (it's peso for us Filipinos, but who cares about currency at a time like this). It is mildly entertaining; I'm pretty sure hardcore Harry Potter fanatics would love it anyway.

Oh, and a shout out to my man -- Happy Monthesaurus, Babe!


Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Frizzy Gets Fired!

I know it's only Tuesday, but I really can't wait for it to be the weekend already. Fire up the cannon and see how many points you can get. It's a good way to release that premature tension building in your neck there...and you get to see me fall on my ass a few times, which can be very entertaining I hear. Oh, and a big thanks to TechCrunch and MyGame for this.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Manic Monday: Seven

In this picture, you can see seven heads in the sea (i.e. my friends) and the wrath of Poseidon just behind us there. We were using an underwater camera -- obviously, the first one ever made, with that kind of quality?!@#%^ geez. We would've taken actual underwater shots, but seeing the sea god was really pissed at us (at me, most of all), we decided not to waste any of the film. Despite the storm a-brewing, my friends and I still had a great time that week.

For those of you who are looking for the perfect tropical getaway, Boracay Island is worth the trip. I'm pretty sure none of you are on Neptune's shitlist, so you'll be fine.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings 4

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Happen :: chance
  2. Terribly :: regrets
  3. History :: The Philippines was a Spanish colony for 300 years
  4. Master :: Yoda
  5. Petrified :: evil spell
  6. Moan :: gasp
  7. Attack :: panic
  8. Picture :: preservation
  9. Students :: nostalgia
  10. Potter :: Harry, of course

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Sandman Chronicles Part Un

I've never been good at remembering my dreams. Its one of my biggest frustrations. Actually, I do remember them but after thinking that I do, it's as good as gone. What can I say, life's a tease.

For some reason though, I remember three of them very well. They came to me around this time last year. And they're all connected somehow. Same characters, same eerie vibe, same underlying conflict.

This is going to be a series of nocturnal encounters (the title might have given it away). So without further ado, I share with you the First Night...

I was in the middle of what looked like a [American] football field. But there was no game. There were people standing around, talking to each other, with goblets in their hands, flimsy dresses on the girls, blown in every direction by the soft wind, and odd-looking armor for the boys, dressed to the nines instead of war. And then the scenery changes.

I'm in my house. My house before it was renovated in '97. Spacious front lawn, a garden that blossomed, tiki torches that lit the green night. I wasn't alone but I couldn't see the faces of the people who were with me. It felt like I knew them, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. All of a sudden, a couple of women (ones that looked like the girls from the football field soiree) float in from the other side of the wall. Amidst the others in the field they were ordinary. But just the two of them -- they were breathtakingly stunning. They were almost hostile, like I did something that pissed the hell out of them. For the first time in the dream, I looked lost. Until a man (with much less froufrou) appeared as if he was standing there forever but chose not to show himself until that very moment. He was beyond stunning. Masculine yet delicate. Much worthy of enamoring worship. His presence seemed to disrupt the rancor. And he looks at me with such tender eyes as if telling me to let go of my confusion. And then I wake.


Friday, July 6, 2007

Painful Grammar 2

I took this during a crazy road trip to Baguio. We were done shopping for the day and we just couldn't decide where to eat for dinner that night. We ended up at this chicken place that serves really delicious food. The only terrible thing about this restaurant was this picture. It may be a little hard to decipher, since it's an illuminated sign and all, but in case you couldn't make it out, it reads "MORE SEATS UPSTAIR."

upstairSSSSSS!!!


Thursday, July 5, 2007

The iPhone: Special Phone For Special People

"Bring your A.D.D. everywhere!" -- haha probably the best tag line ever. Check it out...



Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Goodbye Kiss (for the nth time)

As some of you may already know, I quit my diet coke addiction last month. It was my late grandmother's birthday and I kinda made a toast in her honor. It was supposed to be the last can of soda I would drink for a very long time at least.

What most of you don't know is that I've kicked this habit like a bajillion times since I allegedly quit. It hasn't even been two months and I gave in. My grandmother must be laughing her @ss off at me right now. I know, I know, I'm weak! I couldn't resist! I missed the carbonated water, the thirst-quenching flavor, the empty calories, the comfort of having a can/bottle at my disposal.

I'm happy to announce, however, that today I had my last bottle of diet coke and I won't be drinking it anytime soon. I just need to clean my system, kick the habit, and maybe, just maybe, I could reward myself with a can sometime in the future. Quitting smoking was easier, I tell you; that was a walk in the park compared to this one.

Diet coke, old friend, I'm certainly going to miss you. Until we meet again (not this weekend, I hope)...

Monday, July 2, 2007

Manic Monday: Independence

Philippine Independence Day is traditionally celebrated on the 12th of June, but some still believe that it should be on the 4th of July (totally unrelated to America's own declaration of independence from the French, although the comparisons are extremely eerie nonetheless). You might want to check out my previous posts on Philippine Independence. You know, catch up on a little [of our] history. And to our beloved ex-conquistadors, Happy Independence Day, y'all!

This is certainly turning out to be a very patriotic week for some...

Sunday, July 1, 2007

I heard it was Canada Day...

This is a shout out to my friends and relatives in Canada! This one's for you...



Unconscious Mutterings 3

I posted two of these today because I realized I didn't want to be a week late. Everyone's talking about the new words and here I am lingering -- how terribly sad. Alrighty then, here it goes again:

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Partner :: loyalty, trust, and love
  2. News :: CNN
  3. Foam :: soap suds
  4. Paycheck :: in two more days
  5. Me :: tough cookie
  6. Eight :: infinity
  7. Dairy :: soy
  8. Exciting :: travel and shopping
  9. Hockey :: Gretzky
  10. Socialite :: sociopath

Unconscious Mutterings 2

LunaNina says ... and I think ... ?

  1. Compulsion :: credit card
  2. Spiritual :: Zen
  3. Spray :: perfume
  4. Compatibility :: Angelo
  5. Pursuit :: Of Happyness
  6. Fake :: plastic surgery
  7. Mobile :: I got a new phone!
  8. Ceremony :: solemn
  9. Ribbons :: presents
  10. Mozart :: symphony