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December 7, 2011

Your Evil Plan

Have you ever thought you were a supervillain? I have. I often dream that I am a superhero as well, with some villain tendencies. Say, the reluctant hero or something.. LOL

Anyway, my friends Peanut and Feyoh had a bit of fun via this website called DarkSites.com which has this Evil Guide Plan. I pray that you are even a little bit open minded and just don’t call exorcists or something because I don’t know, perhaps you might like it as well.

I believe there are two kinds of people in this world: superheroes and (super)villains. Still, it doesn’t really matter which kind of person you are, as long as you are a person and you are reading this blog post, then I am cool with that.

Below is what I got out of the generator. I am positively tickled! Have fun!

Congratulations on being the creator of a new Evil Plan ™!
Your objective is simple: destroy the earth.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: evil – it’s my nature

Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first incinerate a Superman. This will cause the world to sense a grave disturbance in the force, horrified by your arrival. Who is this Demon Straight Out of Hell? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in a Supervillain Costume with Gimmicks?

Stage Two
Next, you must obliterate the Moon (ooh, tides!). This will all be done from a underground secret headquarters of doom, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will leap from the nearest window, as countless hordes of winged monkeys hasten to do your every bidding.

Stage Three
Finally, you must unleash your opening of the seven seals, bringing about an Unending Cacaphony of Screams. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare roll his or her eyes. Everyone will bow before your Mind-Boggling Insanity, and the world will have no choice but to make you their god.

 

 

 

 

Pinky: Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?
Brain: The same thing we do every night, Pinky – try to take over the world!

December 1, 2011

Conversations with Life: Strategy for Life

Here’s a tough one.

The Post a Day question of the day is something that has baffled me and I presume most of the world as well. It goes:

Explain your strategy for life: Explain your strategy for life. Why are you here? What do you hope to achieve? What matters most to you, at work, at play, or at home? How did you come to develop your approach to living? Which parents, friends, aliens or spirits influenced your choices about how to live?

The questions here remind me of the book “Sophie’s World” by Jostein Gaarder, which happens to be one of my favorites. The book has this main question “Who are you?” which Sophie tries to answer.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

What do you hope to achieve?

Explain your strategy for life.

???

Doesn’t that make your head hurt? More questions!! If I was interviewed and I had to answer these questions and more, I believe the conversation would go like this:

Who are you?

Well, I am a mother by day, superhero by night, lover by midnight, bookworm, movie addict, crackberry addict, technophile, watchamacallit-phile.

Are you sure?

Uhhh… yes?

Is that an answer or a question?

Uhhh… no?

So you’re not sure?

Uhhh… can we skip this question?

Okay, why are you here?

I… I… I was not supposed to be here, but my mother and father got carried away, and *poof!* I was conceived!

No, why are YOU here?

Uhhh… I am here to be a mother to my kids?

Is that another question?

Uhhh… no?

Are you still unsure?

I am here because I was created by God and I have a purpose in life!

Really? So, what do you hope to achieve?

World domination!

Are you sure?

Dude, that was just a joke. I just want to create a virus that would wipe out the whole World Wide Web. And help kitties and kids.

Really?

Why so many questions?

What do you hope to achieve?

Right now, I simply want to provide for my family, have a little nest egg or something, and eventually go to the mountains, be a hermit, raise goats, pigs, and chupacabras.

Are you sure?

Uhhh… not again! Next question please!

Explain your strategy for life.

Live.

What?

My strategy in life is to live.

Explain.

Uhhh… if I had a concrete strategy in life, I believe I would be focusing so much on the strategy and not in the act of living. So my strategy in life is simply living. Ride the tide, dude, make the most of my life as it is short. I wish to do all I can for my children and my family. Love my friends till their eyes pop. Laugh until I snort or until I faint from lack of oxygen. Love like I have never loved before. Read books. Watch movies. EAT. Travel when possible. Give back to the community. Make more friends. Touch lives. Help those in need. Be messy but organized. Write everything down. Accept mistakes past decisions and choices without regret.

