Yes, the word "Diet" is now in my vocab.
I ate an apple for breakfast.
A single apple, that doesn't even amount to the word. I'd call it applet but then there's already a fruit called mansanitas which is technically spanish for applet...
...For lunch I had a serving of Pinakbet and half a cup of rice.
And for dinner I had a serving of chopsuey, a cup of rice, and a banana.
My tummy's pretty much satisfied thanks to the water, but my tastebuds are crying.
The price to pay when you have to be conscious of your figure.
I declare the word "Diet" as the vilest word ever made. You can kill me but you cannot take away my food.
Why am I even letting myself go through all this?
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Hentai
From Wikipedia: Hentai (変態 or へんたい, Hentai?) listen (help·info) is a Japanese word that means "abnormality" or "metamorphosis". However, in slang situations it often means "perverted" and is subsequently used in many other countries to refer to anime, manga and computer games with explicit sexual or pornographic content (see Japanese pornography). The word is never used this way in Japanese; commonly used terms include "jū hachi kin" (18禁; prohibited for sale to persons under 18), "ecchi/H anime" (sexual/pornographic anime), the prefix "ero-" (derived from "erotic"), or "seinen" (成年; adult, not to be confused with 青年 young adult).
The term "hentai" is commonly used (outside of Japan) to refer to pornographic animation in general that is not necessarily anime or manga. This is most often the case if the said animation is an imitation of a pre-existing cartoon or character (e.g. Princess Jasmine hentai).
I'm not a big fan of Pornography, I believe it helps divide man and woman even more, making man think of woman not as an equal but an object.
To the Japanese, it appears Pornography is art.
Hentai apparently existed as far back as the 19th century. Take a peek if you'd dare
The first time I encountered hentai was when I discovered Uncle Yamasan's books. Uncle Yamasan was a quiet japanese man who was around the same age of my father.
He lived in our house for a short time, while he and my father were business partners. He was either teaching us origami or reading his soft bound books quietly, one part of the book rolled up in his hand.
One day I peeked in his book, though I couldnt understand the text. I discovered his book had few pictures, so I scanned the book for all its illustrations. I found one picture of three girls (all dressed in skimpy underwear) each armed with hoses around one skinny boy (in a pair of briefs I've only seen Sumo Wrestlers wear so far). I asked what the book was about and Uncle Yamasan, trying not to spur my curiousity, told me it was about 3 girls who liked the same boy, making the boy confused on who to choose. When uncle Yamasan went back to Japan, he sent me a set of Sailormoon manga (Raushan got Turbo Rangers).
Pornography has literally "left little to the imagination", that perverts are seeking newer forms of pornography. Enter hentai, a reflection of the Japanese tendency to hold nothing sacred for the sake of their surrealism.
I've browsed through an XXXholic manga I found open in national Bookstore a couple of months back, and I found a parade of gigantic floating fishes with lanterns and a couple more obscure creatures. In the midst of it all was a pretty witch who seems to have Dominatrix tendencies.
We are in the millenium where everything is questioned, ideals are interloped and folded into each other, and nothing is sacred. Hentai is fast becoming a new art form and my only hope is that I look far too human to be mistaken for an anime fantasy by some sick male pervert.
You must take note that I used "male". I do look at hentai, therefore I am a perv myself. Hehehe.
The term "hentai" is commonly used (outside of Japan) to refer to pornographic animation in general that is not necessarily anime or manga. This is most often the case if the said animation is an imitation of a pre-existing cartoon or character (e.g. Princess Jasmine hentai).
I'm not a big fan of Pornography, I believe it helps divide man and woman even more, making man think of woman not as an equal but an object.
To the Japanese, it appears Pornography is art.
Hentai apparently existed as far back as the 19th century. Take a peek if you'd dare
The first time I encountered hentai was when I discovered Uncle Yamasan's books. Uncle Yamasan was a quiet japanese man who was around the same age of my father.
