tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59465148864614336432024-03-05T18:37:21.691+08:00KEI GABUTEROSleep-deprived since 1983.Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-56185839528009761232017-09-18T19:47:00.000+08:002017-09-18T19:47:07.035+08:00A Lot Can Happen In A YearWell, more than a year.<br />
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I don't think I can write about what's been happening the past year even if I wanted to. Let's just say 2016 ended pretty stressful, then this year started out okay, and then things kind of went downhill. And then it became okay again. Just like it always does in life.<br />
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It's September. I have not heard a peep of Christmas in Our Hearts or All I Want for Christmas Is You anywhere. I've been taking MA Psych in Southville for a year (yesterday was the anniversary haha), and I'm glad I'm still alive with good grades. But yeah, Advanced Statistics is huhubels. After this, I will be doing practicum already, plus compre. OMAYGAD, SAVE ME.<br />
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But before you think I am drowning, I'm not. Not anymore, anyway. I'd like to think I'm in this state of...chillness, for lack of a better term. Yes, I am chill despite the workload. Sure, I bitch about how difficult things are sometimes (STAT MAYGAD) but I think I'm stressing about things that are worth stressing over. And there's always that ray of sunshine, in the form of friends, friends' babies, or leche flan.<br />
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And I am suddenly out of words. Should I promise to blog more often? Maybe not. But I might drop by from time to time.<br />
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I'm just gonna leave this really long quote from Meryl Streep right here.<br />
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<i>“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”</i><br />
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And I think this quote applies to students too. It's a challenge for us teachers to make the subject fun, but when we do succeed, the kids start to love it. And when they love it, the become more eager and driven, and they go at it no matter how challenging or stressful things get. And I think that's when they start learning.</div>
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This past week, I saw my students have fun. They had a hard time, sure, particularly the Exhibit class with all the snags and delays, but they were driven and excited. There's something about seeing your students excited about a project. Nakakatuwa, nakakainspire. I may just do this poreber. :))</div>
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Why? Two reasons - they create beautiful music that hits me right in the feels (as they say nowadays), and they are the reason I have Kaze. I am so happy they're back. But even with their new songs and new sound, this one is still my favorite.<br />
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They recently performed an acoustic version of this song in one of their recent London gigs.<br />
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I am falling in love all over again. Just in time for February. :))Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-65967497875206642022016-02-02T02:32:00.004+08:002016-02-02T02:32:58.179+08:00SleepThis is probably my 4th attempt in actually starting this post. Fell asleep the first three. LOL.<br />
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So I'm feeling a whole lot better than yesterday. Still in a weird funk and this time, It comes with shortness of breath. I think I'm having an attack. Hmm, maybe it's the meds that's making me so lethargic and sleepy.<br />
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I have this friend who owns a <a href="https://blueplates.wordpress.com/2015/11/15/cholate-bf-resort-village/" target="_blank">chocolate cafe</a>, and she and her sister would always ask me first if I'd gotten any sleep whenever I try to order anything that has coffee. It's funny and cute and sweet in a way that these people are concerned with my sleeping patterns. So if ever you two come across this blog and this post, it's two in the morning and I'm just finishing this one up and I promise to go to bed as soon as this is published. :D (Nagreport. Haha.)<br />
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I have always been nocturnal. Concentration and focus comes so easily when everyone is asleep and the only thing I can hear would be the tapping of the keyboard, or the clicking of the mouse (or the squeaking of an actual mouse, but that's a story for next time), or music, or my voice inside my head. I tend to be more productive and creative. Sometimes, even after being awake for three days (with maybe one or two hours of power naps and copious amounts of caffeine in my system), I can still feel like I can take over the world at night.<br />
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But when I crash, I crash badly. Now I'm sick. I can't complain, though. Ginusto ko to. LOL.<br />
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The good thing about having a fucked-up body clock is that I rarely get to dream. It's been a while since I had a dream I can actually remember, and having no dreams can at least lessen my confusion/frustration/tendency to over think.<br />
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And I should stop before I start rambling again. LOL.Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-91353258027539711622016-02-01T04:45:00.001+08:002016-02-01T04:45:18.925+08:00Stress DrilonI mentioned to a friend earlier today that I think I am destined to be stressed forever. Just when I thought things were starting to pick up, something throws a wrench in the works and I go back to being a huge mess. <div>
