If you are craving for Pork Sisig but you just can't eat pork, you might want to try the Tofu Sisig for P235 at Clump Resto Bar.
Monday, January 28
Tastes like the real thing
If you are craving for Pork Sisig but you just can't eat pork, you might want to try the Tofu Sisig for P235 at Clump Resto Bar.
Thursday, January 17
Lila Says: A book review
Yesterday, I found this book at the bookstore, which I immediately jumped into and finished reading once I got home.
Two things mainly attracted me to buy the book:
- dirt cheap price
- the fact that it was an international bestseller
After staying up late reading and being sufficiently disturbed after finishing the book I decided to write a review for it.
One of the unique things about the book was how it is being packaged by its publishers and/or editors. They claimed that the 128-page book was written with a Bic ballpen on a notepad by an anonymous 19-year old boy who goes by the pseudonym of Chimo -one of the main characters in the book.That he faxed the first few pages of the book, and that the rest of the manuscript was sent by the boy's lawyer.
Reading the first few pages of the book, I can see that the author was someone who was really smooth with words and used to flattering everyone around him, describing the main character and the object of his affections (Lila) in nothing less than the highest praises, coming up with words like her voice, skin and face is like an angel's, and coming up with so many superlatives in not just one but all physical attributes of the girl.
Surely, I know when someone is putting me on.
It also seemed that the boy, who talked in a streetwise gangster cool slang, is trying to pen all his sexual fantasies into the book, making it seem as if the goddess-like main character of his story has unsatiable desire for him.
He also make it seem as if he is just being a quiet, shy gentleman all throughout the story, never admitting that he was at fault for the sudden shocking twist to the story when he most probably is!
Most likely, he had been spreading the stories that was entrusted to him with care by the 16-year-old Lila, breaking her trust just so he could seem all macho to his douchebag male friends. And of course the douchebag male friends being their douchebag selves, what else can they do but use the knowledge that was shared to them by Chimo in judging women they don't know and wreaking havoc to the society?
Ultimately, reading Lila Says just succeeded in reviving my anger at douchebags and making me want to buy at least 3 copies of the book so I can distribute it to all male chauvinistic pigs I've known in my life, some of which are classmates in school. Or maybe I'll just lend it patiently to each of them one asshole at a time. But even after reading the book, I doubt if they can understand the significance of it. I sincerely hope the book succeeds not just in reviving anger from women like me but in somehow removing douchebags in the society, as well!
Tuesday, January 15
Good taste, great pairings with San Miguel Lifestyle Brews
My favourite San Miguel Lifestyle Brews drinking experience occurred years ago in 2007, and yet it was something that is unforgettable for me. I had the pleasure of drinking Cerveza Negra for the first time during a reunion among college friends. All kinds of alcoholic beverages were being served at that time, but being a person who always likes to discover new things and always wanting to try out choices that everyone else overlooks...
I decided to order San Miguel's Cerveza Negra, and give it a try.
Whoa, what an experience! The cool dark malt was slowly met by my tongue, throat and taste buds with approval! With just 5% alcoholic content, Cerveza Negra is a no-fuss drinking companion that simply chills and soothes rather than other drinks boasting of higher alcoholic content which leaves me with a sick feeling afterwards. The more I drink of it, the more I was quietly, elegantly, wonderfully calmed. It relaxed me with a subtly soft sensation which I loved!
I loved the experience so much that even if I am not much of an alcohol drinker myself, I decided to give Cerveza Negra a try again 2 weeks later.Somehow, I missed this drink I've just recently tried already.
This time, I invited my friend Chris (who was, at that time, my readily available eating buddy whenever I'm found craving for something) to come with me as I hunt down the dark lager I am craving. I don't think anyone needs to wait for an occasion to drink. If the craving is strong enough, we should not ignore it and do something to satisfy it!
As the drink was not sold everywhere, we went from restaurant after restaurant in Shangri-La Mall, Edsa trying to look for Cerveza Negra in the menu.
