In Honor of Thirtywinks

The thing about blogs is that once you've imprinted your mark on them, (meaning, you've religiously kept it updated over a period of time) it really becomes a part of your life memories. It is after all an online diary where you can share thoughts that you would want to look back to in the future. That is precisely why I was simply devastated when I tried to visit my Multiply site and found that it has officially closed.  

I can't even begin to explain how much of a loss this is for me, who has kept Thirtywinks updated for 5 years. It's basically my whole college life in a nutshell. Back then, there was no Facebook and I still didn't appreciate how Twitter worked (masyado akong madaldal!). There was a time that I couldn't end my day without sharing something about it on my blog, no matter how short. It had ALL of my photos. Even though I'm sure I made a back-up of them in one of the CDs here at home, nothing beats seeing them organized and designed with my own personal touch. Me and my blockmates, we used to have a habit of very actively commenting on each other's Multiply photos. It was the 'in' thing but we had a lot of fun with it even without Candy Crush and all of the other games. We didn't even have privacy problems because the website was generous enough to give us enough flexibility in terms of keeping things public and private, plus we didn't know how to use tags even when they were there. LOL

I know it's my fault that I wasn't able to download all the contents before it shut down. Still, even if I had, Multiply closing down would have still given me mixed feelings. It had all of my special memories -  fun moments with my friends, me being immature and jeje for tYpiNg LiKe tHiS, those secret stories I can't share with anyone, some of my unforgettable firsts, rants of my emo self, and probably even the see-who-viewed-me feature. Haha! Oh well, what can I do now anyway. To Thirtywinks who has served me well for 5 years; who has been there when I was happy and sad; and who listened to me when I couldn't tell anyone, thank you and farewell.

(YES, I AM EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT)

Tiffy

Uncontrollable

PMS , also known as the Premenstrual Syndrome, is a disorder characterized by a set of hormonal changes that trigger disruptive symptoms in women for up to two weeks prior to menstruation. When I was a kid, I used to think that there was also a Postmenstrual Syndrome that I also liked to call PMS. Which is stupid, because, is it really possible for an acronym to mean two same things just different in timing? It's obviously just me trying to justify my constant moodswing which is IMO very normal for girls my age. IMO because there aren't a lot of people who agree with me.

So I was having a really bad Monday...an extremely bad Monday actually and tripping in a jeepney (yes, I tripped. in a jeepney. go figure) just couldn't stop my emotional cart from running off the cliff. I had to go through an uncontrollable emotional breakdown in the middle of commute, with a headache! My.God. I call it uncontrollable because I couldn't stop myself from sending a 5page destructive emotional message to my boyfriend. And lashing out at the next best person, my true friend RC who was able to put up with my rants without giving up on me. Hahaha! Clap clap! Standing ovation to you! That's +1 truefriendvote. I swear half of what I was talking about was nonesense and after murdering my phone keys I sent another less destructive 3page essay to my boyfriend. Now all I can say is, thank God we're still together. Hahaha! Just kidding. Buti nalang understandin siya. True love ko kaya yun. Ewww cheeezyy! LOL. Ibang klase talaga pag may PMS (post). NOT. And as for the photo, that's basically the summary of my day. All those emotions quickly changing amongst one another. Besides that, panira moment lang after I finished my 5page essay with a :( and after I press enter may nakasimangot na android. Kumusta naman. Haha

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Bricks

Walking down the street I see a reflection of a brick wall in a puddle on the pavement. Naturally, I look up and study this new place near my office. There are several alcoholic beverages on display, strategically arranged to show two big glass windows of wine and tonic for viewing pleasure. I smile at the shopkeeper and continue walking. I eventually open by bag and pull out my phone. Yes, I couldn't resist taking a quick shot before anyone noticed. I continued on, happier now. And I realized the place had probably been there for some time now. Possibly even before I started working. Hahaha! Here's my quick shot. Nothing impressive though. I have to admit that I have this weird obsession over brick walls. I just find them fascinating.

