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I WAS VIOLATED.

No, not sexually or anything like that. It happened last Sunday, on our supposed “big” Halloween party. After a week of disseminating the news about the get together, only 7 people ended up being there which sucks because I was really hoping everyone would come. Honestly, I’m fed up with the excuses. Valid or not, it’s still fucking disappointing. The event took place at our friend’s house and we got it all to ourselves.

We dressed up, put on some make up, and goofed around. Of course, a lot of photos were taken and 5/7 of us were really feeling the Halloween spirit! We ate tuna pasta, sisig and a lot of sweet stuff the whole night. We also watched MGB/Kababalaghan and it was not scary at all!

Everything went on smoothly when suddenly (maybe out of boredom or because Kababalaghan was a snooze fest) they’re all talking about rapture, Obama using the “microchip”, and the 7 years of whatever. I find the “end-of-the-world” stories quite interesting so I didn’t mind. But then the conversation jumped to the “second coming” of God, how in heaven we have mansions and gold, and how fucked up hell is. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? What just happened?! How did we end up talking about this? So I remained quiet, listening to them rant the night away. There was a lot of drama and crying, and that’s their way of unloading but I don’t know how I felt about it.

After that, I actually thought it was over. Little did I know that this one guy was just prepping to preach for 30 minutes (or more). He even got this small pamphlet and made us read passages one by one. He said he’s been itching to share the Gospel of the Lord ever since he met us. He also said that it wasn’t a coincidence that we were all there talking about the “good word” and I was thinking like DUH of course it’s not, we planned for this shit remember?

Again, I respect what everyone believes in. I do not judge or pick my friends because of their religions. I admit I laugh at some but that’s only if they do something absurd and stupid. The only thing that pisses me off is the way you force it on me even if I don’t want you to. I felt violated because I was pushed into a position that I didn’t want to be in. My whole being was screaming to get out of there but I stayed because I didn’t want to be rude and disrespectful. I may not believe in your God, but that doesn’t mean I am evil. I do shitty things as well but I do good most of the time because it’s the humane and right thing to do; not because I was told by the church, priest, pastor, or whoever.

I also realized and heard that some of our friends are still “praying” for us (my best friend) to get into the “right” path. I really thought we have this understanding even though we don’t talk about it. Guess I was wrong.

At first, I wasn’t sure if I’ll blog about it since a certain someone will get to read this and I don’t want to cause any hurt to anyone. But you know, sometimes, you have to stand up and say what’s on your mind even if you’re up against your friends. I mean, there I was thinking about their feelings but fuck, did they even think about mine? Didn’t they realize how awkward and uncomfortable it is for me or any non-believers for that matter to be stuck in that situation? That was hell for me, really. Next time, if they pull this shit again on us, I’ll just leave. I’d rather go home and spend my night alone than listen to things that I’ve heard hundred of times but never really cared about anyway.

This is my ground, that’s yours. Let’s leave it at that. Have you ever heard me say things and force you not to believe? As much as possible I don’t want to talk about faith because it’s a sticky subject and I don’t want to cause any trouble and disturbances. But really, now. Just please, for the love of your God, spare me.

It’s final! I will go as Pikachu to our first ever Halloween party! It’s not some big event or anything like that. Just a thing we (high school friends) wanted to do for the said holiday. Now you may ask how I got to this decision and be a cute ‘lil (well he’s little, I’m not. LOL) pokemon? Here it goes.

Initially, my best friend (Lawrence) wanted to go as Harry Potter and I in turn wanted to go as Hermione (Jon, our other friend, will probably go as Ron if ever) but since we do not have the right clothes to pass as a Hogwarts uniform, we didn’t push through with it. SHAME.

Totally lost and confused, I raided all the closet and space imaginable in my house to somehow get an idea for the costume. I opened boxes and big plastic bags to check out some clothes. Luckily, I found this:

It’s a long sleeved sweater with hoodie! The color is perfect and I instantly thought about the famous yellow cuddly monster. The problem was that logo in the middle so I thought I’ll just cover it up with a folder or something.