Finally, we found that Congo Grille had it in their menu. Bingo! We decided to order the Pork Sisig and Inihaw na Liempo to go with the beer. As expected, Cerveza Negra gave me that subtly calming, fresh cold beer taste that's smooth and instantly relaxing at the same time. A bit darker tasting that gives you the right sophisticated edge of flavour but not so bitter you wouldn't enjoy it, the dark beer was the perfect taste to contrast the salty pork dinner we were having! Cerveza Negra once again proved that it's a classic beer fit for any occasion -whether having a class reunion or simply hanging out with a good buddy!
Conclusion? Beer craving satisfied, mission accomplished!
I decided to order San Miguel's Cerveza Negra, and give it a try.
Whoa, what an experience! The cool dark malt was slowly met by my tongue, throat and taste buds with approval! With just 5% alcoholic content, Cerveza Negra is a no-fuss drinking companion that simply chills and soothes rather than other drinks boasting of higher alcoholic content which leaves me with a sick feeling afterwards. The more I drink of it, the more I was quietly, elegantly, wonderfully calmed. It relaxed me with a subtly soft sensation which I loved!
I loved the experience so much that even if I am not much of an alcohol drinker myself, I decided to give Cerveza Negra a try again 2 weeks later.Somehow, I missed this drink I've just recently tried already.
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| Me sporting a tan and posing with the label I peeled from my Cerveza Negra bottle that night. |
This time, I invited my friend Chris (who was, at that time, my readily available eating buddy whenever I'm found craving for something) to come with me as I hunt down the dark lager I am craving. I don't think anyone needs to wait for an occasion to drink. If the craving is strong enough, we should not ignore it and do something to satisfy it!
As the drink was not sold everywhere, we went from restaurant after restaurant in Shangri-La Mall, Edsa trying to look for Cerveza Negra in the menu.
Finally, we found that Congo Grille had it in their menu. Bingo! We decided to order the Pork Sisig and Inihaw na Liempo to go with the beer. As expected, Cerveza Negra gave me that subtly calming, fresh cold beer taste that's smooth and instantly relaxing at the same time. A bit darker tasting that gives you the right sophisticated edge of flavour but not so bitter you wouldn't enjoy it, the dark beer was the perfect taste to contrast the salty pork dinner we were having! Cerveza Negra once again proved that it's a classic beer fit for any occasion -whether having a class reunion or simply hanging out with a good buddy!
Conclusion? Beer craving satisfied, mission accomplished!
Monday, January 7
Life of Pi: A Movie Review
Not having the time to research about what I was about to watch, the first thing that came to mind when I heard the movie title and watched the opening credits of the movie was that it was somehow related to tai chi or Pooh's Little Instruction Book or Tao way of living or anything Zen, most especially since the opening music they used was very soothing and something you will hear at the Spa or perhaps while doing yoga.
What I liked:
- I liked the part where it showed millions of jelly fishes glowing at night in the sea.
- I super liked the part where a huge eerie ghost face of Pi's mother was shown in the sea amidst all the other zoo animals which drowned, depicted in a constellation-like formation in the big vast sea which Pi is traversing.
- I liked that the hyena, zebra, orangutan, fish and the tiger seemed to be directed into acting and interacting with each other (although I cringed at the thought that a goat, fish, or some other animal might have to die for the movie -I surely hope not!)
- I loved the cat qualities of Richard Parker, the Bengali tiger of Pi... how he hissed like a cat when he's trying to protect himself while at the same time inching backwards, how he followed Pi out of the boat and back, how he laid like a pet cat on Pi's lap, and all his many adorable cat qualities.
In short, I loved the movie even though it doesn't have much of a story (as per Ruth) and basically involves surviving in the sea. Thanks for bringing me, P.I.C. (courtesy of Ms. Becina)!
Friday, November 2
My body is old. It's a holiday and I wake up after 4 hours of sleep. I don't feel the least bit sleepy. I tried telling myself to sleep some more and get more rest, but all I end up doing is lie awake and wonder why I'm still awake. Figured I will never fall back to sleep and there's no sense forcing myself to sleep like a mother would to a child since I'm fully grown-up now and I have no use for all the extra sleep so here I am complaining and looking for someone to talk to.
