Archives for the month of: November, 2012


“What will make you truly feel that you’ve made it as a writer? Seeing your byline? Holding the book in your hands? Seeing it climb up the charts? Your first book launch? What will finally get you to tell people that yes, you are a writer?”

I’m still working on my first book (books, actually, as I’m working on three at the same time) but I’ve been published online and in print. Articles, essays, etc. I haven’t “made it” yet, not by a long shot.

{Read the full article over at A Girl’s Guide to the Apocalypse.}

So a lot of us have Bucket Lists, right? I kinda have one. I also have what I call “The Apocalypse List” — a list of things I need to do before the apocalypse, because while some of us might survive the end of civilization, there are just some things you can’t do after the zombies/robots/bunnies take over the world.

Apocalypse List Item: Uh, model on a real fashion catwalk.

At 5’2.5″ and 140+ lbs, I’m hardly model material. But online store put a call out to their subscribers, asking us to sign-up if we were interested in joining their segment in the Glorietta Vibe fashion show on November 29, where they will attempt to break the Guinness world record for most people modeling on a catwalk. So I sent in my name, age, and full-body photo. Three days ago, I got the “Congratulations! You have been chosen to walk the New Glorietta Vibe catwalk!” email, with instructions. Apparently, we’ll be in the AVA segment, which meant we’ll be wearing the black AVA shirts and carrying Baggu and Rags2Riches bags on the runway. (Does this make me a Bag Lady in the show?) I’m totes excited. They said to wear shoes with heels of a minimum height of two inches. Hah. I’m bringing my four-inch heels to this party. (I hope I don’t trip. I don’t wanna be fashion roadkill.)

Glorietta Vibe

{Next on the Apocalypse List: Break a Guinness world record.}

Hope you NaNoWriMo folks are having fun!

The other day, after a dinner of super-sized bowls of noodles at Ramen Cool at Kapitolyo, we decided we just had to go get coffee at Subspace. M wanted to try their specialty, the Purple Potato Latte which we’ve been raving about since forever. I wanted cake. I couldn’t get coffee because I didn’t want to be awake all night and the idea of decaffeinated coffee is just too weird for me, so I settled for a hot chocolate.

We all got fun latte art on our drinks. Until the apocalypse comes, we should all just learn to sit back and enjoy our coffee and our latte art.

Latte art at Subspace Coffeehouse

Puppy! (And a blueberry cheesecake.)

{Read the full article in A Girl’s Guide to the Apocalypse.}

So a bunch of citizens, including members of Filipino Freethinkers (an org I’m affiliated with) have filed ethics violation complaints against Senate Majority Floor Leader Vicente Sotto III for instances of plagiarism in his speeches. I say it’s about time. It’s ridiculous that we can’t hold a senator to at least the same ethical standards as, say, a second grader.

This morning, while I was riding a cab home from Makati, the radio was tuned to a news channel. I don’t know what station or program it was, but the hosts were discussing the ethics violation complaints. One of them suggested that the citizens who filed the complaint were lying when they denied that filing the complaint had nothing to do with the Reproductive Health Bill, of which Sen. Sotto has been a staunch, tireless critic.

Now, of course, technically, plagiarism is plagiarism, whether or not your speech has to do with the RH Bill. However, it may be better to take the Jack Ryan defense when accused of filing ethics complaints against Sotto.

What’s the Jack Ryan defense? Well, in the movie Clear and Present Danger, a man tied to drug operations is killed along with his family. It happens that the man is linked to the president of the United States, and the POTUS’s staff were trying to figure out how to keep him from getting bad publicity from all this. Ryan suggests that instead of denying he had any affiliation with the drug guy, he should do the opposite, and then some. If the press asks the POTUS if he knew the man, the POTUS should say, “No, I was his friend.” If the press asks the POTUS if he was friends with the man, the POTUS should say, “No, we were lifelong friends.” It would make the POTUS look like he wasn’t trying to hide anything because he wasn’t guilty of anything.

{Read the full post in A Girl’s Guide to the Apocalypse.}

I had an apointment with my uncle the other night, and it turned into a dinner with him, my aunt and my three cousins at the new Japanese restaurant Marufuku.

The sign on the front door said “Soft opening”. Which I guess means they’re still ironing out hiccups in the operation. The staff didn’t do so badly — one of them served the salmon sushi claiming it was the sashimi, but other than that, we got decent service. The food was excellent. I had the seafood and vegetable ramen and the salmon sashimi.

Marufuku - salmon sashimi

I love salmon sashimi.

Marufuku - seafood and vegetable ramen


{Read the full post in A Girl’s Guide to the Apocalypse.}

It’s almost here! It’s Book 5 of one of my favorite comics series ever.

In a city where the aswang control everything that is illegal and where ancient gods seek to control everything else, enforcing the law can be a very difficult task.

When crime takes a turn for the weird, the police normally call Alexandra Trese. Lately, it seems like others have been taking that call.

A mysterious racer has been breaking the speed limit, running after and capturing criminals.
A masked giant has been demolishing drug dens and breaking up gangs.

Trese must confront these supernatural crime-fighters and bring order back to the city, before the underworld attempts to seek balance in its own way. Read the rest of this entry »

I could never deal with sleep deprivation properly. I envy my friends who could do an all-nighter then go off to work or school in the morning. Normally, after a night of no sleep, I’m a zombie. And by zombie, I mean I will tear your living heart out if you try to keep me from sleeping. However, that all changed a few weeks ago. I spent not one, but two nights without sleep and managed to function fine (ish) the next day. And as in situations where I manage unusual resilience and fortitude, cute boys were involved. The first night was the one before Big Bang was flying into town for their concert. I couldn’t get two seconds of sleep, I was too excited. (It wasn’t the first time I was in the same city as them, but it was the first time they’d be in MY town, Metro Manila. It was a totally different set of expectations.) The second night was the one before the concert itself. We were camped out outside the MOA Arena so we could be some of the first in line for the moshpit.

So my point is, I paid for all that: I got sick exactly a week ago. I’m still sick now. I hadn’t gotten sick in months, something I think I could attribute to the large quantities of kimchi I’d been eating. But that week of the concert totally did me in. I have the flu and I’m still trying to recover.

The whole experience has been so boring. Don’t get me wrong — I love staying home. So long as I have my laptop and a fast internet connection, I am loathe to go out. The problem was I couldn’t read without getting a blinding headache. So I couldn’t work. Or reply properly to emails. Or blog. I could watch TV, but after I’d run out of episodes of Supernatural, Last Resort, and the Daily Show, among others, there was nothing else for me to do.

So the other day, I found myself looking through the online shop Zalora. This was either a good or bad thing, depending on how you look at it. I found myself checking out a pair of Art’s Brasil heels which I’d seen days earlier, and which I couldn’t stop thinking about. And it was on sale! In fact, it was now priced at about a fourth of its original price. Oh boy. I was broke, but I had some money in my Paypal, and because I saw there was only one pair left in my size, I clicked on the Buy button. It was the first time I’d ever bought shoes online.

They arrived early yesterday. The housekeeper had to wake me up, and I knew instantly it had arrived. It was kinda exciting. Like Christmas. The shoes were in its Art’s Brasil shoebox, which came in another one, a huge Zalora box (it was pretty).

Zalora box

{Read the full post in A Girl’s Guide to the Apocalypse.}

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