Toybox

Okay. So maybe I should’ve posted these goodies on my Gaia Journal since I got these off Gaia minishops, oui? I wanted to  but since my Gaia journal is pretty much dead I decided to put it up here instead. To kill the curiosity, I got them from minishops that Gaians (like myself) put up to sell their art (pixels, avi art/edits, profile customization, etc) to other Gaians. To pay for their art, we use Gold that we get off posting in forums, clicking on the daily raffle, commenting on profiles, voting in polls, playing games, participating in special events, trades, etc. These are mine to remind myself that I do have them. Look all you want but please don’t redistribute and/or steal. 

from Pink Sugar Cafe 

 from Bistro Zen

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Whatever You Say

Why do some people feel the need to be crude and insensitive? Will deprecating people outside their cliques give them a feeling of satisfaction?  A high fix? Community sites are supposed to bring people together, I don’t remember reading ‘breaking every social bone in another person’s body’ in the about section. Y’know, I really don’t get the point of belittling other people over petty matters. It’s. Just. Low. To think that they’re not actually saying those foul words but rather,  typing them makes the act all the more unorthodox. Are we not civilized people? Has the phrase ‘nobody’s perfect’ become too mediocre that we fail to see the whole point of why it even came to be in the first place? Do we need to step on a few broken souls to feel good about ourselves and where we stand?

Build lasting friendships. Be nice. 

These Six Minutes

There’s this new song that’s stuck in my head and I can’t seem to get it off it. It’s called "Six Minutes" by the Jonas Brothers. I first heard the song on the radio and was like, was that Haley from the Paramore band? So I looked it up online. I ended up typing most of the lyrics to the chorus in the search engine because I wasn’t sure of the title. Would you like to hear it? Hey, I’m nice.

I made this music player at MyFlashFetish.com.

A Happy Birthday to Johnson Vender who’s turning 23 today! xo♥

Too Haute to Handle

Haute Couture. Sounds very high-fashion, right? That’s because it is, silly. The theme for this year’s Garland Ceremony to happen on the 15th of March, ‘08 is French 60’s fashion. For the social elite, Chanel (or Dior, Féraud,  and Gaultier) is a household name. For us mere people, it’s like gold under the rainbow, a slab off the Atlantis ruins, or hey, pandora’s box if you catch my very heavy drift. I’m not saying I’m against the idea of French fashion for our event, it’s quite the opposite, actually. It’s just that, let’s face it: it’s impractical and it’s just wrong down to the very last bead of that very hot couture dress. To prove my point:

Haute couture (French for "high sewing" or "high dressmaking", pronounced [oːt kuˈtyʁ]) refers to the creation of exclusive custom-fitted fashions. It originally referred to Englishman Charles Frederick Worth’s work, produced in Paris in the mid-nineteenth century. In modern France, haute couture is a "protected name" that can be used only by firms that meet certain well-defined standards. However, the term is also used loosely to describe all high-fashion custom-fitted clothing, whether it is produced in Paris or in other fashion capitals such as Milan, Tokyo, New York, Rome and London. Haute couture is made to order for a specific customer, and it is usually made from high-quality, expensive fabric and sewn with extreme attention to detail and finish, often using time-consuming, hand-executed techniques.  -Wikipedia

at left:  Christian-Dior-Haute-Couture-(French, founded-1947)

Disclaimer: This post is subject to alterations due to lack of confirmation on event’s theme. 

Brothers Forever ♥

If you’ve seen the 2nd auditions episode of American Idol, you’d know him, too. But for the unfortunate few who didn’t, fear not. His popularity has yet to peak in the YouTube favorites meter but I’ve decided to have the video embedded to my blog. Cheers, mate!

So you saw the performance, you saw the performance again via YouTube, you’ve talked about the performance with friends.. what’s the next best thing to do? Make a Reynaldo Lapuz-inspired avatar on Gaia, of course! At least, that’s what one person did. Cute.

Artsy much?

My style in drawing has always been part animé, part cartoon. Today, I’ve tried my hand at something else, kind of graphic novel-ish. It’s like animè, cartoon, and human art altogether. As comic and entertaining animè is, I feel like it’s just too unreal. I guess that’s why there are art teachers out there who put the finger down on students who keep drawing animè characters in class, that they should do more real-looking figures or something. First of all, I believe how you do art is a matter of prerogative. But I get the teach’s point: you have to know firsthand and master drawing real art before changing it. Basics first, after all. And cartoon.. well, cartoon’s cartoon. I dun know, this may just as well be a phase. All I can say is, right now, this is what I feel like doing. Or it could be a case of reading too much Heroes graphic novels. I wish *so badly* I could put up the sketches I made but, again, my scanner’s busted. Oh yea, I’m working on another song, too. I think this one is special, it sounds good and the story is something a lot of girls can relate to. Again, how I wish my guitar isn’t broken. I’d love to play it on the guitar for a more dramatic feel. I haven’t come up with a title yet, I’m being patient on it’s progress.  I don’t want to mess this one up. xo.