Monday, October 29
I Can Be Body Beautiful at Any Age with Wacoal
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Monday, September 3
The cause of Kennedy Family Tragedy: Lobotomy of Rosemary Kennedy
Over lunch one day at work, conversation suddenly turned towards lobotomy. Lobotomy -which I haven't known of nor heard about in my life until that day- turns out to be a process they used to do in the olden times where they put a metal stick with spiralled ends inside your eye and push it up so it can reach your brain and they can tinker with it, or cut off some parts of it. Lobotomy was said to be used on mentally sick patients, specifically killers so that they will be less aggressive and to tame down their violent tendencies. Unfortunately, some people who undergo lobotomy turn into a vegetative state, with their minds reset back into infantile stage, turning them incoherent, paralyzed, drooling, staring blankly at walls for periods of time, and ridding them of any emotions.
I was so engrossed by the topic that over the weekend, I Googled it immensely. The first person that came up was Rosemary Kennedy, John F. Kennedy's sister. Rosemary Kennedy was said to have a lower IQ than the rest of the Kennedy siblings, around 90 which was pretty average, but apparently not enough for her father, Joe. At age 22, Rosemary became moody, and was prone to going out at night. Joe disapproved, and to sustain the good image of the Kennedys, he decided to put her daughter through a lobotomy procedure. At that time, lobotomy was just a new concept, and it still involves drilling holes into the skull and cutting through some parts of the brain, instead of the trans-orbital lobotomy which let the tool pass through the eyes.
During Rosemary's lobotomy, where she was put under mild anesthesia, she was asked by trial-and-error doctor Freeman to sing all throughout the lobotomy, and her response became their basis on how deep they were digging and cutting at her brain. They stopped when Rosemary's response became incoherent and she suddenly fell silent. -Now what kind of idiot doctor will only stop operating when his patient became paralyzed into muteness?! And what kind of idiot family would allow this to happen to their daughter?!
The lobotomy left Rosemary unable to take care of herself or do the simple task of dressing herself. She became incoherent and silent, staring into walls for periods of time, drooling, and more or less of a vegetative state. Her mind was like an infant's once again, and the only thing she could do was to identify herself.
Thank God I wasn't born in that era and I was spared from potential lobotomy! I remember being brought to a child psychologist in St. Luke's when I was acting bratty as a kid.
In 1961, Rosemary's father Joe had a stroke which was said to be his karma for masterminding the lobotomy of her daughter.
The irony of the stroke was in Joe's appearance. Half a century earlier he had allowed surgeons to give his daughter Rosemary a prefrontal lobotomy that had gone poorly. Her mind had been nearly destroyed, but more obvious were changes in her face and body. Joe, like his daughter, now had partial facial paralysis, a tendency to drool, a partially crippled body, and the inability to make intelligible statements. The obvious external damage Joe Kennedy had sustained was exactly the same as that of the child he had hidden away for five decades. (Schwarz, Joseph P. Kennedy, p. 425). -http://www.reformation.org/kennedy-assassination.html
According to this blog whose owner also felt deeply for Rosemary, during a reunion in 1975 with her younger sister Eunice, who had the most love for Rosemary out of all the other Kennedys, Eunice lost Rosemary while looking at some religious booklets in church. 5 hours later, penniless Rosemary was found 5 blocks away, preoccupied with window shopping on Michigan Avenue. She barely looked up as she said yes at the TV reporter who found her and asked her if she was looking for Eunice.
To end this post, here's a lovely song by Rasputina in tribute to Rosemary:
Rose K.
She doesn't know the man
I was so engrossed by the topic that over the weekend, I Googled it immensely. The first person that came up was Rosemary Kennedy, John F. Kennedy's sister. Rosemary Kennedy was said to have a lower IQ than the rest of the Kennedy siblings, around 90 which was pretty average, but apparently not enough for her father, Joe. At age 22, Rosemary became moody, and was prone to going out at night. Joe disapproved, and to sustain the good image of the Kennedys, he decided to put her daughter through a lobotomy procedure. At that time, lobotomy was just a new concept, and it still involves drilling holes into the skull and cutting through some parts of the brain, instead of the trans-orbital lobotomy which let the tool pass through the eyes.