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Just to give you an insight as to why I'm posting emo shit like this, something happened today that basically inconvenience some members of my family and I can't help but think/feel that it's my fault and it's eating me. Yes, it's vague, but I do not want to go into details. Pa-mysterious, ganern. Or not.</div>
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Work, food and friends managed to distract me but my thoughts keep drifting back and I feel detached from everything. Which makes me feel worse than I already do.</div>
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Feelings like these make me wish I'm a potato. So I can just potate and not write stuff like this at 5am.</div>
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I shouldn't have had that cup of coffee (Kopiko Blanca. Effective, in fairness).</div>
Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-57861751639318496682016-01-31T01:41:00.002+08:002016-02-02T02:33:11.792+08:00WordsI really don't know where to begin.<br />
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Hello, blog. It's been a while.<br />
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Okay, that was pathetic.<br />
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I miss those days when I had words. When I didn't care what I wrote, as long as I wrote. No apprehensions, no fear. Just me, my brain, and my fingers dancing over the keyboard.<br />
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Yep. I miss that.<br />
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I don't remember when I stopped. I used to be able to just write about my day, no matter how happy, crappy or weird it was. Now I can't even use up 140 characters.<br />
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Maybe it's because of micro-blogging. Or maybe I'm just tired of all the bullshit that words escape me.<br />
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Inhale. Exhale. I'm going to bed. Maybe the words will come back tomorrow.<br />
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Last week, I got invited to a food-tasting event in BF Homes by Ruth, one of my blogger friends who referred me to Albert Saspa since she couldn’t make it. I said yes (not gonna pass up a chance to discover a new restaurant. And eat. LOL), but when I found out it was going to be at Swiss Deli, my excitement shot through the roof.</div>
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My sisters and I have become regulars of The Swiss Deli Restaurant ever since it opened last October 08, 2013. Owned by chef Jeffry Lua, this restaurant offers authentic European cuisine (using tried and tested family recipes), a wide selection of sausages and meats (fresh from their own factories in Davao), German beer, cheeses, fast and friendly service, a family-friendly ambiance, and huge servings at very affordable prices – basically, a gastronomic Disneyland for me and my family.</div>
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I was channel surfing this afternoon and saw "Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit" showing on Fox Family Movies. Nene versions of Lauryn Hill and Jennifer Love Hewitt, Whoopi Goldberg's gubat hair, the songs, the 90's fashion - it's all so nostalgic and fun to watch. Plus with everything that's been going on, I thought it'd be a good title for this post.<br />
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Yes, I'm back. I am going to try and post whatever I can, whenever I can, just so I can get back into the writing groove. I miss those days when I can just write about anything.<br />
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Aside from writing, I have also decided to add more cardio in my life (especially with the holidays coming up). Starting today, I'm going to ride our rusty-but-still-functioning stationary bike for 30 minutes everyday while watching one episode of one of my favorite shows. Right now, it's Masterchef Australia season 6. Talk about being motivated. Lol.<br />
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And that's it. Later, I will be attending a food tasting event and a gig in BF. It's gonna be the start of an interesting week.Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-73619160605502999602013-08-20T17:10:00.000+08:002013-08-20T17:10:31.248+08:00When It Rains...It's been raining non-stop for the past three days with what feels like no end in sight. I honestly thought it was going to get better when I stepped out earlier to have my car fixed (busted speedometer, but that's another story to tell) because, for the first time in days, I actually saw the sky. But as soon as I got home...<br />
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It's raining again. I can hear gusts of wind this time. I find this scarier. And I can only imagine what it's like for those people who live on the streets, without any place to take shelter from the torrential rain and flooding. If only I had superpowers. :(<br />
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This is worse than Ondoy. I think what made Ondoy disastrous was the fact that it took us by surprise. Nobody thought that it could cause so much damage. Four years later, it's like nothing has changed even after so much preparation. We live in a tropical country and we know since the beginning of time that we experience this kind of weather every single year. You'd think it'd be fixed by now, especially after Ondoy, but looking at the news footage and the pictures, we know otherwise.<br />
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So san napunta yung kinakaltas na tax sa sweldo ko buwan-buwan? Sa bathtub ni Napoles?<br />
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Hay. I can complain about corruption all I want, but it's not gonna make the rain stop. I'll just focus on something else, like making sure my family, friends, and students are okay.<br />
