I can't sleep and it's all because of a guy from the US Marines. We met online just a few days ago and I must say he's been on my mind ever since. He is a very funny guy and he messaged me with an intro that goes beyond the typical hey. And we have talked about the apocalypse and weird stuffs like aliens and chupacabras. And he has been calling me baby ever since.. There's definitely something about this guy that makes me want to jump on the next flight to Okinawa Japan in the soonest time as possible to meet him. Hahaha! I even checked the Philippine airlines if they have flights from Manila to Okinawa. Hahaha! What was I thinking anyway? It's beyond rational. I'm not even sure if this guy is dead serious about me and knowing that the marines has a reputation of being a womanizer.
I'm really cray about this guy and it actually makes me kinda sad that he's offline today, must be because he's having drills or whatever. The thing I love about talk
ng to him is that I can tell him almost everything like things I don't normally tell people...
Well if this goes ok, I guess I'm on my way to Okinawa in October. Hahaha! What's happening to me???
Friday, August 30, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Living my American-house dream
I am about to rebuild my house the American-way!
As a kid, I have this screaming enthusiasm watching movies of American families living on an American abode with the typical and timeless white picket fence touches. Whether it's the brood from Yours, Mine and Ours movie or the Perron family from The Conjuring, my fascination in anything built the classic American way is beyond.
The architecture that I'd like to imitate is the ranch-style cottages post-Civil war. They have the "Anne-of-Green-Gables" element in them and I definitely love the simplicity and how serene these houses look. And yet, they hold so much stories in them like tea time while the Red Coats are marching outside their colonial windows. Imagine red and gold maple trees swinging in the gentle wind of the suburban.
And now.. I have finally gathered enough moolah to renovate our 1950's Manila-styled house which my brother and I inherited from our grandparents. Luckily enough, I have all the "say" when it comes how I would like our porch to look, or how I want three bathrooms instead of just two.. Even the paint-scheme is going to be mine! :) How's that for lucky?
So today, I met up with an engineer slash architect for the renovation bidding because somebody tipped me on how efficient it would be if you have a contractor who would be able to bring your dream house into stones, make sure you have the fireproof, well-ventilated home and most especially to cut costs in every aspect. Plus, you get to have your house on guarantee.
Earlier this day, the contractor took the measurements of our house, asked how I want the lay-out to look like and made necessary plan adjustments regarding our perimeter wall. He made a rough drawing and told me that he's going to hand me the plan come Friday, I think. And from there, I'm going to see if it would be cheaper if I let him do the project.
The thing about bidding is that you get to compare the price given by the contractor against how much you are going to allot if you will do the renovation by your own. So I hope that it would cost me less if I hire the contractor.
With the plan that he's going to hand over on Friday, I expect him to itemized the materials separately for the roof, the ceiling, the flooring, plumbing, the rewiring and the paint so I can decide if I want to make alterations.
I greatly expect that come mid-August, we'll be able to start the renovation. It would be my birthday gift to myself. I'm feigning with excitement. I even brought books for research! Hehe.
Wish me luck, I'm going to need it,
Joanne
As a kid, I have this screaming enthusiasm watching movies of American families living on an American abode with the typical and timeless white picket fence touches. Whether it's the brood from Yours, Mine and Ours movie or the Perron family from The Conjuring, my fascination in anything built the classic American way is beyond.
The architecture that I'd like to imitate is the ranch-style cottages post-Civil war. They have the "Anne-of-Green-Gables" element in them and I definitely love the simplicity and how serene these houses look. And yet, they hold so much stories in them like tea time while the Red Coats are marching outside their colonial windows. Imagine red and gold maple trees swinging in the gentle wind of the suburban.
So today, I met up with an engineer slash architect for the renovation bidding because somebody tipped me on how efficient it would be if you have a contractor who would be able to bring your dream house into stones, make sure you have the fireproof, well-ventilated home and most especially to cut costs in every aspect. Plus, you get to have your house on guarantee.
Earlier this day, the contractor took the measurements of our house, asked how I want the lay-out to look like and made necessary plan adjustments regarding our perimeter wall. He made a rough drawing and told me that he's going to hand me the plan come Friday, I think. And from there, I'm going to see if it would be cheaper if I let him do the project.
The thing about bidding is that you get to compare the price given by the contractor against how much you are going to allot if you will do the renovation by your own. So I hope that it would cost me less if I hire the contractor.