He lived in our house for a short time, while he and my father were business partners. He was either teaching us origami or reading his soft bound books quietly, one part of the book rolled up in his hand.
One day I peeked in his book, though I couldnt understand the text. I discovered his book had few pictures, so I scanned the book for all its illustrations. I found one picture of three girls (all dressed in skimpy underwear) each armed with hoses around one skinny boy (in a pair of briefs I've only seen Sumo Wrestlers wear so far). I asked what the book was about and Uncle Yamasan, trying not to spur my curiousity, told me it was about 3 girls who liked the same boy, making the boy confused on who to choose. When uncle Yamasan went back to Japan, he sent me a set of Sailormoon manga (Raushan got Turbo Rangers).
Pornography has literally "left little to the imagination", that perverts are seeking newer forms of pornography. Enter hentai, a reflection of the Japanese tendency to hold nothing sacred for the sake of their surrealism.
I've browsed through an XXXholic manga I found open in national Bookstore a couple of months back, and I found a parade of gigantic floating fishes with lanterns and a couple more obscure creatures. In the midst of it all was a pretty witch who seems to have Dominatrix tendencies.
We are in the millenium where everything is questioned, ideals are interloped and folded into each other, and nothing is sacred. Hentai is fast becoming a new art form and my only hope is that I look far too human to be mistaken for an anime fantasy by some sick male pervert.
You must take note that I used "male". I do look at hentai, therefore I am a perv myself. Hehehe.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Aftermath of the Staging
http://thesims2.ea.com/about/sims_stories/index.php
Good timing... right when I'm about to have my own laptop :D
~~~
The shows were succesful. I've begun working on the concept for the installations, but nothing's definite.
~~~
The make-up artists Kimmy brought yesterday were trying to convince me to join Ms. Mandaue. I won't because I have summer classes. The Ms. Biliranisland.com thing will have to be it for now. My manager told me my mom was worried I might find modelling fun and stop paying attention to my studies. Warning bells in my mind went off. "Modelling?" I thought. "Model na diay ko?". It turns out my manager is putting me in the modelling business too. Oh shiet. This is one thing I didn't expect. Oo diay, uso na man diay ang Goth ron.
~~~
Bringing laundry to the laundry house always seems like a great feat to me. I find this even more fulfilling than finding my name on a piece of paper, no matter how large it is. Names will be forgotten, specially mine since it's so hard to pronounce. This is the same thing with faces, specially mine since it's so generic. And this is why I'm so happy today For the first time this week, I've been able to do something truly selfish.
~~~
I woke up thinking, "I have no friends, my friends are my classmates...". Then I remembered my own words, "Equality is impossible because man will forever have the tendency to classify. Man only truly becomes equal and unified in the presence of chaos."
We become more forgiving to each other's faults because we have larger problems at hand, we become more patient, more benevolent, more sincere, more helpful..etc. "
So I may be close to my classmates today because of the chaos we just struggled and lived through, but give it a week or two and we'll be back in our old places, and I'll be back to being the loner.
So I reiterate my statement "I have no permanent friends, and everything is just a dream". This isn't one of my affectations. I don't like bothering with trifles and I'm being as honest as I can.
~~~
So in short, I'm exploring all my career options; I'm content with my homelife; I'm content with my social life; and I've accepted the fact that people just flit by. Nobody is permanent. Nothing is permanent.
Good timing... right when I'm about to have my own laptop :D
~~~
The shows were succesful. I've begun working on the concept for the installations, but nothing's definite.
~~~
The make-up artists Kimmy brought yesterday were trying to convince me to join Ms. Mandaue. I won't because I have summer classes. The Ms. Biliranisland.com thing will have to be it for now. My manager told me my mom was worried I might find modelling fun and stop paying attention to my studies. Warning bells in my mind went off. "Modelling?" I thought. "Model na diay ko?". It turns out my manager is putting me in the modelling business too. Oh shiet. This is one thing I didn't expect. Oo diay, uso na man diay ang Goth ron.