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Stay safe and dry, everyone! Stay indoors, stock up on supplies, and charge your phones. This could be another long, sleepless night.<br />
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My parents are back. And what do they bring with them? THIS.</div>
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My mom's Ginataang Alimango, one of my favorite dishes ever. That sweet crab meat infused with coconut milk and semi-pureed squash and string beans is just heaveeeeeeeeen. I think I stayed at the dinner table for more than an hour. :))</div>
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Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-79852606252939173032013-04-15T23:41:00.000+08:002013-04-16T12:55:30.816+08:00A Game of Thrones: MusingsI just finished re-reading the last few chapters of George R.R. Martin's "A Game of Thrones." Back when I declared this book as "read" over at my Goodreads account, I must confess that I just skimmed through the last parts because I figured I wouldn't miss much since I watched the series. I have never been so wrong. :))<br />
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I was absolutely amazed by how much imagery the book had as I plowed through the last chapters. Even the smallest of details, like a twig snapping or a sword dropping to the floor or Summer licking his wounds after fighting with Shaggydog, added to the overall intensity or subtlety of a certain situation. It made me feel like I was there - a tree, a wolf, a brick on the wall, a Gold Cloak, a Dothraki, a servant...you name it. I was there, and I was everywhere.<br />
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The characterizations are also somewhat different. In the book, Cersei is colder and more evil, Catelyn has a personality of a rock (I can't seem to sympathize with her here than in the TV series), and Tywin has a stronger aura of authority that it actually scares me. <br />
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I am not saying that the HBO series sucks. I've been following it religiously for the past two seasons, and now that it's on its third, I am quite excited to see what will happen. I'm also curious to see the changes they've made to the story. This is, after all, an adaptation - you can't expect them to follow everything to the letter. There were parts in the TV series that were not in the book; they added those maybe just to make things more interesting and exciting.<br />
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Though the HBO adaptation provides excellent visuals, they're nothing compared to what I see in my head. Why? Because it's in my head, and it's mine and mine alone. :)<br />
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Speaking of Game of Thrones, I think the 3rd episode's out. Must. Watch. Now.Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-22158146631373413772013-04-04T02:25:00.000+08:002013-04-13T02:26:24.260+08:00Bittersweet<br />
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Dear Graduating Students,<br />
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Today is your day. After four years (maybe more, heehee), it’s finally over. As you’re about to enter what they call the “real world,” I sincerely hope that you take the lessons (both academic and life) you’ve learned and use them to take the industry and the world by storm. Yung tipong pag pumasok kayo sa isang kuwarto, may hangin-kulog-kidlat-buka-lupa effect na magaganap. Heehee.<br />
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(That was the first part, which I posted on Facebook. Here’s the rest of my message.)<br />
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As I sit here in the audience watching you receive your diplomas, I can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of pride. You guys grew into young, mature individuals with unshakable principles and unwavering passion right before my eyes, and there’s no denying that you will go far in life.<br />
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You’ve been thanking me for various reasons for the past few days. Now it’s my turn. Thank you for being a part of my life, even if it’s just a short while. I was not with you every step of the way, but whenever our paths do cross in school, I learn something about myself and life in general from each and everyone of you. You may not know it, but you helped make me who I am now, and I am very grateful because you all made me feel that I’m actually doing something right.<br />
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Congratulations, my dear kiddies. I am so proud to call you my students. Itayo ang bandera ng mga sabog! Woohoo!! (Just had to add that last bit, sorry if it killed the mood. Mashado na kasing seryoso, di ko na ma-take. LOL)<br />
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Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-12893928252597933372013-03-31T14:23:00.000+08:002013-03-31T15:17:27.165+08:00Day 19 (Bookworm)I grew up surrounded by three things - computers, music, and books. The last one is mainly my mom's influence; she'd have all these Robert Ludlum, Agatha Christie, Sidney Sheldon, Tom Clancy, John Grisham and all those suspense thrillers and espionage novels in our bookshelf. She used to tell us how she couldn't put down a book once she started it, to the point where she'd read in the car while waiting for the stoplight to turn green and get so engrossed that the car behind her would honk the horn to pull her back to the real world. LOL. Thank you, Mama, for getting us hooked on books.<br />