During Rosemary's lobotomy, where she was put under mild anesthesia, she was asked by trial-and-error doctor Freeman to sing all throughout the lobotomy, and her response became their basis on how deep they were digging and cutting at her brain. They stopped when Rosemary's response became incoherent and she suddenly fell silent. -Now what kind of idiot doctor will only stop operating when his patient became paralyzed into muteness?! And what kind of idiot family would allow this to happen to their daughter?!
The lobotomy left Rosemary unable to take care of herself or do the simple task of dressing herself. She became incoherent and silent, staring into walls for periods of time, drooling, and more or less of a vegetative state. Her mind was like an infant's once again, and the only thing she could do was to identify herself.
Thank God I wasn't born in that era and I was spared from potential lobotomy! I remember being brought to a child psychologist in St. Luke's when I was acting bratty as a kid.
In 1961, Rosemary's father Joe had a stroke which was said to be his karma for masterminding the lobotomy of her daughter.
The irony of the stroke was in Joe's appearance. Half a century earlier he had allowed surgeons to give his daughter Rosemary a prefrontal lobotomy that had gone poorly. Her mind had been nearly destroyed, but more obvious were changes in her face and body. Joe, like his daughter, now had partial facial paralysis, a tendency to drool, a partially crippled body, and the inability to make intelligible statements. The obvious external damage Joe Kennedy had sustained was exactly the same as that of the child he had hidden away for five decades. (Schwarz, Joseph P. Kennedy, p. 425). -http://www.reformation.org/kennedy-assassination.html
According to this blog whose owner also felt deeply for Rosemary, during a reunion in 1975 with her younger sister Eunice, who had the most love for Rosemary out of all the other Kennedys, Eunice lost Rosemary while looking at some religious booklets in church. 5 hours later, penniless Rosemary was found 5 blocks away, preoccupied with window shopping on Michigan Avenue. She barely looked up as she said yes at the TV reporter who found her and asked her if she was looking for Eunice.
To end this post, here's a lovely song by Rasputina in tribute to Rosemary:
Rose K.
She doesn't know the man
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand.
She just looks out to sea.
He's talking endlessly.
Oh, why won't he shutup?
I take my medicine
I crush the paper cup.
Oh, maybe he's my son
And he's coming to set me free.
She knows that she forgot
That there's a story and she
Can't recall the plot.
Of course her family fought
Over the furniture.
Oh, I don't know why they
Have taken all my favorite things away.
But one thing that's for sure
I don't know what they were.
They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.
The air is like a hand
Reminding her of all the things she's planned.
Like air that thought is gone
Never to come again.
We came out to the beach to find the mind I've lost and cannot reach.
I used to keep it here.
It was much cleaner then.
They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.
They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.
They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.
Oh, Rose Kennedy.
She just looks out to sea.
He's talking endlessly.
Oh, why won't he shutup?
I take my medicine
I crush the paper cup.
Oh, maybe he's my son
And he's coming to set me free.
She knows that she forgot
That there's a story and she
Can't recall the plot.
Of course her family fought
Over the furniture.
Oh, I don't know why they
Have taken all my favorite things away.
But one thing that's for sure
I don't know what they were.
They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.
The air is like a hand
Reminding her of all the things she's planned.
Like air that thought is gone
Never to come again.
We came out to the beach to find the mind I've lost and cannot reach.
I used to keep it here.
It was much cleaner then.
They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.
They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.
They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.
Oh, Rose Kennedy.
Monday, August 13
Saltimbanco in Manila
Cirque du Soleil's production of Saltimbanco [which translates to "to jump on a bench"] in Manila is like traveling back in time, back when everybody loves going to the circus. Specifically, the jester's vaudeville-like act makes me feel like I am experiencing a show once enjoyed by my grandparents. It made me a bit nostalgic.
Incidentally, I was also reminded of Dolphy more than once by a fully made up clown prancing down the stage with white paint all over his face. The show is very diverse, never just focusing on one single element. It has trapeze acts, comical acts, a contortionist act, etc.