Yes, I know, it’s tacky as fuck but hell I needed to improvise. Got no cash and little time to prepare. My next step was to make his perky ears. And since I cannot buy that anywhere, I didn’t have a choice but to make it myself. I googled the instructions on how to make one, but it’s much more complicated and will have to make me spend some money so I just went on and did my thing. I’m not even creative at all and I got scared that I’ll mess it up. But after a bit of “nifty” handwork, this is my headgear masterpiece…

LOL Hey, don’t you dare judge! I swear it looks better in reality because it’s bright and really cute. Hihi! Now for the final touch, I’m gonna put big red circles on my cheeks using my Wet & Wild Luscious Red lipstick and put some yellow eye shadow then I’m good to go!

I can’t believe I’m so excited about this. I guess there will always be a kid inside of me. The party is tomorrow night at my friend’s place. I hope everyone will go there with their own unique costumes and we can all have some fun!

I’ll keep you posted as soon as possible. :)

LOLOMG! Well he’s not really my crush but I felt kilig when I got a mention from him on Twitter because he’s famous in the college hoops scene. For those who do not know, he plays for the University of Santo Tomas Growling Tigers and pretty good at that. :)

I’ve been obsessing about getting a whiter skin for months. I don’t know how it started but up to now I’m really trying to get a fairer complexion. I’m not saying I want to have like a vampire-ish whiteness, just lighter than my normal color. I used to be really maputi when I was a kid! I got this Chinese/Japanese vibe going on. My heart breaks when I see my baby pictures. My skin color was to die for! LOL!

Anyway, first I used this Spa Salt thing. But I stopped because I got lazy and it made me spend a lot of time in the bathroom which I hate. So I switched to using whitening lotions.

I like this because it smells heavenly! Also, it’s not sticky. It was actually an accident on how I got to know about this product. My Avon selling block mate was hounding me to buy something and I sort of pitied him so I bought this lotion not knowing that it was awesome. So I was really happy I wasn’t ripped or anything. Haha!

But now, since my supply got depleted and I don’t know any Avon people near where I live, I again switched to another product:

This smells alright also but my previous lotion smelled better. It’s not sticky as well so that’s a plus for me. My friend, Andion, uses this (main reason why I chose this) and he’s so flawless! There’s this one night and we saw him walking under his umbrella and he was glowing. I’m not kidding at all! My self-esteem gets a beating when I see him because he’s got really good skin and to think I’m the girl here. Now, I hope this works on me as well. But he said he’s been using it for more than a year already. So, 11 months to go? 

That’s all there is to share about my “skin care”. Never in my life have I ever thought that I’ll write a blog about vanity but god damn here it is. If my friends read about this, I’ll never hear the end of their teasing. Or maybe not? I don’t know anymore. Haha! How about you? What’s your skin care secret? :)

Wow, I’m in the mood to blog today! I don’t know why but I’m gonna seize the chance before I get too lazy again. Hihi!

So, let me tell you about what happened to my interview last Monday. First, there was a call from the Manager of Starbucks Greenhills Promenade. I applied before but I turned it down already because I didn’t really want to work there anymore. Unfortunately, my mom was the one who answered the phone so I had no choice but to take it since she was pretty much shoving my ass to work already. In my most unenthusiastic voice, I said yes. He scheduled me at 10 AM.

Monday came and I woke up at 5. I planned to get out of the house by 7. I figured there’s gonna be hell of a traffic because of the Monday morning rush hour and the endless road construction of the Maynilad and MMDA along Ortigas Extension. Better early than late, at least I’ll get to relax and freshen up before I face the interviewer. Also, I was gonna ride the bus and that makes my travel time longer or so I thought. Anyway, I was on my way and got in the bus at 7:20. We stopped at several loading and unloading stations but there was no traffic at all. Ok fine, maybe a little, going to Ever and Rosario but other than that we rode smoothly along the way. Imagine my horror when I saw the Greenhills Center sign and it was only 8:30. Needless to say, I was too fucking early and all the stores were still closed so I can’t pass the time anywhere else. I grudgingly walked towards the Starbucks store and cursed my stupidity. I arrived there and sat down at the table outside. Even the security guard was still not on duty. We we’re both sitting there and we both tried to start a little conversation to break the ice.

