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Jul. 4th, 2010


Universal Studios Singapore's Shrek 4D Adventure - Best 4D Experience in All of Asia!

So, everyone's been making a fuss about the fourth Shrek movie. While I haven't seen it myself, I've been told it wasn't the best. The movie came out here while I was on a trip to Singapore where I experienced a different, and a whole lot better, kind of Shrek.

I'm talking about the Shrek 4D Adventure, one of the main attractions at the newly-opened Universal Studios in Singapore.

Behind the entrance to the attraction is Castle Far, Far Away
How it went -

It didn't require too much waiting time, which was great. They had two waiting areas, the first one was the actual queue, and after a quick few minutes in that line, they let you in this big indoors waiting room with screens, a few knick knacks from the movie (Hello, Pinocchio trapped in a box!) and for those of you who've been living under a rock and don't know who Shrek is, there's no need to worry as there is a storyteller who'd tell you a brief story of what already happened.

An adorable effigy of daddy Donkey and his baby Dronkeys

And as soon as that (kind of corny) intro is done, the doors to a large 4D theater open and you get settled in for a fun ride.

It starts out slowly with Shrek, Fiona and Donkey in an onion carriage (I don't know why either) ride heading back to Far, Far Away land. And then Donkey sneezes in your face! Anything that starts out with a sniffly Donkey spraying your face with snot is bound to be a hoot, I thought. And indeed, it was. From then on it was a wild and hilarious 10-minute chase with the ragtag crew that we all love made up of ogres, a donkey, fire-breathing dragons, a gingerbread man, Pinocchio and a not-so-typical prince charming. All in believable and fantastic 4D!

Someone's Dad

I came across this story tonight and I believe that it needs to be put out there.

Many times, I've been witness to hospital staff snapping at patients from the lower rungs of the social hierarchy (and being extra nice to foreign-looking patients in better clothing). It's a sad world when we think we can look down on people who we believe are beneath us.

I normally tell my friends who are about to start a career in the medical field that they should be doubly patient and never, ever be cross or highfalutin. It is when one is sick that he feels most vulnerable and miserable and a little empathy from the hospital staff would be highly appreciated.

Please read through and pass around if you wish.

This is a simple letter anonymously sent to a public clinic's office, and it goes:

A letter from the daughter of a sick man..Collapse )

Apr. 13th, 2010


Shopping is the key to world peace

"When I shop the world gets better, the world is better; and then it's not anymore and I have to do it again." -Rebecca Bloomwood, Confessions of a Shopaholic

At this, I am supposed to go: "Awww, shush now honey, it happens to the best of us. I'll help you." But no. Becky isn't exactly a person I can relate to or even sympathize with. She shops with such reckless abandon that to me, it fails to come off as endearing. What I want to say to her is: "You fucked up. Man up, lady."

Sorry, but I just can't imagine ever condoning someone, no matter how cute (she is pretty darn), who's always buried neck deep in debt for shopping too much. That is just crazy (yes, I'm a square).

But by golly, it works.

Last weekend, I was in the mood for some retail therapy so I set out bright and early to get things started. After a few hours, a lot of fitting and credit card abuse, I ended up with 2 lovely leather bags, a good pair of linen pants, a nice pair of jean leggings, light blue shorts, black shorts, a couple of cute shirts, and a bright pink yoga mat. (Please don't judge me.) Oh and an extra battery and a soft case for my camera.

Becky is quite right. The world gets better, the world IS better, after a day of shopping. :P

Apr. 8th, 2010


The Story of Bo

Hi, I'm Bo and I'm a stray.

To make it through the day, I beg for scraps from strangers and some of them take pity on me. I get a lot of hard stares and angry shouts for doing this, people usually shoo me away when they see me coming, the mean ones kick me or throw small objects at me so I get scared and scramble out of the way. Sometimes I have to sleep without eating for an entire day, but that's okay. Someone would eventually throw food at me or I can always rummage for leftovers in the trash bins.

I don't have place to stay. Every night, I find a safe and warm spot for me to sleep in. I have to find a spot hidden enough so I wouldn't be seen by those mean kids, not again. Not after the last time when they put me inside a sack, tied it and threw it in a dumpster. Good thing I was able to chew my way out, I ran away as fast as my little paws would carry me. It turned out okay because I was led to a much nicer neighborhood after it.

I don't have a human to call my own. Sometimes, I meet nice people who give me some food and water and play with me for a little while. I wag my tail at them, hoping that maybe one of them would like me enough to bring me home and I can stop being wary of the things around me, it gets scary sometimes.

Oh, I'd be so happy when that happens! I'd play with my human all day and I'll walk beside him everywhere he goes! I'd lick his face joyfully and wag my tail as hard as I can every time he comes home. It sounds fun! He would scratch my ears, rub my belly, and laugh whenever I get wriggly and excited! And at night, I'd cuddle up to him, I bet it'd be all warm and cozy.