My best friend Ruth loved the Chinese Pole Act, which does not surprise me since she loves watching live cheer dance school competitions, another form of symmetric group performance. With their colorful chameleon costumes, their reptile cocking of heads and stare, it really was hypnotic to watch them simultaneously in action. I'm not sure if it was part of the Chinese Pole Act, but I also loved it when one of the men climbed up the pole using just his 2 hands, with his body as far away from the pole as possible as if he can just throw his weight around and around the pole while climbing using his 2 hands. He made it seem so easy that I itched to try it for myself, feeling that I would have tried it that moment, had they allowed the audience to try their apparatus during intermissions.
One of my favorites -however dizzying it was for me to watch and however painful for my craning neck- was the woman in blue doing the trapeze. I couldn't find a solo pic of her, though. Perhaps, she really is part of this duo trapeze act. Maybe her partner couldn't make it so she did a solo. But anyway, I liked her. Perhaps, it was for the graceful lady she signified, or the power of being a woman and being alone up in the highest part of the arena, doing dizzyingly fast acrobatics and never failing. Simply put, she made me proud to be a woman just by watching her, even if i pains me to think of how many Bonamines she had to swallow and how long she has to endure hunger to be able to roll in the air like she did.
The Boleadoras consisted of two very rhythmic individuals who played the drum, tap-danced and skillfully twisted around a weight-attached clicketing cord in coordination with each other and to a certain rhythm. The woman, who was taller than her very 'brusko' partner stole my attention more, with her very expressive face during the whole act. She raised an eyebrow or two, alternated between smiling for us and pursing her lips in concentration, vigorously nodded her head with a flourish every time a new rhythm started, and held her chin up high in proud confidence as she went through her routine. Her partner, whose curly long mane, abundant facial hair and grim expression remind me of Tagalog movie goons like 'Amay Bisaya', although much faster, bored me with his bland, non-changing expression. The quicker he gets through his routine, the blander and more bored his face goes. The Boleadoras Act happened right before intermission time, and being a percussion fan/heavy beater myself, I re-enacted the rhythm in my head and tapped my feet to periodic moments as I headed out with Ruth to get snacks and refreshment.
Ruth and I agreed unanimously agreed that this was our favourite...
The show also had a comic relief portion, thanks to these 2 jesters who tried to re-enact the Macho Men Act.
A key aspect of any Cirque du Soleil production, I've noted, is the fully made-up clown faces on the performers. At first I wondered why they make such an effort in painting their faces, especially since it could scare away some children from the audience [I was a bit terrified myself.] But then, as I observed that no way could anyone ever recognize them because their features are masked behind elaborately drawn shapes, I figured out that that was really the point. They cover their faces so much, perhaps, to allow them the privacy they need in their off-stage lives. So they can shop, dine, and travel anywhere without fear of being interrupted by a fan.
Incidentally, I was also reminded of Dolphy more than once by a fully made up clown prancing down the stage with white paint all over his face. The show is very diverse, never just focusing on one single element. It has trapeze acts, comical acts, a contortionist act, etc.
My best friend Ruth loved the Chinese Pole Act, which does not surprise me since she loves watching live cheer dance school competitions, another form of symmetric group performance. With their colorful chameleon costumes, their reptile cocking of heads and stare, it really was hypnotic to watch them simultaneously in action. I'm not sure if it was part of the Chinese Pole Act, but I also loved it when one of the men climbed up the pole using just his 2 hands, with his body as far away from the pole as possible as if he can just throw his weight around and around the pole while climbing using his 2 hands. He made it seem so easy that I itched to try it for myself, feeling that I would have tried it that moment, had they allowed the audience to try their apparatus during intermissions.
One of my favorites -however dizzying it was for me to watch and however painful for my craning neck- was the woman in blue doing the trapeze. I couldn't find a solo pic of her, though. Perhaps, she really is part of this duo trapeze act. Maybe her partner couldn't make it so she did a solo. But anyway, I liked her. Perhaps, it was for the graceful lady she signified, or the power of being a woman and being alone up in the highest part of the arena, doing dizzyingly fast acrobatics and never failing. Simply put, she made me proud to be a woman just by watching her, even if i pains me to think of how many Bonamines she had to swallow and how long she has to endure hunger to be able to roll in the air like she did.