If It Needs Saying At All

I have a deep fascination for intelligent people. I just love to listen to them talk about things I’d never, in a million years, learn from school. I have this scene in my head where I’m sitting on the rocks at the base of a cliff, the salty ocean breeze  in my hair, and the smell, *Mhm* it’s good. I’m listening to this guy talk passionately of things I never would’ve given two cents about if it  hadn’t been for him bringing them up. It’s dreamy.

See, I’m more of a listener than a talker. I’m the quiet observer abaft the room, just taking in all the buzz in the surroundings. There are a lot of things I love most about being the listener. One, it allows you to gather various information and views from both sides of the coin, so it helps you keep an open mind on things. Two, you get exclusive access into the personal views and background of the speaker, thereby knowing more about your friends beyond the physique. Three, it’s one of the most important things in being a friend.. to just be there for someone and listen to her and be a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes, we need just that instead of having someone telling you ‘I told you so’ every fifteen minutes or something.

The thing is, with `chonchon, it’s a whole ‘nother story. I’m the talker now. So much so. And I’m not exactly enthused about it. It’s just that I feel I’m almost inclined to do all the talking because if I don’t, there wouldn’t be any of that at all. And as I’m sure you know right now, an open communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Lately, Im getting more and more annoyed with the little effort he’s giving in terms of just that — communication. It doesn’t help that we don’t see each other on a daily basis as well. And when I’m talking about something to him, kind of like a conversation starter, all I get is a few ‘awws’ and ‘aahs’ and ‘hehehes’. He doesn’t seem to know how to pick up the conversation from a certain point. Do I have to send signs/signals every single time to let him know how I feel? We’ve been together for more than a year now but we still can’t seem to see each other on the same wavelength. It’s like, we know so little about each other after what seemed like our whole childhood of being together (because before this school year we used to be together almost everyday). It just gets to my nerves how I can have entertaining, heartwarming, and engaging conversations with other people (even on YM) and not with what, the only most important person in the world to me. It’s killing me.

*Sometimes I wish you’d really talk to me because when you don’t, I feel like you don’t care enough to want to try.

A Year and Four

This day marks the one year and four months that Johnson and I have been together. It’s been great. Still is.

This is from an activity we did together one lazy afternoon a couple of months ago. I have yet to put together the other half, but here goes.
 

Because I’ve Got Lots to Say

Taste Test Faux Pas

Have you seen the dashing Halle Berry lately? I have — on TV, o'course. And ooh, the baby bump's not the only one that's getting bigger, the twins (*wink*) have as well!

I used to be one of those who — looong after proclaiming their eternal hate and damnation for Britney Spears' weird and often grotesque display of behavior — you can find scrolling down webpages of Brit's latest sick news off gossip sites. Admit it, so do you!
Well, I've retired. It's addictive [however fitting beyond words] in the first 50 years but believe it or not, the addiction will stop. Yes, it will. However we wrongly put things though, we will never look at pop stars — and parenting for this matter — the same way ever again much thanks to good ol' Brit-Brit.
Speaking of gossip sites, check out PerezHilton.com! It's my current fave. But my all-time favorite source for celebrity goop will always and forever be HollywoodRag.com of which my cousin, Achie Angela, introduced to me late last year. Or early of this one. I can't tell anymore.
Oh, speaking of gossippppp.. late last night I watched the first four eps of Gossip Girl (credits to my beau, Chonchon!) and even if I may think the casting agent was whoop-ey the day he/she/he-she decided to give Blake Lively the role of Serena Van der Woodsen and those two freaks of an actress, Blair's sidelines, and even if I may think they should have gotten a prettier Serena for the show, I still think this new series is rad! No, really. Did you know that I cried that part when B read to S the unsent letter she wrote when B went to a boarding school in Connecticut without a note? Ha! I am so looking forward to the next eps.

Finally, they arre herre! You know, the lyrics I blogged about a few entries ago? (No, I think it was the latest one. What-ev)

The Scene Right Now

  I was meaning to put up the lyrics I made over the past few days but I keep forgetting. Titles include "Feel Alright", "Lab Partner" (Ha! I know!), and others — I forgot. No, seriously. Y'know what I'm worried about is? I've never tried any of my songs wit' a musical instrument (my guitar's all messed up, btw) and nobody has EVER heard any of the songs I've written. I'm thinking people won't like them based on just the lyrics. I mean, it's one thing to read the lyrics and actually hear how they're supposed to sound.