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When we were kids, I would throw curious glances at my older sister whenever she chuckled while reading a book (I think it was one of David Eddings' Malloreon books). I gave in and asked her what was funny, and she told me to read it. I did, and soon enough I was laughing too. That got me reading all sorts of things after, from Goosebumps to Sweet Valley to Sherlock Holmes. I also got to read some of my mom's Sidney Sheldon books (Master of the Game, If Tomorrow Comes). Eventually I went on to heavy reading and started with Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series (14 books, each of them are about two inches thick, which I think I need to re-read from the first book), and my younger sister's own collection (Virgin Suicides by Jeff Eugenides, Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden, Angels and Demons by Dan Brown). It also helped that my high school friends are bookworms as well. I'd borrow Stephen King and Chuck Palahniuk from my best friend Ju, and I got lots of book recommendations from KC, Ria, Lai and Au. :))</div>
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But I wasn't really an avid reader. I read, sure, but I would usually prefer one genre (sci-fi/fantasy for the longest time) and the intervals between books were pretty long. Now it's like I can't get enough of reading. I pick up a book and I am transported into a different world, living a different life, seeing things through different eyes. I become the hero, the sidekick, the villain, and the bystander all at the same time. It's a weird, interesting, exhilarating feeling, and it certainly gets my mind off things (like stress from work and...other, more personal stuff LOL).</div>
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I started this thing two years ago, where I'd set goals for the year like how many movies to watch, or games to finish, or books to read. I set my book goal last year to 3, and I finished 9 books. LOL. This year I'm aiming for 7-10 books, and I am now on my 5th (Heat Wave by Richard Castle) in just three months. Who knows, I might up the ante and try for 20. And I plan on pushing through with that long term goal - to finish all the fiction books in our book wall. Wish me luck. :))</div>
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Check out <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/keiichig" target="_blank">my Goodreads account</a> to see what I've read so far, plus the books I plan to read. :)</div>
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Ah yes, summer. For most people, the word is synonymous to the beach, outdoors, tan lines, and "gotta start dieting so I can have that beach body I've been dreaming of." For me, it means heat, perspiration, and discomfort. Don't get me wrong, though. I don't hate summer, but I'm more sensitive to heat and it makes me really, really cranky. If I could live inside the refrigerator, I would. So these days, I've been craving for this.</div>
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Thank you, my dear <i>Ate</i>, for treating me and my mom at Razon's BF the other day. This was just what we needed to beat the dreadful summer heat. </div>
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Razon's is known for their simple yet exquisite halo-halo - finely shaved ice, milk, bananas, macapuno, and two slices of <i>leche flan</i> on top. I'm not a big fan of macapuno, but it was so hot that I ate it anyway and I didn't care if it gave me another coughing fit (yes, apparently I am still sick). Five minutes later, no more halo-halo. LOL. Razon's, I heart you, but I really wish you'd add <i>mais con hielo</i> to your menu.</div>
Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-14005258455110980222013-03-29T16:16:00.000+08:002013-03-29T16:18:24.801+08:00American Gods by Neil Gaiman<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">This is the second Neil Gaiman book I've read and it still amazes me how he can come up with these things. It takes a creative mind to write a story like American Gods (and I can imagine tons of research), a story that can weird you out but keep you hooked at the same time. There were moments where I had to reread a chapter just to see if I understood the events that unfolded correctly.</span><br />
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They say that whatever happens to you or whatever you do on the first day of the year is going to happen to you all year round. So far I've been eating, Facebook-ing, Twitter-ing, XBox-ing, Monopoly Deal-ing, and videoke-ing. Hmmm. What bright future lies ahead of me. LOL.</div>
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I had a love-hate relationship with 2012. The ups and downs were too frequent that it left me mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. Still, I'm thankful for the things that happened, and I think it's safe to say that I've learned a lot (about myself, mostly). Now that 2013 is just beginning, I'm quite excited. There will be a lot of changes and big decisions to make, and though it scares me just thinking about what might happen, I know everything will fall into place. Lezdudiz!</div>
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The Mistress. This Guy's In Love With You, Mare. Tiktik. Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. The Avengers. Ironman 2. The Hunger Games. Cabin in the Woods. Battleship. Dark Shadows. Men in Black 3. Magic Mike. The Dark Knight Rises. Total Recall. Wrath of the Titans. Super 8. Sherlock Holmes 2. Chronicle. Get Smart. Hellboy. Hellboy 2. Strangers on a Train. xXx. Rise of the Guardians. Asiong Salonga. Confessions (Japanese film). Jason and the Argonauts. Spiderman 3. The Three Musketeers. Midnight in Paris. Something Borrowed. 21 Jump Street. The Dictator. 50 First Dates. The Lady Vanishes.</div>
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Sweeter Moments is a cake and pastry business set up by Tess Parungao, devoted wife and a mother of two, whose passion for cooking is evident in the presentation of each and every morsel that comes out of their oven. I've been a fan of Tita Tess' cooking for a couple of years now (her daughter Krizia and I are friends), so when they asked if I could feature them in my blog, I didn't have any seconds thoughts.</div>