The Boleadoras consisted of two very rhythmic individuals who played the drum, tap-danced and skillfully twisted around a weight-attached clicketing cord in coordination with each other and to a certain rhythm. The woman, who was taller than her very 'brusko' partner stole my attention more, with her very expressive face during the whole act. She raised an eyebrow or two, alternated between smiling for us and pursing her lips in concentration, vigorously nodded her head with a flourish every time a new rhythm started, and held her chin up high in proud confidence as she went through her routine. Her partner, whose curly long mane, abundant facial hair and grim expression remind me of Tagalog movie goons like 'Amay Bisaya', although much faster, bored me with his bland, non-changing expression. The quicker he gets through his routine, the blander and more bored his face goes. The Boleadoras Act happened right before intermission time, and being a percussion fan/heavy beater myself, I re-enacted the rhythm in my head and tapped my feet to periodic moments as I headed out with Ruth to get snacks and refreshment.
Ruth and I agreed unanimously agreed that this was our favourite...
The show also had a comic relief portion, thanks to these 2 jesters who tried to re-enact the Macho Men Act.
A key aspect of any Cirque du Soleil production, I've noted, is the fully made-up clown faces on the performers. At first I wondered why they make such an effort in painting their faces, especially since it could scare away some children from the audience [I was a bit terrified myself.] But then, as I observed that no way could anyone ever recognize them because their features are masked behind elaborately drawn shapes, I figured out that that was really the point. They cover their faces so much, perhaps, to allow them the privacy they need in their off-stage lives. So they can shop, dine, and travel anywhere without fear of being interrupted by a fan.
Tuesday, July 31
Sick Genes
Other people usually chance upon each other at shopping malls, restaurants, and bars. Two weeks ago, I chanced upon an uncle who lives faraway in the E.R. section of a hospital. I was there for treatment of unbearable pain in my ears that wouldn't go away for days while Tito Lito was there because they have to puncture his stomach so he can eat cause he can't eat the normal way anymore. Our family is not a healthy bunch.
Saturday, June 30
I don't always blog about everything
Like the numerous crinkles on your face right below your eyes and how it makes me content with life.
Like the almost-dimples you have I once noticed [or imagined in a moment of adoration] when you smiled.
How I happily patted your hair in place on the ride home with you. [which I am plotting on cutting soon]
Like the almost-dimples you have I once noticed [or imagined in a moment of adoration] when you smiled.
How I happily patted your hair in place on the ride home with you. [which I am plotting on cutting soon]
Thursday, May 31
"Seen (insert time)" meaning on Facebook Chat:
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Wednesday, May 23
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Wednesday, May 16
Drugs don't work they just make you worse but I know I'll see your face again [A Focalin Review]
On a spur-of-the-moment dare by lunatic office mates insisting that I have severe ADHD, I took a supposedly ridiculously expensive ADHD pill [stolen from the crazy officemate's rich ADHD-infested friend] this morning.
Effects are as follows:
Effects are as follows:
- Immediately after taking it, I felt a dull drowsiness spreading slowly over me.
- My head started feeling heavy and, reveling in this sensation [F na F!], I started to imagine my whole face weighed down by the grogginess so I let my head tilt towards the direction of my computer screen like a metal being attracted by a magnet.
- Just when I was enjoying my world-in-slow-motion sleepiness, later in the afternoon, hours after eating my lunch, I started feeling the heavy weight feeling of my head shift to my chest. I watched in fascination as I started to feel weighed down by a heavy feeling in my chest.
- After completing numerous tasks for the day, I suddenly had an urgent feeling emanating from my chest. The heavy feeling started to jitter me awake from my previous drowsiness. Suddenly, I'm wide awake. Every neuron seem to be up and about, and the feeling from my chest seem to be shouting at me and demanding commands with every downward thuds of my heart: "NOW! NOW! NOW!" What does it want me to do?? It wants me to act now on what?? Dismayed, I semi-frowned and ignored my ADHD heart as I took several trips to the pantry to refill water on my tumbler. This was alternated with several trips to the CR. It seems the ADHD drug has caused me to feel insatiable thirst and wipe out the company's water supply. Additionally, it also seemed to have transfer my ADHD from my personality to my heart. Thus the "NOW! NOW!" thuds of my heart. Aside from the urgent sense that I should do something immediately like put out a fire in some building, I also felt an imminent feeling, as if the world will come to end soon. My heart was jolting me and scolding me so much for God knows what that I started taking deep, slow breaths, trying to calm my "Aning" heart. It ignored me and continued with its urgent beating for 3 more hours until the drug's effects, thankfully, has worn off.