Sounds like a tall order.

Well… I think that is just the half of it. I think.

So you haven’t written your strategy down?

Do I really need to write one word down? L.I.V.E.

All right! Thank you for your time. Please send in the next person to be tortured. Perhaps a Miss Feyoh, Jae or a Pebbles might be sitting outside. Thank you!

And that is all.

Now I go back to work. Cheers!!

April 5, 2011

This issue with ADULTHOOD

I never thought the day would come when I would call myself an adult. Well, so far, that day has not come yet, but I do realize that I am one – not that I would admit.

The Daily Post asks us “When did you realize you were an adult? (If you haven’t yet, when do you think you will?)

I honestly do not see the need to be an adult. Okay, maybe certain situations demand that we become adults only because we have to take responsibilities for our actions at a certain point in this life without exactly having our mommies or daddies to back us up. Some people become adults at a very young age, simply because they have to.

For some reason, I seem to have this idea that being an adult is something that you really do not want to be. Sure, during your early years, you may have wanted to be an adult because it seems that adulthood has all the promises of freedom. But then again, these things do come with a price.

My day to day activities have convinced me that I am not an adult. My frame of mind is still stuck somewhere between cartoons and toys, and if you check out my work desk at my office, you will see that I do have LOTS of toys on my monitor and CPU. I also immediately grab the nearest copy of animated flicks and even roll around the grass blowing bubbles in the air together with my kids.

My kids.

Whenever I think of my kids, I realize that I am an adult. I have preschoolers, for crying out loud!

Yes, I realized that I am an adult five years ago.

But that does not mean I cannot have fun!

Because all those pleasures of life are often enjoyed when you are young at heart. šŸ˜‰

I know. I’m rambling.

Good night!

P.S. Here’s another excellent explanation on growing up and being an adult which I can relate to.

April 3, 2011

Whats on my bookshelf?

 

My friend inspired me to write this post because she gave the world a look of her old books and new bookshelf.

Okay, so in our current bedroom, we have 2 walls that have shelves and a kind of cabinet at the bottom. Technically the room is not ours so I cannot demolish things as of the moment. The shelvs we have divided into two, half of which contains MY clothes – yes, all of my clothes fit a quarter of a wall.

The other half is filled with books that I have collected over the last 2 years. I left a huge box of books at our old house, because there is simply no space for me to stash them. I did have this room at the old house that was filled with 2 more shelves of books too. Harharhar

I do not have a picture of my bookshelf right now, but the books that you can find on my shelf is a huge mix. Seriously. I have books by E.L. Doctorow, Stephen King, Jeffery Deaver seated right next to Robert Fulghum. Then I have computer textbooks right next to Drury & Tillet‘s The Occult: Sourcebook of Esoteric Wisdom. Then I have Shel Silverstein next to a couple of Harlequin Blaze paperbacks, dictionaries and books on classical mythology right next to Jonathan Stroud books. I also have a couple of new age books, a book on herbs, a couple of poetry books, short stories on love next to The Indie Band Survival guide. I also have Gaardner, classic novels like Great Expectations, a couple of compilation books of fairy tales and short stories, autobiographical books like Melville (I had one of Henry the Eighth in gilded hardback but I gave it to a friend). I also have Mitch Albom, Robert Ludlum, Elizabeth Gilbert, Ovid Demaris, Frederick Forsythe, Melissa de la Cruz and Paulo Coelho.

Yes, it is a mix. And that was just my current shelf. Most of the books I have already read. Some are new old books which I got from this sale. I love thrifting for books… did I tell you that?

Anyway, I also have a lot of ebooks that I need to finish. Hardeeharhar.

I am currently reading Rick Riordan’s “The Lost Hero.” Dude, it is so good! I cannot wait for the next installment, and I am just half-way since I started yesterday.