~~~
Bringing laundry to the laundry house always seems like a great feat to me. I find this even more fulfilling than finding my name on a piece of paper, no matter how large it is. Names will be forgotten, specially mine since it's so hard to pronounce. This is the same thing with faces, specially mine since it's so generic. And this is why I'm so happy today For the first time this week, I've been able to do something truly selfish.
~~~
I woke up thinking, "I have no friends, my friends are my classmates...". Then I remembered my own words, "Equality is impossible because man will forever have the tendency to classify. Man only truly becomes equal and unified in the presence of chaos."
We become more forgiving to each other's faults because we have larger problems at hand, we become more patient, more benevolent, more sincere, more helpful..etc. "
So I may be close to my classmates today because of the chaos we just struggled and lived through, but give it a week or two and we'll be back in our old places, and I'll be back to being the loner.
So I reiterate my statement "I have no permanent friends, and everything is just a dream". This isn't one of my affectations. I don't like bothering with trifles and I'm being as honest as I can.
~~~
So in short, I'm exploring all my career options; I'm content with my homelife; I'm content with my social life; and I've accepted the fact that people just flit by. Nobody is permanent. Nothing is permanent.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Blogging about Blogging
I was featured in Sunstar's blogplug last Feb 10. Not much to garner from that, I don't care much about more blog readers unless you can become a potential story or contact. Ms Tabada asked if I wanted my older blog to be the one featured but I preferred not to give potential stalkers the link to my more private musings. But I still visit that blog more than I do this one, because #1, I've gotten used to the interface of that blogging system than this one, and #2, I think so fast that it is hard to focus on philosophies when you'retalking to yourself. I admire people who can do that.
Ironically, the other blog has become even more interactive than this one even though this is the supposed "public" blog. The only social interactions I've gotten from this is a few stalkers, one of them a supposed "photographer" who told me he has been into photography for 7 years and has all the gadgets for it, but whose artwork looks like the same thing we produced on our first days in Sir Marx's Photography class. I gave him critique and his alpha-male ape man instincts came out and dissed me by comparing me to Spongebob. Note to avid chatters: Do not chat with anyone who's poor in reading comprehension. It is also a dangerous sign if the person brags about gadgets and talks about it as if you aren't a teenager in the 21st century. It is a sign that this person assumes you are stupid and easy. I do not have to apologize to the aforementioned dick if he reads this, it is a blog after all, not TV. And I didn't mention your name,so I hope you dont get your hacker friends to spam me and destroy my precious blog. Or else I'll get my witch friends and kulam you.
Fame and a big sassy mouth come with a price.
~~~
Rereading my old blog entries reminds me of how far I've gotten and how little I still know about the world until now. It's all embarassing crap, but it was better than my written diaries. I found one, which I kept during the time I was in 3rd year high school (me thinks).
This was the time when I was the Clueless Jesus Freak who was getting over her man hating by crushing on a different boy every 2 months.
There were several interesting entries, one where a friend discovered I sounded like Amy Lee and put me on a stage, another that reflected that guys were worse gossips than girls, and one that told the story of Aster City, which was a little like Final Fantasy and the Matrix though I had seen neither during the time I wrote the story. I'm unoriginal this way. I come up with something unique, only to fnd it in bookshelves or on the TV, or on the Silverscreen years before I can be able to get to a decent producer.