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Mother Nature's Punishment

The woman is a very complicated being. Simply put, we are very hard to understand. We have always been known to be irrational and unpredictable but most of all, moody. More specifically, there is a time every month that we are allowed a certain level of moodiness that is morally acceptable by the world. Why? Because it is at this time that we undergo suffering by Mother Nature that entails us to go through great pain and loss (of RBC), only us women. During this period, we are allowed to frown all we want. We are allowed to glare at random people who annoy us. We are allowed to have a 180-degree turn in personality... And that's me being bitter. We're not really allowed all that. We ARE allowed to offer an explanation as to why we're being bratty all of a sudden and leave it at that. There are times, however, that the pain is too great for us to even offer anything at all, not even a reaction. So people go wondering if yanything bad has happened to you after seeing the stricken or frowning look on your face. Right now, I can't even think straight. Everytime someone talks to me I can barely understand a thing. All I can think about is the wonderful bruise on their left cheek after I punch their face. That goes for people who go near me, try to touch me, or try to look at my monitor. The earphones and my yellow Nike jacket with its hood up should be a sign already. Off limits.

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The Actuarial Career

It's again the quarterly meeting for the members of the actuarial community. Here in my seat I see less than 100 people socializing with each other, establishing new connections or trying to maintain some. I personally am a newbee at this. This is my second time to attend an assembly and the only thing I can do right now is mingle with my peers and try to study other people. It is at times like these that I feel proud of the career path I chose to pursue. There are only a few of our bright minds here in the Philippines which means that there's always somewhere to go, career wise. Some sacrifices, however, may include sleepless nights from nonstop studying; and occasional mental and emotional breakdown from balancing your work load, exam study schedule, and social life (sometimes the last one gets scrapped altogether). It's a long hard road to be an Actuary but I'm sure I'll get there someday, hopefully before I get married. Eyes on the prize. That's all I need to think about. Or maybe I can think of the salary incease for each passed exam. I guess that's not too bad. :)

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Revival

What better way to revive my blog than to post something about my current hobby: Fashion Blogging!


I like to call myself fashionable. Not fashion model/designer type of fashionable, just out of ordinary fashionable. I recently joined two fashion blog websites, Chictopia and Lookbook, except I'm more active in CT than LB. I'm trying to work my way into Style Council. Hopefully I'll be able to achieve that in a few months. This new hobby helped me explore more styles and new combinations of my clothes. It's very challenging and exciting at the same time. I've developed a need to take full body pictures of myself when I like what I'm wearing, which is often. Here are some samples:

Obviously I'm still a newbee with noob shots and poses. Super fail ako! But I do believe I'll improve over time. I've also been active in their forums and I particularly liked answering this one question.


How has your style changed?
I started to dress up in high school. I always watched TV and read magazines to keep up with the trends, nothing permanent yet. I got to explore more in college, and finally discovered my own personal style after I started working. I’m so thankful that we’re allowed to wear casual wear to work. That means I’m allowed to wear ANYTHING I want, minus my shorts and short skirts. I’m obsessed with prints which I sometimes attribute to my wanting to stand out. I hate boring and dull clothes and colors. After I started working, my closet was suddenly overflowing with printed tops and dresses. I eventually realized that I needed to balance out my wardrobe with basics and I’m still in the process of completing my basics-to-buy list. I usually go for girly dresses and I have this mini-fetish with exposing too much legs. My personal style would be mostly a nice dress or something eye-catching and stylish at the top paired with shorts or skirts. Lately I’ve been obsessing over boots because of the rainy weather, but usually I complete my outfit with nice wedge shoes. :)

Jitters

I am one nervous wreck. What's going to happen now? I'll find out in two days. :|

Food Research

It all started at noon a few hours ago when my sister asked my mom about our lunch food. Mom said, "Spare ribs yan." So I asked my family if anybody knew why they were called "Spare Ribs". And since nobody was able to give me a decent answer, I started researching about it on the internet and here's what I found.


Spare ribs, or spareribs, come from the underbelly or side of the big--below the back ribs and above the pig's sternum. 


Term's Origins

There are many speculations on the origin of the term "spare rib" with Charles Perry as the most popular source. According to Perry, in the 17th century, the English used the word "ribs spare"---adapted from the German word "rippenspeer" referring to smoked pork loins. Spareribs.com reports "spare ribs" might have been the original term since the English used spears to cook these ribs or that the term "spare" refers to the small amount of meat found on this cut.

Very interesting info. On a side note, while I was browsing the internet I saw this really weird website. I posted the contents here but I think they're kind of PG-13 or R-18 or whatever. So here's the part where I'm supposed to warn kids about it.

WARNING.














You have been warned. See below.


Fur Burger - A juicy delicious part of the female body located below the navel and directly above the taint. Usually served warm with a generous portion of thighs.
Lick Lagger - The act of performing cunnilingus.
Chug Chowder - The act of performing fellatio.


What the fuck right? Americans. LOL




Sources:


http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tender%20loin

PG-13

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Girlfriend 101

One of my boy friends told me, "You girls really love to make things more complicated, don't you?"