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They sent over a box of Ferrero Cupcakes and Banana Butterscotch Muffins. You have no idea how excited I was to go home and put these in my mouth. LOL.</div>
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Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-29936443852049929242012-07-31T01:25:00.000+08:002012-07-31T23:23:11.269+08:00Day 17 (Rainy Days and Mondays)Classes were suspended today, which means more time for me to catch up on things I normally have no time to do like reading and writing. Oh, and I slept a lot. I think the amount of time I spent sleeping today is enough to compensate for the lack of sleep I will probably experience as this semester progresses. Yep, it's the first semester - the busiest for our department. Better get my vitamins, energy drinks, and meds ready.<br />
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Today's topic is about family. I was planning on writing about only my biological family but then I realized that there are so many things and people I am grateful for that these deserve some sort of recognition. So yeah, here goes nothing. (Excuse the crappy picture resolution. Facebook picture compression really sucks, and uploading it here compresses it more. Oh well.)</div>
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<b>Mi Familia</b></div>
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I grew up in a simple home with my parents, sisters, and maternal grandparents. I'd like to think I turned out quite alright. :)) I look forward to reunions because of all the food, laughter, and <i>asaran</i> that goes on. You can't be <i>pikon</i> in a Gabutero Reunion. :))<br />
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<b>Highschool Barkada (aka SNG, or Short-Notice Gang)</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With HS Girlies in San Pablo, Laguna</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">May Birthday Bash 2011</td></tr>
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I am so thankful to have friends with whom I share a strong bond. Most of us have known each other since pre-school, and for us to still meet for special occasions or just to hang out because we're bored says a lot. 15 years (give or take a few) of laughter, food, drama (I have never seen a barkada that didn't go through some sort of issue, hahaha), and more food and laughter. I will forever love these people.</div>
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<b>Ang Bandang KAZE</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">KAZE with Ruth @ Cafe Boheme</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miwa, Chiqui, Tin, me, Chevy, Tuesday, Hannah, Jimbo,<br />
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I'm soooooooooo lucky to have found 6 other people who share my passion for music. We're turning 8 years old this October, and again, I can't ask for better bandmates. I'm also thankful for all the friends we've made since we started doing gigs. Top Junk, Session Road, Mozzie, Rosco, Kagaws, PNE, etc...seeing how they perform and how much they're into their music keeps me so inspired. </div>
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<b>Alligators</b></div>
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My college life would've been so boring if it weren't for these people. Even the story of how we became "alligators" is still so funny. Doilet Daks, chickens, Tagaytay food trips, Bento-Ya dinners, <i>Dyosas</i>, videoke - whatever it is, I always go home with painful cheeks from all that laughing. </div>
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<b>Student Teams and Orgs</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Collegiate Mover, July 2012</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">PRSP Team @ Yakimix, Sept. 2011</td></tr>
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What I love about being a teacher is that I get to meet new and interesting people everyday. My students come from different walks of life, and they somehow manage to make my life and my work a lot less boring. And seeing them do something great, accomplish something they thought was impossible, surpass my skill, and exceed beyond my expectations is such a great joy. It makes me feel like I'm actually doing something right.</div>
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<b>Le Kiddies</b></div>
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This picture was taken during Krizia's birthday (the girl in the purple shirt). Krizia, Manny and Mikey are my original "kiddies", meaning they were the first batch I ever handled. We grew together in school; me as a teacher, and them as young, mature professionals. I'd like to think they learned a thing or two from me, as I did from them. Now they're all working in their chosen fields, and I am so proud of them. I've also found new friends that are worth keeping.</div>
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I'm so used to seeing them in school, it's kinda weird that I don't anymore. Good thing I still have Carla, Adelle, and the rest of the "kiddies" to keep me company. LOL.</div>
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And I guess that's all she wrote. This is probably the longest entry I've written in a while but hey, I'm trying to brush up on my writing skills. Now I should probably go to bed. I'm sure classes are going to resume tomorrow. </div>
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<br /></div>Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-35569495818263182022012-07-29T23:49:00.003+08:002012-07-29T23:49:55.185+08:00When It Rains, It's Four<span style="background-color: white;">As much as I like the cold and the rain, the current weather condition is making me restless. I hardly consider strong winds and heavy downpour as "bed weather"; after Milenyo, Ondoy, and all those other storms that uprooted trees, submerged cities, and made cows fly, I'm paranoid as sh*t. The fact that it's already nighttime isn't helping either.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Aaaaaaaaaaaand we just had our first one-second brownout. Time to break out the flashlights and candles, and I should go check on my cats. </span><br />