With the plan that he's going to hand over on Friday, I expect him to itemized the materials separately for the roof, the ceiling, the flooring, plumbing, the rewiring and the paint so I can decide if I want to make alterations.
I greatly expect that come mid-August, we'll be able to start the renovation. It would be my birthday gift to myself. I'm feigning with excitement. I even brought books for research! Hehe.
Wish me luck, I'm going to need it,
Joanne
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Gone are the weird. Gone are the indie
I'm pretty much unrealistically-optimistic most of the time. Like I can always imagine that pin-size light at the end of every dark tunnel I'm in. But being 99 percent human I am, my happy balloon gets deflated too.
People nowadays tend to be so "me" generated. And to put it in a modernized manner, people today are the worst selfie-generation that's ever walked the earth. They're all after facebook, twitter, and that faux-photography thing called "Instagram." It's all about being able to swim with what's currently trending even if it means faking for it.
When you roam around the Metro, try counting how many people are using Blackberry or the latest Iphone in the market. And you'll surprisingly notice that almost all can afford these two cellphones which are formerly classified as luxury. But then, try to ask these people how much moolah are in their bank accounts and they'll tell you that they're on post-paid.
And look over that guy with the wheels. Yes, he's got the wheels. And many girls would see this as an instant pogi point. Ask if he's willing to drive you up North and he'll tell you yes, but the gas is yours, honey.
"There's a new cupcake shop in town!" And girls wearing uniformly-styled dresses would pose with their sweet treat via Instagram. The saddest part was: before, it was all about giving thanks to the Lord because of the blessing that He has laid before you; today, it's all about posting the picture as quickly as possible for the entire Milky Way to know that you are indeed "in."
Another condominium is on the rise. And a few yuppies, "still-newbies" on their way up to the corporate ladder would come and brag about how much installation they've invested in one square of a room minus the ventilation. What a pity. Ask if they can afford to have a permanent residence with a clean BIR-processed and RD-verified title in ten years and they'll stir you to how big is the swimming pool of their condo.
Girls would go gaga over NBA, would even have the nerve to bet for money and boy-cringing attention. Ask if they knew how "their" team won with all the matching technicalities, I bet you'll hear the crickets croak. Poor girls.
And look at those "pa-conyo" local employees of Makati and Eastwood. Wearing the same braces, donning the same large purses and possesses the same credit card balances. They're even color-coded most of the time. Disgusting.
And look how those girls love having their hair colored the blondest way possible. They all look deranged Barbies.
What I hate about this world the most is how people tend to sugar-coat everything. How they become clones of a society which doesn't have enough to boast aside from being liked as if it's on Facebook.
Another thing is how big deal your relationship status is on Facebook. Like everyone cares. It's all about telling the whole world:
"LOOK AT ME! I'M SUCH A SWEET GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND! WE'RE SO MEANT TO BE! COME AND BE HAPPY FOR US!"
How self-centered.
It's madness. Nowadays, every single tick of the clock will actually cost you heaps of superficiality.. once you've followed the "trending" norm. And before you know it, you've meta morphed into a social-climber clone. You have lost your sense of who you really are.. before the world knew Instagram.
Gone are the weird. Gone are the indie.
Take a grip of yourself.
People nowadays tend to be so "me" generated. And to put it in a modernized manner, people today are the worst selfie-generation that's ever walked the earth. They're all after facebook, twitter, and that faux-photography thing called "Instagram." It's all about being able to swim with what's currently trending even if it means faking for it.
When you roam around the Metro, try counting how many people are using Blackberry or the latest Iphone in the market. And you'll surprisingly notice that almost all can afford these two cellphones which are formerly classified as luxury. But then, try to ask these people how much moolah are in their bank accounts and they'll tell you that they're on post-paid.
And look over that guy with the wheels. Yes, he's got the wheels. And many girls would see this as an instant pogi point. Ask if he's willing to drive you up North and he'll tell you yes, but the gas is yours, honey.
"There's a new cupcake shop in town!" And girls wearing uniformly-styled dresses would pose with their sweet treat via Instagram. The saddest part was: before, it was all about giving thanks to the Lord because of the blessing that He has laid before you; today, it's all about posting the picture as quickly as possible for the entire Milky Way to know that you are indeed "in."
