Friendster Testimonials

Sunday, September 28, 2014 2 Comments A+ a-

If there's one thing I miss about the now defunct social networking site, Friendster, it has to be the testimonials. I was digging my old Yahoomail (yep that one's still alive), and I never thought I'd stumble upon (some of) my Friendster testimonials. Now, I remember saving them before because I printed them for my scrapbook project in college (thank God for that). I read them again and found myself laughing and *sniff* almost crying. Gawd, I just realized I miss a lot of my friends.
Don't you get excited when you get this notification?
Anyway, I'd like to share with you what my friends said about me. You may not be interested about it but I'll post anyway. Who knows? Yahoomail, like Friendster and Multiply, may be blown to oblivion, at least I still have them testimonials saved here in my blog. These are unedited. So whatever you read here, just keep it to yourself, okay? You can laugh. The hell I care. Haha. Some may be embarrassing, but since it's already a thing of the past, I don't mind sharing this. What my friends said about me is still pretty much the same Sarah you know right now. :)

Warning: This is very long. And some texts are really hard to read. Pcenxa npo. Pnahon p po i2 noong usong-uso p ang txtspk. Hahaha.

Confessions Vol. 3: I Think About Perfect Crimes

Saturday, September 27, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

It's past 2 am and I couldn't sleep. I guess no matter how much I try to become a day person (even when I already am working during normal office hours), being nocturnal is already in my system. I couldn't take it out. You see, my brain is more functional at dawn. By functional, I mean, it is active but not normal. My brain goes crazy to be more accurate. Yep, plain crazy. A lot of crazy ideas run through my mind that are sometimes too hot to handle. There are times when I need to let my thoughts out especially when I feel that my mind is on fire and is about to explode.

This is one of those times.

What do I have now? Well, have you ever thought of plotting a perfect crime? Because I did. Just earlier. This is a recurring episode as a matter of fact. Madness. Haha. I don't have the mind of a criminal, so don't look at me like that, okay? But there are actually those times when I thought of doing something really crazy or badass and just get away with it. Heist fantasies for example, Ocean's Eleven style. It's cool, isn't it? Or how about murder? Okay, that's too much. But yeah, I still think about it. You know, those what ifs and stuff like that. And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who does this.

Hypothetically, if you have considered committing a crime, how do you get away with it? This is actually the fun part of plotting a perfect crime. Not the crime itself. My stomach turns at that thought. Ugh. But how you get away with it is another story. How come? Well, you think of all the possible exits. You create strategies. You find loopholes. You figure out a method that is foolproof. You search for errors. You research and investigate. You become a criminal and a detective at the same time. Isn't that telling you you're doing a lot of brain work here? Isn't that fun? Maybe I can even write a novel about it, if only I have the talent in putting those crazy thoughts into words.
Image credits to Lestatis
I guess I have my habit of reading and watching too much murder-mystery, crime, or detective series to blame for that. Hello Dexter, Burn Notice, Psych, and other crime TV series, my eyes are squinting and looking at you right now. But more than that, I also dreamed of becoming a detective, a spy, or a secret agent. And that is to say, to catch a criminal, you have to think like one. Right? And yes, it's fun to do this sometimes albeit totally abominable to some.

Well, I just want to make myself clear, I am not encouraging anybody to plot a crime and do it. For heaven's sake, hell no! It is wrong on so many levels. And don't even think about it, because whatever you do, you cannot get away with it anyway. Trust me, I've also thought about that. Remember, there's no such thing as perfect crime. Just keep that perfect crime you are plotting inside of your mind, because it's the only place (besides the silver screen) it can get perfect that you'll never ever get caught or be haunted by your conscience. Okay? Do I make myself clear?

Crazy. Really. I don't know what has gotten into my mind. I've written all that I want to write and I still couldn't get myself to sleep. What do I do now? Maybe I should raid the fridge. A full stomach might allow me to drift into a deep slumber.

Anyway, ta-ta for now. Have a nice day ahead! :)


Somewhere Only We Know

Wednesday, September 24, 2014 2 Comments A+ a-


Somewhere Only We Know
by Sarah Andres


Take my hand and hold it tight,
I'll take you to the clouds tonight.
Don't fret, don't rush, just take it slow,
I know a place where we can go.