No, it hasn't happened yet, but maybe one day, someday it will.

Feb. 10th, 2010


On a happier note..

Most of what I wrote about in the past few months can be summarized in one line that goes: whine, whine, whine, whine, whine. Been complaining too much, usually about little things like the internet not working properly, or bad service at a restaurant, or the rate my body is ballooning or life not being peachy keen.

Yes, there are a bajillion things not going right in this world, in my life and yours, but there are also a bajillion other things going just the way they're supposed to.

  • The internet may be running at a snail's pace, but hey, at least I get some idle time to write about it.
  • The service may be a bit slow at North Park, but they still gots the BEST jellyfish and century egg dish in town, no contest.
  • And while I may be fat (and growing exponentially so), I'm still kinda cute.

So why complain? There are more than enough reds and oranges and yellows and peaches to chase away the blues. ~_~

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Jan. 20th, 2010


Have You Met Igor?

Once, I had a dream. I dreamed of having a big-ass camera.

And I mean that literally, I actually dreamed of lugging a dSLR from one dream sequence to the next. The dream had me taking pictures of anything and everything around me, with the storyline focusing on the camera and how to use and utilize its features according to the different scenes.

I like saying that I took this dream as a sign of sorts to get a dSLR (anything to justify unnecessary spending).

And so the week after the dream, I did some Googling and consulted friends in the know. The conclusion? Except for one, everyone else voted to get a Nikon entry-level dSLR. My choices were D40, D40x, and the D3000, all entry-level Nikon cameras, all with stellar ratings. The next issue was the budget, how much should I shell out for a new hobby that I may or may not like, once tried? The solution to which was to get a slightly used one from TipidPC.

Cutting the story short, I got one last weekend.
Here be baby Igor*
Ain't that sweet?

In all honesty, I was partial to the D40x from the beginning. It's an upgraded version of the D40, it's cheaper than the D3000 and my favorite gadget reviews site gave it a 10 out of 10 rating. Perfect for a dSLR noob like me. ^_~

*name from the animated movie of the same title, christened by Bim. See the resemblance?
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Dec. 9th, 2009



Last night, I woke up in the middle of sleep wheezing heavily. Each breath that I took in was laborious and required every ounce of effort I had left in me. Sleep abandoned me as I lay there huffing and puffing the night away.

In the quiet of the night, I listened to my lungs clunk like an old engine being forced to start and sputter. The lack of oxygen in my brain made it even more muddled than usual. Silly thoughts were running (tumbling, more like) in my head and I was wondering what would happen in the morning if my lungs decided to collapse right then.

There wouldn't be any chance to say goodbye to everyone I want to say goodbye to. I guess I can do that in the afterlife, if there's such a thing. I thought about my stuff, what would happen to them. And then I thought about my life and what I've done with it; and I realize that there's not much to miss.

My breathing slowly returned to near normal after I took medicine, tiredness eventually took over and I drifted to a restless slumber.
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Dec. 4th, 2009


Back in The Day

Strange. It feels like I've forgotten to write from the heart. These days, I write with an audience in mind. I write thinking what their reaction would be, thinking about what they'd think about me and about what I wrote.

Because of this, I tend to avoid topics from the deep recesses of my being. Now, I steer clear of issues too emotional, ideas too controversial, and matters too personal. Why? For fear of rejection, for fear of confrontation, for fear of the truth.

It was only a few years ago when blogging only meant putting into words the things you find difficult to voice out in real life without trying to be funny, without trying to increase site traffic, without trying to gain any profit. Blogging was merely a pastime, not a profession. The internet community was much simpler then, with less walls, less barriers.

Back then, everyone wrote from the heart. People blogged about what they really thought, what they felt. Most everyone blogged about the things that mattered most to them, instead of what they think would matter to their readers.

I want those days back.

Nov. 26th, 2009


Channeling Mr. Scrooge (A Christmas Wishlist)

It's just a few days away until the 25th but I'm still not feeling the holiday cheer. At home, the tree and lights are already up, the city malls are bustling with holiday festivities, and reunions are being scheduled here and there. This particular holiday has been fantastically hyped up, like always, but it all feels flat somehow. There's none of that it's-the-most-wonderful-time-of-the-year vibe that I usually pair up with this time of the year.

Oh pshaw, don't listen to the Scrooge, I'm one year older but still none the wiser. Hey, it might not feel like Christmas yet, but so what? There will still be gifts come Christmas day.

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This post is dedicated to the fantastic, fabulous, gorgeous, generous AND overall awesome people who actually are thinking of getting me gifts this year. You are wonderful. And awesome. Oh, I already said that.

This Christmas would be jollier if I had these.

1. An external keyboard for my Nokia 5800
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Touch screens are fine and dandy, but after a while, it gets tedious to type in sentences. I want to be able to use my SmartPhone for more than just calling and listening to music. With a keyboard, I can take down notes, write email, and Plurk at work surf the web efficiently.