Now I'm back to my ADHD self but with a normal heart. The trick of the drug, I think, lies in making the user worry so much about the proper functioning of her heart that it leaves her with no chance for spinning around too much or talking excessively for the time being.
Thursday, May 10
I cry everywhere
I cry over simple scenes in movies that are not even the slightest bit tear-inducing. I cry when I feel uncontrollable surges of jealousy. Quite embarrassingly, I cry alone in public places like jeeps and MRT trains, most probably because I tend to assess my emotions when I'm alone and have nothing better to do on my hands, or maybe I just talk too much to myself in my own head that I end up facing the reality that there are lots of things I want from people which I just don't ask them for, and all this frustration at being a non-communicator always succeeds in making me cry, usually at public places that are non-conducive for crying and coming in to terms with my emotions like jeeps and MRT trains. In the end I always come to what I always knew from the start: That I am one of the most frustrated passive-aggressive persons I know and I don't know what to do about it but it's so troublesome and has been the cause of my greatest misery.
If only there's a way for me to know for sure that things will really turn out fine in the end, and if only I can be be assured that my heart is in the right place however recklessly I act most of the time, then maybe I would stop crying alone at MRT trains.
Sunday, April 22
Another PMS Episode
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| Me & Cha Co |
Saturday, April 21
It hurted
It hurted a lot today. It hurt when I asked him to return my favorite book, and he told me he wasn't done reading it, and I tapped the pages of the book against the table so that his bookmark falls out and I handed it to him. And it hurt how I did not put something on the page to remember where he stopped reading so that he can resume reading someday, maybe. And it hurt that I wanted him to take me to where I was meeting a friend like he wanted. But I told him I can go to the place alone. And when I stepped on the bus, it hurt me that although I wanted him to board, I said goodbye to him. And it hurt so much that he accepted my decision with a nod and a half hurt/half angry face. And it hurt very very much when he walked away. I didn't want him to go. I felt very lonely. I wanted to take him in my arms. But I can't, he's gone. :'c
Sunday, April 8
Green-Eyed Monster
I can't help it, sometimes, I get a bit jealous.
I try reasoning with myself when this happens, like telling myself that suppose he really is meant for her -this friend of his whom he accepts tagged pictures with on Facebook, and I'm being silly by feeling petty jealousy when she is really his future wife, and that I could be stopping destiny by preventing them from being together through mere feelings of unreasonable jealousy and hating the thought of them together even if it's the natural order of things.
Somehow, I only manage to make myself feel worse. :-/
Of course all this unhealthy feelings, I don't discuss with him, not wanting to bother him with my childish, unreasonable emotions, and seeing as how the last time I fessed up feelings of psychotic jealousy when I was seeing someone, I ended up losing that person. I only hope I stop feeling this already, it's really no fun being a jealous person. It doesn't help that I have such a wide imagination, imagining 100,001 torturous ways of him being together with her.
Like with anything else, I ended up googling causes of jealousy, hoping to understand why I'm such a wacko...
From Wikipedia:
In psychology
Jealousy involves an entire “emotional episode,” including a complex “narrative,”: the circumstances that lead up to jealousy, jealousy itself as emotion, any attempt at self regulation, subsequent actions and events and the resolution of the episode (Parrott, 2001, p. 306). The narrative can originate from experienced facts, thoughts, perceptions, memories, but also imagination, guess and assumptions. The more society and culture matter in the formation of these factors, the more jealousy can have a social and cultural origin. By contrast, Goldie (2000, p. 228) shows how jealousy can be a “cognitively impenetrable state”, where education and rational belief matter very little.