  On a lighter note, my beau and I have been together for 1 year, 1 month, and 1 day TOday. Yay! Also, this is the time of the year when all the best TV shows are coming up wit' their latest seasons. We're all googley-eyes on House, Prisonbreak, Avatar, and Heroes. I've been told that the popular series Gossip Girl has been made into a TV series. Chonchon's working on DL-ing the series. Hurrah!

Ooh. Our school owe us one week of sem break. Dun ask me why.

L is for Loser

                     I was supposed to be working on my blog's new layout using these crazy, complex frames but being the slothful piece of 'tard that I was, I didn't. I did however manage to refine my old photos, including the one shown ^here. It's amazing how eventful the past months have been and looking at all these [pictures], I can't help but smile. Recently, I was browsing through a high school friend's picture album online and I've seen some with our HS classmates visiting our old classroom. I swear I had to bit back my lip just to keep myself from tearing up. I remember being so afraid of growing up and getting into college way back in my junior year. Everyone was like, "Oh, I'm going to this school and I'm taking up this course" and I would slowly excuse myself out of there. I was never one for the whole college and maturity issues. I'm not saying my future was undecided at the time or that I was absurdly immature. I guess when you have dreams of your own and your father sort of steps all over each and every single one of them that's kind of how you feel.. which is vague, really. I am in my junior year in college now and to this point, I still get up every single morning and, quite honestly, don't know what I'm doing all of these for. It's a physical, mental, and emotional struggle every time to just get it together and do what it is that I do.

                  Passion runs in my gene. In my mother's line, I am proud to say we have it in the skills. We love the arts. My Tito in Japan is in interior designing, my cuzzin who's a dentist is great with making models, my ahia is amazing with electronics and computers, I have fab-dancing cuzzins, and a majority of us can draw very well. I suppose with my father's side, it's all about academics. See, my point is that if a person is passionate about what it is he/she is doing then he/she is most likely to succeed. That's not news to you. In my case, my fields of interest are vast and varied but unfortunately, nursing isn't one of them. I know I'm not the only one forced to this. In fact, this is flat out mediocre in this country. Still, I can't help feeling this way. I am constantly in an emotional low and having very low self-esteem isn't much help either. It's sad, really. My friends have asked me questions like: "If you had a choice, what would you have wanted?" It's not a genius-level question but this is exactly the kind of question I'll fall short of answers with. 'What is it that I really want?' To be honest, I don't know. I'm into drawing, and I suppose it's not too shabby when I get a few compliments every now and then. But I'm no Leonardo. I'm into web designing but to this day I still haven't mastered all there is to it. I love fashion, make up, and DIY projects but these call for bucks these days and I'd rather see my funds spent on other, more important things. I used to play computer games a lot, but not having any iNet connection at home like we used to is kind of a bum. I compose songs and I'm pretty sure they not half-assed but I'm no Avril and thing is, you have to sing your own songs for them to get noticed. I started writing stories (series) in the middle of the third grade. Thanks to my friends' incessant encouragement and heart-warming feedback, the writing continued further into my high school years. To note, a few HS batch mates even said it was I who inspired them to write as well. I only stopped scribbling down teen dramas in my senior year, as it was my busiest, what with the graduation and running the school paper as EIC and all. Unfortunately, the writing never moved on from there. I used to play the guitar and keyboard but seeing as my guitar's broken and I really dun have an organ instrument here in Cebu, I can't play anymore — as if I was ever good at them anyway. I'm also into verbal communications.. you know, talking in front of crowds-whatever? Since as far back as I could remember, I'd shut myself in an empty room, grab a 'pretend' mic and do 'interviews' and 'hosting' and all. I even came up wit' a 'broadcasting station' aptly titled TeenTV complete wit' shows like Girlfriends, Makeover Machine, BreakUp Girl, Gem's Haven, Par-tay!, Kids Point TV, etc.. I swear I've had it going since way back when (6th grade??). It's helped me a lot, especially when we have to 'brainstorm' ideas for plays and stuff. One time we had to do a commercial and we weren't given much time to prep up so I used one of my all time favorite made-up skit about the Borger's Burgers' Really Cool Awesome Fantastic 15-minute Microwave Burgers (I changed names, BTW). Ha! Brainstorming, my *behind*! The bad part: the lack of self-confidence and self-esteem kinds of gets in the way and blows everything. I like foreign languages especially French, Japanese, Spanish, and Chinese (Mandarin). Two years ago, I enrolled at a free French Lessons site on the web. On a sad note, the time it takes to learn these languages is a luxury I cannot afford. I love watching cooking shows on TV. I'm 19 now and the only cooking I ever do is the one you do for instant noodles, instant pancit canton, reheating, and rice (rice cooker). Hey, I'm not exactly proud of it! I looove monkey and deviruchi merchandise BTW. Wala lang, insert. Heeh!

Ahh.. the list goes on but I take it you catch my drift, neh? Ehmahgawd, I am such a loser!