~~~
The "H" of this keyboard is broken. It keeps popping out every now and then. I'm an avid blogger considering I dont have my own PC where I'm at.*ubo ma ubo lap ubo top* >,>
Thought bubble:I wonder if my mom reads my blog
Ironically, the other blog has become even more interactive than this one even though this is the supposed "public" blog. The only social interactions I've gotten from this is a few stalkers, one of them a supposed "photographer" who told me he has been into photography for 7 years and has all the gadgets for it, but whose artwork looks like the same thing we produced on our first days in Sir Marx's Photography class. I gave him critique and his alpha-male ape man instincts came out and dissed me by comparing me to Spongebob. Note to avid chatters: Do not chat with anyone who's poor in reading comprehension. It is also a dangerous sign if the person brags about gadgets and talks about it as if you aren't a teenager in the 21st century. It is a sign that this person assumes you are stupid and easy. I do not have to apologize to the aforementioned dick if he reads this, it is a blog after all, not TV. And I didn't mention your name,so I hope you dont get your hacker friends to spam me and destroy my precious blog. Or else I'll get my witch friends and kulam you.
Fame and a big sassy mouth come with a price.
~~~
Rereading my old blog entries reminds me of how far I've gotten and how little I still know about the world until now. It's all embarassing crap, but it was better than my written diaries. I found one, which I kept during the time I was in 3rd year high school (me thinks).
This was the time when I was the Clueless Jesus Freak who was getting over her man hating by crushing on a different boy every 2 months.
There were several interesting entries, one where a friend discovered I sounded like Amy Lee and put me on a stage, another that reflected that guys were worse gossips than girls, and one that told the story of Aster City, which was a little like Final Fantasy and the Matrix though I had seen neither during the time I wrote the story. I'm unoriginal this way. I come up with something unique, only to fnd it in bookshelves or on the TV, or on the Silverscreen years before I can be able to get to a decent producer.
~~~
The "H" of this keyboard is broken. It keeps popping out every now and then. I'm an avid blogger considering I dont have my own PC where I'm at.*ubo ma ubo lap ubo top* >,>
Thought bubble:I wonder if my mom reads my blog
Pregenesis
Pregenesis
"Everyone will have a reason"
UPVCC Conference Hall
February 24, 2:00-3:00; 5:00-6:00pm
tickets sold at 50 php each
Saturday, February 10, 2007
The Chain Letter Conspiracy Theory
From Boredom came an Idea- Pregenesis
Why are chain letters spread so desperately when they are useless? I don't think it's for evangelical purposes since most of the time, the content of these letters even mock the religion that is represented.
These letters usually end in threats if the reciever doesn't forward the letter in a matter of how many days. There are even examples of the fate one could fall into when one does not comply with the sender's wishes.
I've recieved a letter or two and forgot to send them, but I didn't die. Nobody wrote down that I had choked on a piece of bubblegum 3 days after doodling on a letter and sent it around again. I have a feeling these letters are more than what they seem. What if these letters have secret codes in them?
The sender wants to spread the code as far and as wide as possible, ala Da Vinci Code ba. So that the wise would see through the deception and decode the letter for it's true message.
This theory has yet to be tested. First, I need a real chain letter. Second, I need to figure out how to decode it.
Zyra added to the drama by suggesting that the threats were real, but they'd only come true AFTER you decode the letter... dumdumdumdummmmm
Why are chain letters spread so desperately when they are useless? I don't think it's for evangelical purposes since most of the time, the content of these letters even mock the religion that is represented.
These letters usually end in threats if the reciever doesn't forward the letter in a matter of how many days. There are even examples of the fate one could fall into when one does not comply with the sender's wishes.
I've recieved a letter or two and forgot to send them, but I didn't die. Nobody wrote down that I had choked on a piece of bubblegum 3 days after doodling on a letter and sent it around again. I have a feeling these letters are more than what they seem. What if these letters have secret codes in them?
The sender wants to spread the code as far and as wide as possible, ala Da Vinci Code ba. So that the wise would see through the deception and decode the letter for it's true message.
This theory has yet to be tested. First, I need a real chain letter. Second, I need to figure out how to decode it.
Zyra added to the drama by suggesting that the threats were real, but they'd only come true AFTER you decode the letter... dumdumdumdummmmm
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