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Here's a little something to ease my nerves. I saw this way back and I still can't help but laugh. K Brosas, Y U SO BENTA?<br />
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<br />Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-24585065691170786422012-07-22T02:57:00.000+08:002012-07-22T02:57:16.294+08:00Day 16 (Meow)<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Your celebrity crush.</i></div>
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Got home about an hour ago from watching The Dark Knight Rises on IMAX with my sisters and Chi. As I've mentioned in my Facebook and Twitter accounts, I thought it was over-hyped and predictable. It's still a pretty good movie and worth watching, though, and since this post isn't meant to be a movie review, I'm just gonna leave it at that.<br />
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So why mention TDKR? Because of this.<br />
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Anne Hathaway, my new celebrity crush. LOL.<br />
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When I first heard she was playing Catwoman in this movie, I must admit I wasn't sure if she could pull it off at first but I thought she did a pretty good job playing a smart, conniving, and seductive thief, in all magical fairness. And <i>ang ganda niya talaga eh</i>. Hence the crush. LOL.<br />
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And because I'm too darn sleepy to do any more explaining, I'm going to stop right here. It's been raining all week! Stay safe!<br />
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I've never heard of Gotye until I saw <a href="http://youtu.be/d9NF2edxy-M" target="_blank">Walk Off The Earth do a cover</a> of "Somebody That I Used To Know". The song's popularity sky rocketed in just a matter of weeks, and before you know it, everyone's got a copy of the song and suddenly belting out "SAMBADEH!" every chance they get. I can't blame them, though - the song is quite catchy, and the lyrics go through the heart especially to those who can relate. Gotye became an overnight mainstream sensation. I wish I can write a song like that. LOL.<br />
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Yesterday, I saw a post saying that the singer committed suicide. I had a mini heart attack and started asking if it was true. Thank goodness it wasn't, and it was confirmed by Gotye's official Twitter account. Later I found out that the link was CNN's version of Wikipedia, meaning anyone can submit news and a whole lot of other stuff.<br />
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Moral of the story: Don't believe everything you read on the Internet.<br />
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Because of this incident, I have the song on repeat again. I also stumbled upon this amazing guitar cover by Mike Dawes. Completely mesmerized, I am. @_@<br />
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SAMBADEH!Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5946514886461433643.post-64722345344878909752012-06-30T15:56:00.001+08:002012-06-30T15:58:51.789+08:00Greetings from Nueva Ecija!This has been a really bad week. Aside from my laptop's demise, work has been a real challenge (can't expound on that. Let's just say it's only the second week and I feel like I was thrown under a bus 14 times). This weekend is just what I need to cap things off.<br />
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It's my Lola's birthday today! Since she's here in Nueva Ecija, the whole clan decided to hold the reunion here so she won't have to travel far. I'd like to say that the travel time was long, but I really didn't notice since I practically crashed as soon as I got in the car at 5AM (went out the night before and came home <i>sabog</i> at 2AM, hehe). Anyway, it's my first time to visit my Tita Susan's house and I'm having a chill time so far - stuffed myself senseless, sang a couple of songs (I think that's why it rained pretty hard), stuffed myself senseless, wrote on my Uncle Nel's dusty Alterra (mwehehehehe), took pictures of people and cats sleeping on tires, and listened to my cousin's friends tire-out the videoke machine. Oh, and I stuffed myself senseless.</div>
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Happy 85th birthday, Nanay Rubing! I heartyouberimeni!<br />
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It started with the OS acting up, and then boom! There goes the hard drive.<br />
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I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. That laptop's been with my family since I was still an ignorant college freshman in UPLB, and I'm honestly surprised (and impressed) that it lasted this long. I've been meaning to make backups of my files but kept putting it off, so now...you know what they say, "<i>nasa huli ang pagsisisi</i>."<br />
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Everything's gone. :( My school stuff, my video and audio files, and my pictures. The last one's the real kicker; these are things I cannot recreate nor download (in high-resolution, because FB compresses photos like a steam roller), unlike all my other documents and files.<br />
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I just remembered that my portfolio was in there. ARGH.<br />
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Moral of the story: MAKE DOZENS OF BACKUPS.<br />
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So now I'm laptop-hunting. I need one that can handle Sims 3 and Adobe Photoshop (not at the same time, of course). Any suggestions?Keiichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12379725178065151636noreply@blogger.com2