In a split second, my female mind instinctively came up with at least 5 comebacks to that statement.  I thought of my boyfriend, then I answered, "Well yeah... I guess we do."


When I was in high school, I wasn't the type of girl that guys came after. I was the best girl friend; They came to me for advice because they thought that I was some kind of wise relationships-guru. Reading between the lines, that actually means that my love life back then was almost zero (because it wasn't) and I was a bit bitter about it but nobody noticed. Nevertheless, I can say that I was exposed to many immature relationships in the past. Senseless breakups, cheating on your girl, cheating on your two girls, the rebound girl, the f*ck buddy, you name it! I told myself that if I did get a chance to finally have a decent boyfriend, I will not take up the role of "nagging suspicious girlfriend". I will not be strict. I will trust when I say so. Back then, I used to say it this way: "I will be a friend." And in my... almost 4 years of girlfriend-ship, I learned that it is actually very very hard to keep that promise. Of course, there's still that possibility that your boyfriend might the nice good-two-shoes type yada yada yada, in which case your relationship would probably stay as boring as it is peaceful. Let's say for example your boyfriend was the normal  type. Normal can mean any of the following:
- A guy who is not showy in public. He probably gets embarassed easily when teased about his girlfriend.
- A guy who can spend more time with basketball, computer games, or tv than with you. And it's not a problem.
- A guy who flirts and thinks it's okay.
- A guy who is weight-concious about his girlfriend.
- A guy who does not always helps you carry your things.
- A guy who is not too sweet. He does not sing for you or make you poems or sick cheezy songs.
- Whatever you can think of that annoys you


If you have a normal boyfriend, then expect 100% that you will eventually go into suspicious nagging girlfriend mode. and you know what? That's not really your fault AS LONG AS you don't go beyond the line. There's this invisible nagging limit that is acceptable for most normal guys. You can start to get suspicious, check their phones or try to outwit them which WILL annoy them trust me. But that's okay. That is part of a healthy non-boring relationship. Do not, however, let the crazy female in you take control of your mind. We have what we call our instinct that will tell us when something is wrong. It is not, however, responsible for the crazy ideas that you think your boyfriend is doing behind your back. I personally went through something similar a few months ago and it was crazy. Thinking about it now it's actually all so funny and I can't believe I let myself get swayed with other people's ideas. A problem that could have been solved with a few simple conversations changed into something that had to be solved with added sarcastic remarks and much negativity. (Don't get me wrong. It was not all my fault.) SO I came up with the following conclusions.


1. Yes. We, girls, love to make things more complicated than it is. It is actually part of the roller-coaster ride we call a healthy relationship. Guys should accept that fact.
2. We can be easily affected with other people's thoughts especially when we are emotional. So when asking for advice, always approach with caution. Keep an open mind.
3. There is no better cure to a lover's quarrel than a decent open conversion. And some s*x. (Just kidding)
4. Never forget mistakes. Keep them in a little treasure chest in your mind for future reference. And by reference I don't mean that you're supposed to use them as emergency blackmail items but as lessons learned so that you don't make the same mistakes in the future.
5. Men are human. Stop with the crazy ideas. Half of them aren't even physically possible. 
6. When things get complicated, 70% of the time it is actually the fault of the woman.


So chill. Stop wasting time with too much anti-pain measures. When you get hurt, you probably deserve it.






"The funny thing is that we love to make life so complicated when the path to happiness is actually just straight ahead." - T.G.

Disclaimer: None of the photos are mine.

Angst.

What a miserable miserable life. I'm surrounded more by people I don't want to be friends with. Nobody will understand. Nobody wants to understand. I feel that life is boring. I feel that most people are shallow and they're sucking me down with them. I hate the fact that I choose to see the best in people. I hate..fake. I hate being nice. It used to be so fun when I wasn't such a good girl. I hate pretending to be nice to haughty user-like people. I hate stupid people who think I can't see their real intentions. I hate not talking about what's wrong with me. I hate people who don't care. I love talking. I was born to talk. I hate being left to solve my own problems. I hate people who think they're above me when they are so below me they practically look like dots. I am grossed out by people who ... I want to puke. Just thinking about those pacuteness-hiding-seductions are grossing me out. What a slut. I hate gang wars. I hate emotionally immature people. I hate people who think they're too smart for themselves. I hate pretentious people who I need to get along with. I hate girls who try to be beautiful when they're actually ugly inside and out. I hate goody-two-shoes who do more mental sin that bitches.