Fast forward to 10 AM…

Good thing though, the interview was on time so I didn’t have to wait much longer. We shook hands and the first thing he said was: “Bakit ang aga mo? Anong nangyari?” I laughed really hard because of the way he asked me and the tone of his voice. Well honestly, the mere question was funny enough for me. I answered: “Ok lang po, ok na maaga kesa po ma-late.” He asked me the usual interview questions like why do I want to work for the company (which I don’t, really), my experiences in school and on-the-job training and all that. I was bullshitting him. I was giving him practiced answers like I was in a beauty pageant. I don’t know if he caught up with me or he was smitten by my lies. Anyway, the interview lasted 20 minutes. He told me he will summarize and assess my answers, forward it to the HR, then if I pass they’ll call me for another interview with the District Manager. 

The only good thing that happened to me that morning was that the Happy Lemon store was just beside Starbucks. I’ve been dying to try their product so even if I’m kinda short in cash, I went to buy one of their signature drinks: Cocoa with Rock Salt and Cheese. It was really delish! So creamy and chocolate-y, though it would be better if it was a little more salty. I think I can make a request to make my drink that way ‘cause in my receipt there’s 100% sweetness indicated. Maybe if I said like 50% sweet 50% salty or whatever it would be possible. Oh well, too late now. But it tasted good so I’m not complaining. Next time, I’ll try their Lemon Yakult yada yada with Aloe something. I’ve read it’s good as well.

Also, that day was the Game 1 of the NCAA Finals. I didn’t think my aunt got me a ticket but she texted me after the interview so I went to her house first then we watched the game together at the Smart Araneta Coliseum. Sadly, we lost. But it was fun and exciting. Nothing beats basketball adrenaline for me! 

It was a long Monday for me. Went home tired and aching all over. My left foot still hurts up to now. Shit. Anyway, will blog again in a little while. :)

 

You wouldn’t know who Peeves was.
You wouldn’t know how the Weasley Twins made WWW coming from a poor family.
You wouldn’t know about Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
You wouldn’t know much about the Marauders.
You wouldn’t know about Voldemort’s past.
You wouldn’t know the TRUE meaning of “Always.”
You wouldn’t know much about Neville’s past.
You wouldn’t know much about Remus and Nymphadora.
You wouldn’t know about Teddy.
You wouldn’t know or understand the struggle of Draco Malfoy.
You wouldn’t know what really went on at the Quidditch World Cup.
You wouldn’t know much about Snape’s past.
You wouldn’t know or understand the true depth of Harry’s relation with Sirius.
You wouldn’t know about Winky.
You wouldn’t know about Dobby and his sacrifices.
You wouldn’t know much about Horcrux’s.
You wouldn’t know about how the final Horcrux happened and how it was destroyed.
You wouldn’t know anything about Luna’s room.
You wouldn’t know about Dean in Shell Cottage.
You wouldn’t know that Harry repaired his own wand and returned the Elder Wand to its original place.
You wouldn’t know about the true importance of the Deathly Hallows.
You wouldn’t know about S.P.E.W.
You wouldn’t know about Harry, Ron and Hermione’s O.W.L grades.
You wouldn’t know that Dudley said to Harry: “I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”
You wouldn’t know who Snuffles is.
You wouldn’t know that Weasleys came to pick Harry from Dursleys for Quidditch World Cup.
You wouldn’t know how Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody died.
You wouldn’t know that the curse that chopped George’s ear off was actually Snape trying to cut another Death Eater’s wand.
You wouldn’t know the creatures Lupin introduced in third year, like the Grindylow.
You wouldn’t know what happened to Buckbeak.
You wouldn’t know that Draco and Tonks are cousins.
You wouldn’t know how to get to the kitchen.
You wouldn’t know that Stan Shumpike became a Death Eater.
You wouldn’t know about Sirius’ mum’s portrait.
You wouldn’t know how Remus became a werewolf.
You wouldn’t know about Victorie & Teddy.
You wouldn’t know Tonks’ parents.
You wouldn’t know Fred’s complete death.
You wouldn’t know Neville’s parents at St. Mungo’s.
You wouldn’t know about the apparating sessions.
You wouldn’t know how Firenze took place of Divination teacher for a while.
You wouldn’t know much about anything.