Oh My Gaia II

This is what my avatar at www.GaiaOnline.com looks like right now.

Magsugod Na Ang Klase!

A lot has happened over the week but everything should be okay now. Aya and I are friends again, Daddy said sorry, my closest and dearest relatives [more like family, really] have pitched in to help us wit' stuff.. I hafta say, things are looking up. 

I miss my kid sister, though. Now, Lovely and Ta M-ann are back in Bacolod City. It's been weird not having them around anymore. I mean, the long days of the summer had pretty much gotten us closer so it was hard to part wit' them just like that.. 

School starts in a couple of days and I'm not quite ready for it yet. I'm still behind on the advanced notes thing and I've no conceptual framework! I mean, ehmahgawd! I forgot to copy the friggin' framework off the bulletin board! I'm soo pissed at meself.. hmp!

And This Is How It Feels..

Introducing: Kai Doll 2007

done wit’ MS Paint

Kai and I met online in pRagnarok Online in 2004. We were never really the cutesy, girly, frilly kind of friends but we’re really tight nonetheless. And needless to say, we’ve been great friends ever since. Sankyu, brouha! >=)

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SISTER ACT

My kid sister, Lovely, is soo adorable. Lately, she’s been having this weird fascination wit’ the word ‘perfect’ and she uses it a lot in practically any situation/conversation. *I’m silently amused*

My First Emo Song.

On the Sly
-MEki

And that was that
so much for your eagerness
I could've sworn if not for your meagerness
(And) your name is soiled and your arms are folded
you teeter here and merely sober
Are you afraid? You sit here, staring.
Are you austere? I think not (no), I think no.

Well has it gone the way you planned it?
(Are you running out of stories to tell?)
Well it was nice to see you try.
Are things going the way you hoped for?
I could see that move was sly
A cunning smile that seeps through
A daunting glance to bring you down.

I dared to glance
You're on the dance floor
I should've known he's what you're here for.
(And) Your dress is torn and your heel, it's broken.
You teeter here and merely sober.
Are you afraid? You sit here, staring.
Are you austere? I think not (no), I think no.

Blog Girl

May 6, 2007
Drawing done using MS Paint.
Special effs on eyes, shadow and flushed cheeks done using Adobe Photoshop.
Figure inspired by Pangya.
Eyes inspired by Cornelia Hale.

Parched. Pshaw!

Imagine this: the one person who’s supposed to be the ONLY one you have left in the world is the same person who despises the day you were born, everything you do, and oh, YOU.
He also happens to be the same person who gives you occasional bruises, ‘tarded antics, somber days.. He’s raucous and daunts everything you do or say — even if it’s something you’re really good at, or so other people say.
He also swears a lot and thinks its his opinion that really matters so you should just really shut up and be like, all ears to him. Plus, he’s an atheist.
He, who thinks he’s the best at whatever it is that he does, doesn’t give a damn about anything else — unless of course it gives him a little something-something extra in return.
He also threatens to hit you when you try to outright him. He’d go all wild and beastly just because you asked him a sticky question that had, quite easily, bruised his ego.
And those are just a few of his otherwise quiet, austere life.
Oh, you tried to make things work so you don’t level with his arrogance. Did it  work? Never have. Never will.
So why keep trying to make someone like you when the person obviously [and quite frankly] hates you?

May 8, 2007 - It’s been a long, arduous day in a student nurse’s life. And now this.
Like, dude, I know I’ve been forgetting to put the tube back in the counter on more than a few occasions the past two weeks now but how does that match up to me cleaning the toilet seat after you — the whole pee-all-over-the-toilet-AND-seat scenario?!

Back to 2D, baby!

While the rest of the Gaming World is high on 3D, I'm dawdling my time wit' something we've all been very familiar wit'. The reason is sentimental. Summer used to be the only time I get to come home to Cebu. Ahia had games on his PC and he had a gaming console as well. I loved playing Harvest Moon. I dun know why but games wit' routine work [in this case, farming routine] interest me. I never got around to the 3rd season in the game because it was back to Oroquieta City for me before summer vaca was even over. Sad. Recently, though, the game was installed in the desktop in my room in GBA format. Yay!

Ohana Blues

Until about seven years ago I was Daddy's little girl and he was Superman personified. He was the only man in my life and everything was okay. He knew everything about me. When I was little, he’d give me Barbie dolls and Snoopy merchandise as pasalubong every time he’d come home to Cebu. He knew how much I loved those. He knew all my deepest, darkest secrets and I’d come to him to seek advice. He knew I wrote songs so when I was in fifth grade, he hired an organ instructor for my brother and I.

5 things NOT to look forward to after college:
5. 0 funds.
4-1. Well, really. I don’t want to grow up, so why would I look forward to life after college?