My Infamous Boyfriend

So I was kind of lying when I said I don’t have a boyfriend because I actually do. And let me just say, fabulouso! I mean, I couldn’t really ask for more.

Provides comfort at the end of a rough day? Check.

In bed while you cuddle with your ereader? Yes!

Lets you hold the remote and watch sappy movies? Double check.

Because boyfriends have to be rich, sweet and delicious, even if they go directly to your hips.

Blue Bunny

Remembering Mumo

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I was browsing through my undergrad written* thesis when I came across this on the RRL**. I just thought this is worth sharing. Mumo is a colloquial Tagalog word for monster.

As cited on the book, Theories of Personality, Maslow said that “most of us get caught at this level(need for belongingness and love) and strive more or less constantly to be accepted and loved by other people” (Feist 380).

Jess Feist expounds, based on the Self-Actualization Theory, how an individual behaves when their need for love is unfulfilled:

“[Other] adults whose love needs remain largely unsatisfied, adopt a more obvious method of trying to love. They undermine their own needs by striving too hard to obtain affection. Their constant supplication for acceptance and affection leave others suspicious, unfriendly, and impenetrable (380).

The fulfillment of the need for belongingness determines one’s self esteem. As Feist puts it, “it appears to be nearly impossible to secure self-esteem unless a person first perceives
that she has gained approval in the eyes of others” (380).

*As a film student, I was required a written thesis as well as a short film as requirements for the undergrad course.

** Review of Related Literature

Monday The Magnificent

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I haven’t been anti-Monday for a few years now. And it feels great. Gone is the dread on Sunday night. I don’t worry unnecessarily on how the coming week would turn out. Not that I stopped caring, I just become more accepting of the fact that work starts on a Monday. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I actually get a high on Mondays. And yes, all because of those kind of cliches in the self-help genre, namely, new start, new things, new tasks.

So before I alienate you all from my blog, let me shift gears and talk about the weekend instead. I hope yours was as good as mine or even better. I was pretty pleased with my weekend because I got to accomplish a lot on my to-do list. I got a few ones unfinished but then I’m not perfect. First off, groceries done. My brother and I would survive the next 2 weeks, hopefully, with our stock. Next is the laundry, of which 90% was taken care of my brother. Hey, he’s temporarily unemployed, ergo, he has to do 98% of the household chores. Says who? Says me, that is. Then, my bedroom is clean and organized again. Fresh sheets, cosmetics in their proper places, clothes neatly stacked and hanged in the closet. TV and DVD player surfaced dusted. Still wonder how and where it got so much dust. And did I mention fresh sheets? One of the best things in life, right? Also, Skyped with my cousin, Ves. He’s in Canada and is my favorite cousin. Skyping with him is a major feat. Hello, video call! Then there was the Chinese New Year’s party we celebrated midnight of the 10th. We had pizza, wine and lava cake. Hail, S&R for our food.

Now we come to the weekend’s highlight, which is one of my passion and yet also happens to be one of my fears, writing. I started blogging last year but stopped after a few entries. I just couldn’t do it. I came up with a hundred and one crappy excuses not to do it. Shoved it at the back of my mind and drown the thought before it could resurface. But I’ve recently resolved that I want to do this again, and more importantly, I want to do this every chance I could get. Anyway, my passion for writing and the lack of it sometimes is a topic reserved for a different entry or entries.

In the meantime, I’ll be working and ticking out my to-do list today while Monday, the magnificent bast**ard, hovers over my shoulder before heading off to a corner to sit and mind his own business.

Have a great week, mates!

PS. Would love to hear about your weekend, too. I’m sure mine’s pretty plain and vanilla compared to some of you. Not that I’m complaining. 🙂

Photo courtesy of http://www.cosplay.ph/gallery/index.php/Cosplay-Snapshots-Project/2010/Miku-Hatsune-jump-high

My Comment On Fashion Pulis About A BV On A Corrupt Media Personality

Envelopmental journalism is prevalent, a sad reality in the media industry. Hypocritical self-righteous pricks who accepts payouts or negotiate favors don’t necessarily look like ogres or the bad guys. I mean, life would be so easy if the devil actually has horns, wears a cape and carries a trident wherever he goes; that way we would know who to believe and who to work with. But this also doesn’t mean that all the fuglies are saints. As the cliche goes, we’re human. So going back to the BI, my take is this could easily be any media practitioner. If fp is specifically referring to Mr. X on this blind, it doesnt mean Ms. Y is innocent or Mr. Z is a saint. But before we condemn them for abusing authority and fooling the people, think of the times you got off in a No Unloading zone or took a cab in a No Loading area or didn’t properly dispose trash or pay someone to hasten the processing of your driver’s license, etc. Now imagine yourself in their shoes being offered the world. Not even a split second of thinking how easy it is to just say yes and live an easy life? Now since you’ve established how pure at heart and saintly you are, go ahead and have fun casting stones.

PS. Let me be clear that I’m not an advocate nor do I condone corruption. I am painfully human, hopefully working to be more socially aware and responsible and still part-time self-righteous prick.

Breakfast Epiphany

Breakfast Epiphany

You know how it is when you’re totally convinced that it’s just another uneventful day and then wham! you bump into something and your life is changed forever. And I mean forever.

So after devoting time reading and blogging two entries, I had to drag myself out of bed because I can no longer ignore my grumbling stomach. I was thinking oatmeal because I’m not exactly the most devoted cook in the morning. Plus I’m not exactly keen on reheating leftover food from the Chinese new year “party” last night. Too much effort for lazy old me. So I opened the fridge after mouthing a silent prayer that I’d find some surprise food there fit for breakfast and more exciting than oatmeal. Hmmm. Tons of veggies Evert grabbed from the grocery because he thought they were cheap. My brother and I really like to pretend we eat healthy. Then there was the wine left from the new year’s eve party, not the Chinese new year but the Jan 1 party. I really should throw it out. Wrinkled blueberries. They got crinkly after that first time they got thawed. They had looked lonely since then. Miracle Whip. Oh wait, we have roasted chicken from last night. Can I dip it in Miracle Whip? Mmm. No, thanks. Not in the mood for cold chicken. That’s when I saw the leftover pizza neatly stacked on the big blue plate covered with my fave swirly red plate. Who says you can’t have leftover pizza for breakfast?

So cold pizza and milk for breakfast. It’s like the biggest discovery I’ve had since that time I found out I’ve been tying my shoelaces wrong. You can have junk food for breakfast because sometimes you have to show your tummy who’s boss. And you can’t do worse than cold pizza and milk. I’m pretty sure that in some parallel universe, it’s the breakfast of champions.

Apologies, Mate

I’m sorry I haven’t blogged since forever. I don’t even have a decent excuse for it. But this time I intend to keep my promise to write regularly. It’s not like I have a boyfriend to keep me preoccupied anyway. Not that I’m saying I’ll ditch you if and when I get a boyfriend. Geez, mate!