2. A mini watering can/spritzer.
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My recently acquired office plant, known as Bonggang Bonggang Bongbong (don't ask why), Bong for short, has been unhealthy as of late. I've had me my first dead stem this week. *sniff* Quite honestly, I have no idea how to take care of a plant (or any other living creature for that matter) and I've been using my tumbler to water it. It would be nice to have a mini-watering can/plant spritzer for it. So it doesn't die.

3. The entire Archie Americana Series
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I would be eternally grateful to anyone who finds me this set. I've only managed to salvage Best of the Forties, the others have unfortunately perished along with other childhood books when the roof leaked. The bookstores don't seem to carry this line anymore and that's just sad.

4. USB Powered Heated Gloves (Yes, they exist)
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It doesn't have to be as cute as this, but I won't complain if you find it, or something close to it.

Anyone who's worked with me, or has been with me in an air-conditioned room for extended periods of time, would know that my hands get insanely cold. My body can be perfectly warm but my hands would be stiff and deathly cold. These USB powered heated gloves would really, really be nifty to have around.

5. Fingerless Gloves
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Normal gloves make it very difficult to type, and they won't pay me around here unless I type. If USB powered heated gloves seem too frivolous, these fingerless cuties would be the next best thing.

6. A Wii nunchuck
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Wii Sports Boxing is a hoot. I've been playing against a bot because I have two Wiimotes but only one Wii nunchuck. Second hand ones would work just as well, and those are fairly priced over at TipidPC. And then we get ready to rumble.

7. Boy Bawang
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Vats of it. Adobo flavored Boy Bawang is my current favorite but I also like the garlic flavored ones. My new officemates munch on Boy Bawang (to them Boyboy) on a daily basis and the cornick love has infected me badly.


8. Candy Canes
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I. LOVE. THESE. I once bought a can of mini mint candy canes and decorated my cube with them. And as soon as cubicle judging was done, I ate each and every one of those minty hardened sugar. And had a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

And that's that. The things I want this Christmas. Aside from world peace, of course.

I'm infinitely cheerier about the holidays now.

Oct. 26th, 2009


You're scared of.. what now?

Everyone seems to be on a listing spree for the Halloween, so I thought to jump on the bandwagon.

October. It is the month that is usually linked to ghouls, dead people, the dark, and generally all things creepy. But those mentioned are fears common to most, there are truckloads of articles written about them already. I wanted a topic that's not as overused as the others, so after weighing my topic ideas, I settled on writing about people's weird fears (who am I kidding, this topic has already been used and abused). It was a toss up between the top five things we are all afraid of and this. And as always, I went with weird.

So here I present to you, the TOP 5 WEIRDEST FEARS, according to me:

First up, at number five, we have:

This one's pretty easy to figure out. As you probably already guessed, Bogyphobia is the fear of bogeys. While I too, am not very fond of the bogeyman, the term for this fear just gives me the LOLs. Couldn't anyone have thought of a better, less snicker-inducing name? Something more ominous sounding perhaps?

Next up on the list, at 4th place is:

Cacophobia's a bit harder to guess, by the name alone. It is, by definition, the fear of ugliness. You read it correctly. Ugliness is scary. How something like this can be an actual condition, I do not know.

Taking the 3rd spot, we've got:

This is the fear of.. -wait for it- ..chopsticks. I kid you not. There are actually people who balk at seeing those tiny little sticks. Imagine this person going to China . And dying.

Now on to the runner up, at number two is:

I salute you if you can read that out loud without fumbling the first time. Can you guess what this is a fear of? Ironically, hippopotomonstrosesquipedialiophobia is the fear of long words. Ironic, huh? Come on now, people-who-make-these-names-up, this was the only name you could think of? REALLY?!

Psychologist: "So.. what phobias do you have?"
Person with this phobia: "I have Hippopotomo-" *faints*

You just can't give them a break, can you?

And we are now down to last item on the list. This, ladies and gentlemen, has got to take the cake as the weirdest phobia of all time, bar none.

Taking the number one spot on this list is:

You will not see this coming. This phobia is the fear of.. peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. For srz. PEANUT BUTTER! *pauses and sighs* What more can I say?

Homer has it?

Well, that's that. The top five weirdest phobias I could find on the intarwebz. If you have any of these fears, I am very sorry, but you are weird. And slightly disturbing.

Runners up include: POGONOPHOBIA, the fear of beards; SYPHILOPHOBIA, the fear of.. you guessed it.. syphilis (I would like to think that we all suffer from this fear); and, PELADOPHOBIA, the fear of bald people (Mr. Clean looks like he can pummel you with a meat cleaver).

I'm not exactly one to criticize, because I am deathly afraid of stairs, specially winding ones in very close quarters. It's a weird combination of climacophobia and claustrophobia (someone, come up with a funny name for it already).

What about you, what are you weirdly afraid of?

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