One possible explanation of the origin of jealousy in evolutionary psychology is that the emotion evolved in order to maximize the success of our genes: it is a biologically based emotion (Prinz after Buss and Larsen, 2004, p. 120) selected to foster the certainty about the paternity of one’s own offspring. A jealous behavior, in men, is directed into avoiding sexual betrayal and a consequent waste of resources and effort in taking care of someone else’s offspring. There are, additionally, cultural or social explanations of the origin of jealousy. According to one, the narrative from which jealousy arises can be in great part made by the imagination. Imagination is strongly affected by a person's cultural milieu. The pattern of reasoning, the way one perceives situations, depends strongly on cultural context. It has elsewhere been suggested that jealousy is in fact a secondary emotion in reaction to one's needs not being met, be those needs for attachment, attention, reassurance or any other form of care that would be otherwise expected to arise from that primary romantic relationship.
So based on the explanation of Wikipedia, what need of mine could he have possibly failed to meet for me to feel jealous?
I can't help it, sometimes, I get a bit jealous.
I try reasoning with myself when this happens, like telling myself that suppose he really is meant for her -this friend of his whom he accepts tagged pictures with on Facebook, and I'm being silly by feeling petty jealousy when she is really his future wife, and that I could be stopping destiny by preventing them from being together through mere feelings of unreasonable jealousy and hating the thought of them together even if it's the natural order of things.
Somehow, I only manage to make myself feel worse. :-/
Of course all this unhealthy feelings, I don't discuss with him, not wanting to bother him with my childish, unreasonable emotions, and seeing as how the last time I fessed up feelings of psychotic jealousy when I was seeing someone, I ended up losing that person. I only hope I stop feeling this already, it's really no fun being a jealous person. It doesn't help that I have such a wide imagination, imagining 100,001 torturous ways of him being together with her.
Like with anything else, I ended up googling causes of jealousy, hoping to understand why I'm such a wacko...
From Wikipedia:
In psychology
Jealousy involves an entire “emotional episode,” including a complex “narrative,”: the circumstances that lead up to jealousy, jealousy itself as emotion, any attempt at self regulation, subsequent actions and events and the resolution of the episode (Parrott, 2001, p. 306). The narrative can originate from experienced facts, thoughts, perceptions, memories, but also imagination, guess and assumptions. The more society and culture matter in the formation of these factors, the more jealousy can have a social and cultural origin. By contrast, Goldie (2000, p. 228) shows how jealousy can be a “cognitively impenetrable state”, where education and rational belief matter very little.
One possible explanation of the origin of jealousy in evolutionary psychology is that the emotion evolved in order to maximize the success of our genes: it is a biologically based emotion (Prinz after Buss and Larsen, 2004, p. 120) selected to foster the certainty about the paternity of one’s own offspring. A jealous behavior, in men, is directed into avoiding sexual betrayal and a consequent waste of resources and effort in taking care of someone else’s offspring. There are, additionally, cultural or social explanations of the origin of jealousy. According to one, the narrative from which jealousy arises can be in great part made by the imagination. Imagination is strongly affected by a person's cultural milieu. The pattern of reasoning, the way one perceives situations, depends strongly on cultural context. It has elsewhere been suggested that jealousy is in fact a secondary emotion in reaction to one's needs not being met, be those needs for attachment, attention, reassurance or any other form of care that would be otherwise expected to arise from that primary romantic relationship.
So based on the explanation of Wikipedia, what need of mine could he have possibly failed to meet for me to feel jealous?
Friday, March 16
Wednesday, February 22
He still likes her.
10. I have strong legs which I can walk for 3 hours straight without rest.
9. I can carry heavy grocery bags.
8. I can write using both left and right hands.
7. I can form loops with tongue.
6. I'm a loyal friend.
5. I can dance.
4. I'm good at giving back rubs.
3. I make very few grammatical errors.
2. My wrists don't get fat.
1. I don't put other people down.
10. I have strong legs which I can walk for 3 hours straight without rest.
9. I can carry heavy grocery bags.
8. I can write using both left and right hands.
7. I can form loops with tongue.
6. I'm a loyal friend.
5. I can dance.
4. I'm good at giving back rubs.
3. I make very few grammatical errors.
2. My wrists don't get fat.
1. I don't put other people down.
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