Another condominium is on the rise. And a few yuppies, "still-newbies" on their way up to the corporate ladder would come and brag about how much installation they've invested in one square of a room minus the ventilation. What a pity. Ask if they can afford to have a permanent residence with a clean BIR-processed and RD-verified title in ten years and they'll stir you to how big is the swimming pool of their condo.
Girls would go gaga over NBA, would even have the nerve to bet for money and boy-cringing attention. Ask if they knew how "their" team won with all the matching technicalities, I bet you'll hear the crickets croak. Poor girls.
And look at those "pa-conyo" local employees of Makati and Eastwood. Wearing the same braces, donning the same large purses and possesses the same credit card balances. They're even color-coded most of the time. Disgusting.
And look how those girls love having their hair colored the blondest way possible. They all look deranged Barbies.
What I hate about this world the most is how people tend to sugar-coat everything. How they become clones of a society which doesn't have enough to boast aside from being liked as if it's on Facebook.
Another thing is how big deal your relationship status is on Facebook. Like everyone cares. It's all about telling the whole world:
"LOOK AT ME! I'M SUCH A SWEET GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND! WE'RE SO MEANT TO BE! COME AND BE HAPPY FOR US!"
How self-centered.
It's madness. Nowadays, every single tick of the clock will actually cost you heaps of superficiality.. once you've followed the "trending" norm. And before you know it, you've meta morphed into a social-climber clone. You have lost your sense of who you really are.. before the world knew Instagram.
Gone are the weird. Gone are the indie.
Take a grip of yourself.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Pewdiepie at Woozworld!
I don't care if he's the real thing or what. But imagine meeting Pewdiepie at Woozworld? That's insane! Hahaha. This is the closest that I can get to meeting one of the funniest gamer guys around. :) And I even got to chat with his girlfriend, Marzia. :)
P.S: That's me with the blonde hair and everything, with Felix beside me. He doesn't know I took a picture. Hehe.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
An-S-A-A-B-e?
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| SAAB MAGALONA TO ME :)))))) |
P.S: I'm Siopao. I can't think of any decent username, that's why. Hehe.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
PewDiePie
When I'm bored and usually wants some "laugh-till-your-tummy-hurts" moments, I watch Felix's videos. I envy his huge collection of video games, the scary sort and he's got them for FREE. So yeah, if you're reading this post and would want to laugh at anything geeky and bro-filled, just click the link above and have fun!
Keep it real,
Joanne
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Dancing in the rain
I've always hated the rain.
When I was young, rain meant brownout, no television and definitely no cartoons and yes, in my case, no decent food. For the past 15 years of my life, I lived with my late grandmother whom I call "mommy." She has this house, 1950's style and a huge backyard filled with lush, ferns and humongous trees. By humongous, I meant forty percent of the height of the trees at Calaveras, California. Mommy's trees were really tall, with an army of gnarly "wont-spare-your-life" trunks which are highly capable of destroying the Meralco supply in our street.
Mommy's trees were the talk of the neighborhood during every typhoon aftermath. The kaimito tree infront of the house was approaching its golden year when it met it's tragic ending. Lying across the street, cars couldn't pass through and have to swerved around, rather with great difficulty. For about a week, Bangkal Street was electricity-deprived. It is as if the world stopped for a moment. And it's all because of our trees.
The Meralco team, together with some neighbors really poured their efforts to an extreme to get our tree off the street. Chainsaw here and chainsaw everywhere. And alas, after four days, our street was cleared except for the remnants of the kaimito tree. I even scooped some of its sawdust and put it on a bottle.
We always cooked with our electric stove. So if there's no electricity, then we have to suit ourselves with canned goods and cereals which ruins one's appetite. I remember a time when there's no electricity and lunch time was fast approaching and we really are starving (mommy and my brother). The three of us decided to use coal to cook food and the results weren't satisfying. My brother and I consumed about an hour just to keep the coal from going and the rice emerged like rice pops.
When it rains, it is as if time has drifted into a slow and deep slumber. It's too dark outside and you can't help but get scared especially when there's thunder and lightning involved. Rain stirs you into a state of melancholia. Upto now, I had this habit of sitting next to a window and just staring into space, hoping that the pouring will stop and that the dark skies would soon dissapear.
But then I realized that rain is essential. Why? Because it allows us to meditate over things. It gives us time to bond with family over hot sopas or hot champorado. It gives you time to notice that neglected book that you brought eons ago. It makes us appreciate the humidity of the Philippines.