Mythology and me, we be friends. Which is why I kind of like to devour Riordan’s books. If only I could purchase the whole collection of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, I would be in heaven.

And that is all. šŸ™‚

 

P.S. Did I ever tell you I always wanted my own library??

March 27, 2011

Kitchen woes

nullHere I am sitting in front of the computer thinking of what to do next.

I just asked my husband what we will be having for dinner, and his reply was his usual response, “mala^ nimo “. It is up to you, he said.

Damn it.

I have a confession to make.

I am not the most domesticated wife in the planet. My husband knew that when he signed up to be my other half, because my late grandmother made that very clear. Yep, she even made it extremely clear to my would-be in-laws (all relative in laws who would listen) that I was not talented in that are – cooking and cleaning. Still, I think I managed to get by. I do know how to cook some, clean some, and some some.

My husband is worse. If I am undomesticated, he… well, he’s like the Undomesticated Monster. Okay so maybe he can clean up better than I can, but he feels like cleaning every, say, 6-7 months. I, on the other hand, attempt to clean but my cleaning style is what many have classified as “organized chaos.” He can also cook… he can cook eggs and instant noodles. But that is just about it.

Cooking-wise, I would like to think that I can cook, if I knew what I was going to cook. My biggest problem is actually deciding what to cook. I do not claim to be a pro at this, but at least I can deliver something edible every now and again.

I have reasons for not following this desire to cook (I do want to cook, ya know). Some of my reasons are as follows:

a) we have one table-top stove. Good for cooking food one at a time
b) cooking requires money, and unfortunately I am not that rich, so all those nice dishes I want to cook – no.can.do.
c) we do not have a refrigerator. This means that if I cook something, it would have to be something that will go away at the end of the meal. This also means I cannot keep ingredients to stay fresh long enough.
d) my husband and his family have simple tastes. This means that there have been instances when I cooked something familiar to me but foreign to them… well, they are not THAT adventurous.

So again… I asked my husband what would be our dish for this fine evening.

He said, it is still up to me.

I, on the other hand have no clue whatsoever as to what to prepare.

After the disaster of making mutant brownies, I have resigned to seeking instructions and preparing myself well before diving in and making anything close to edible. Yes, I am a wuss like that.

But that still does not solve my problem.

What to feed these people?

How da heck do I do this?

ARGH! *bang head here*

March 11, 2011

Talk to me, Bugs Bunny!

DailyPost asks us today “If you could bring one fictional character to life for a day, who would you choose?”

I tried to think of a lot possible nice fictional characters that I would bring to life even for a day. For what, you ask? I have no idea, but it would be cool if they would come to life even for a while.

I could have chosen from a lot of inspiring, awesome, and cool fictional characters, but none of them really catches my interest that much aside from my favorite character, Bugs Bunny.

Not a lot of people like Bugs Bunny. I know. But I have loved him since I was a kid and never really stopped liking Bugs.

For one, his witty remarks make me laugh all the time, and his has this sassy style that makes him so cool for me. It’s like he has answers for almost everything that comes his way, and doesn’t really run away from problems, but even tries to cause more chaos.

IF he were to be with me – hopefully not as a silent bunny but in Bugs Bunny form, I wouldn’t sit with him and just talk. No. I think I would gallivant around town and just have fun.

But that’s just me.

If you were to answer the question, what would you say? Or better yet, what would you do?

February 13, 2011

Hi, my age is – what?

For some people, age is EVERYTHING.

They tell others a different number whenever asked about their age. But me, I often just say it out loud.

Sure, sometimes I wail about how fast time flies and that my brother is now 20 going 21, when I was just helping him out figure out girls when he was 16.

Then there’s the matter of my children.

My daughter is 5.

My son is turning 4 in two days.

I am 26.

See? I just told you my age. ;))

But the funny thing is that when I tell people that I am married with two kids at 26, they would not believe me. I guess my age does not show in the way I look! Lucky me! I still get shocked reactions or gaped mouths in disbelief whenever I do tell them the truth. Some think I am pulling their legs, but no. I am proud of who I am and what I have done even at my young age.

Besides, age is but a number. What matters most is the life you’ve lived in those numbers.

February 13, 2011

Super intelligent or extremely good looking?

The daily question that I missed yesterday asked about whether or not I would rather be super intelligent or extremely good looking.

This question is easy.

I would choose to be super intelligent.

Why?

Because…

a) If I was super intelligent, I could easily find a way to make myself look good.
b) I may not be extremely good looking, but I think I am just about right! LOL
c) I don’t know, brains just trumps beauty for me. What can you do in life if you are extremely good looking?
d) I can rule the world if I was super intelligent. If I was extremely good looking, what would I do? Sit there and just look pretty?

Oh well, toldya. Easy peasy.

 

 

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February 12, 2011

Word.

I love words.

I think that is obvious especially if you know me personally. Why so? Well, for starters, I write, write, write. Then I read, read, read. But I guess most of all I am quite chatty.

But if I were to choose my favorite word, it would be,

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

because of Mary Poppins, and it is perhaps the first really long word that I learned back when I was just beginning to make friends with words, music, and songs.

Taken from Urban Dictionary

 

It took me a couple of years before I ran into the word, if it is a word anyway, which is “buruguduystunstugudunstuy”. This was back in high school where it was used as an album title or something.

My least favorite word, on the other hand would perhaps be … well, I cannot think of any word that I detest. Perhaps I do have one, but seeing that it is already 12:13 in the morning, I am already quite sleepy.

Aaaand.. I guess that is my cue. I shall go snooze now. My brain is killing me.

*DailyPost.*

February 8, 2011

A teacher doesnt always have to be a Teacher

I do not want to talk about the worst teacher I ever had.

If we are talking about a teacher who has earned a degree in teaching who I have deemed as the worst in my experience, then perhaps there have been a few. No names, just… things or quirks about teachers that are a bit humorous, bordering at annoying, but not exactly to the point of being the worst. After all, we are all teachers in our own right, especially when we try to teach somebody how to do things. Ergo, we are still teachers. So I refuse to bash. ;]

I do, have a number of teachers who have their quirks that make them standout. If you allow me, I shalll point out these eccentricities and mannerisms that make my teachers my own.

  • Teacher A writes on the whyte board from one side to another of a whole room. All she does is write, write, and write. In the end, we copy, copy, copy. Basically, that is all that I did throughout the semester. COPY.
  • Teacher B says “so… ah” Ā a lot, lot, lot! My friends and I soon did what all students do when they have teachers like these: We counted the number of “so..ah” in a session. Yay!
  • Teacher C says there is a 15 minute chance for us to come to class without being late. BUT she closes the classroom door 10 minutes before the time! I guess she doesn’t want any students then?
  • Teacher D has a nice round bum. She points it out to all of us on a regular basis. LOL
  • Teacher E gives exams that have essays at the back. ONLY you have to make sure that your essays are composed of paragraphs in the book memorized word-for-every-painful-word.
  • Teacher F loves to climb up the desk and actively demonstrates the difference of gravity and free falling objects. As well asĀ centripetalĀ force. I just love physics!
  • Teacher G makes us cook and sew. All the time she just listens to the radio.

Okay, it isn’t really that bad. I think I turned out okay despite all the wackiness I experienced at school.

You are not allowed to bash my teachers because my teachers are wonderful despite their moments.

This is not a post to bash teachers, rather to see them as human beings despite being taught that they are monkey- or child-eating bionic humans.

At the end of my scholastic years, I still tear up whenever I hear “To Sir, With Love” by Lulu. I guess this is what you get if your grandmother’s a teacher, your grandfather’s a teacher, and you grew up with them!

*Yet another entry for DailyPost.*