Trials can be the light drizzle or the typhoon in our lives. Like the rain, trials are made to stop us in our tracks. Because sometimes, we tend to overlook the things that really matter. Frequent sunny days would often result to people complaining how hot the weather is. Life is too fast-paced nowadays that we forget to be grateful with things that are more important than superficial aspects. People turn to their ipads to listen to music when in fact the singing of the birds produce better melody than Rihanna's or Miley Cyrus for that matter.
The rain makes us thoughtful (must be the reason why I'm here today) of the things which are beyond positive but continue to regard as negatives. The rain makes us grateful of what we have and makes us hopeful for the sun, of the rainbow.
The rain in our lives is a test of endurance. It may be appear frequently or seasonal in our lives. I can say, I pretty much survived most of my rainy seasons.Though in the end I may not appear waterproof, I began to believe in the essence of believing that life can't survive without rain. Rain makes the crops grow and so I grow. It always pushed me to continue my search for my rainbow moments.
Rain is the season wherein I can wear my jackets and my scarves. I can play the part of a New Yorker. And I wouldn't say no to my Tita Baby's sopas either.
Into each life some rain must fall.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Keep it real,
Joanne
When I was young, rain meant brownout, no television and definitely no cartoons and yes, in my case, no decent food. For the past 15 years of my life, I lived with my late grandmother whom I call "mommy." She has this house, 1950's style and a huge backyard filled with lush, ferns and humongous trees. By humongous, I meant forty percent of the height of the trees at Calaveras, California. Mommy's trees were really tall, with an army of gnarly "wont-spare-your-life" trunks which are highly capable of destroying the Meralco supply in our street.
Mommy's trees were the talk of the neighborhood during every typhoon aftermath. The kaimito tree infront of the house was approaching its golden year when it met it's tragic ending. Lying across the street, cars couldn't pass through and have to swerved around, rather with great difficulty. For about a week, Bangkal Street was electricity-deprived. It is as if the world stopped for a moment. And it's all because of our trees.
The Meralco team, together with some neighbors really poured their efforts to an extreme to get our tree off the street. Chainsaw here and chainsaw everywhere. And alas, after four days, our street was cleared except for the remnants of the kaimito tree. I even scooped some of its sawdust and put it on a bottle.
We always cooked with our electric stove. So if there's no electricity, then we have to suit ourselves with canned goods and cereals which ruins one's appetite. I remember a time when there's no electricity and lunch time was fast approaching and we really are starving (mommy and my brother). The three of us decided to use coal to cook food and the results weren't satisfying. My brother and I consumed about an hour just to keep the coal from going and the rice emerged like rice pops.
When it rains, it is as if time has drifted into a slow and deep slumber. It's too dark outside and you can't help but get scared especially when there's thunder and lightning involved. Rain stirs you into a state of melancholia. Upto now, I had this habit of sitting next to a window and just staring into space, hoping that the pouring will stop and that the dark skies would soon dissapear.
But then I realized that rain is essential. Why? Because it allows us to meditate over things. It gives us time to bond with family over hot sopas or hot champorado. It gives you time to notice that neglected book that you brought eons ago. It makes us appreciate the humidity of the Philippines.
Trials can be the light drizzle or the typhoon in our lives. Like the rain, trials are made to stop us in our tracks. Because sometimes, we tend to overlook the things that really matter. Frequent sunny days would often result to people complaining how hot the weather is. Life is too fast-paced nowadays that we forget to be grateful with things that are more important than superficial aspects. People turn to their ipads to listen to music when in fact the singing of the birds produce better melody than Rihanna's or Miley Cyrus for that matter.
The rain makes us thoughtful (must be the reason why I'm here today) of the things which are beyond positive but continue to regard as negatives. The rain makes us grateful of what we have and makes us hopeful for the sun, of the rainbow.
The rain in our lives is a test of endurance. It may be appear frequently or seasonal in our lives. I can say, I pretty much survived most of my rainy seasons.Though in the end I may not appear waterproof, I began to believe in the essence of believing that life can't survive without rain. Rain makes the crops grow and so I grow. It always pushed me to continue my search for my rainbow moments.
Rain is the season wherein I can wear my jackets and my scarves. I can play the part of a New Yorker. And I wouldn't say no to my Tita Baby's sopas either.
Into each life some rain must fall.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Keep it real,
Joanne
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