Where stars abound that light the sky,
we'll fly like birds and soar up high.
I'll hold you close, be at your side,
this is a roller coaster ride.

We'll run away where fields are green,
where flowers bloom the bees will sing.
We'll explore the world, go high and low,
we're heading somewhere only we know.

To be with you is like paradise,
wrapped in your arms 'til the sun will rise.
We bask under the moonlight's glow,
we are somewhere only we know.


My second take on poetry. Hardly even poetry. Haha. Mura kog bata. Pero lingaw man diay ni. :)

Feels like the first

Monday, September 22, 2014 2 Comments A+ a-

There's always the first time for everything. And yesterday, it's my first time to see a starfruit (balimbing) as big as this. No kidding. I was even told this isn't its full size yet. Well, I just thought I'd share this with you because I find it peculiar though it might be common for some.

Brontophilia

Sunday, September 21, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

I never really figured out why I love thunderstorms so much even as a kid, despite its startling sound and God forbid, the aftermath it may bring. Don't get me wrong, I just love the flashes of lightning and the roaring thunder that follows. I love the smell of the rain and the sound it makes on the rooftop. It's been an hour since the dark skies are lighting and the first roar was heard. I would have watched the spectacular beauty from our balcony if only the wind isn't too harsh and cold outside.

Thunderstorms, however despised by many, are kinda relaxing to me. Therapeutic and soothing as a matter of fact. Best if spent snuggled up on bed - because nothing beats feeling safe in the arms of your love  while having a warm fuzzy feeling all over as the storm rages violently. It's like finding inner peace while everything outside is in chaos.

Wish I could spend a night like this with you, Lab. Haha. I miss you on nights like this.

Coming second is worse than placing last

Sunday, September 14, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

Watching the UAAP Cheerdance competition brought me back my cheerleading spirit. I have watched every team perform. And basing from that, it's already easy to predict who will fly and who will flunk. NU and UP performed really well that everybody could tell one of them would bring home the bacon. Most likely NU.


Yep, NU nailed it.

But did you see how UP publicly displayed their disappointment the moment the 1st Runner-up was announced? It's like bitterness surrounded them that they could hardly move from their places. It took them awhile to stand up. Accepting their award graciously seemed like a daunting task. I can see soreness. Both from the body and the heart. Is coming to second really that bad?

Well, I know that feeling. The same feeling we had when we won 2nd place during a cheerdance competition in our school. I (we) even cried because it sucks. And yes, inevitably, you feel bitter and sore. You know why? Because it sucks to feel that you're close... so close to getting that gold. It's just one tiny step. Just one - but for some reason, you just didn't make it. And it sucks even more if you're expecting to win. Or if you are expected to win. The line "We could have been first, if only...", will not stop echoing in your mind until you have accepted the fact that you have indeed, just LOST.

Second place is something to be very proud of. It is better than nothing. But why is it less satisfying to come in second? Maybe it's human nature. We often think this way: Second place is so close to winning first. And third place is so close to winning nothing. No wonder why third placers are happier than second placers. Did you see UST's reaction when they were announced as third placers? Did you see how they jumped, applauded and screamed for joy?

Second place means you already had it, but someone was just better or you just didn't make it happen. It feels worse than placing last. It's like you've lost more than those who didn't place at all.

We're humans. Believe it or not, we're bound for competition. And it's perfectly normal to feel down when you've just lost. I guess, there's no way we can change how it feels to be second - to feel like you're the biggest loser. No matter how many times you've been taught by your parents or teachers to graciously accept defeat, the thing is, the feeling of losing is real you cannot just let it slip and say it's okay.

As one quote says,  "You must never be satisfied with losing. You must get angry, terribly angry, about losing. But the mark of a good loser is that he takes his anger out on himself and not his victorious opponents or on his teammates." Well, Mr. Richard M. Nixon could not have said it better.

I have no qualms about UP's dismay for not bagging the crown, or Messi's disappointment for not bringing home the World Cup, or any other people who came in second but were obviously not happy about it. It's not that they are not practicing sportsmanship and humility - they are. But just like anybody who has experience defeat, they too, are humans. And it's perfectly human to feel that way.

#justsaying




Odd Quirks

Saturday, September 13, 2014 4 Comments A+ a-

Everyone of us has this awkward or maybe undesirable habit, but since we're already living in a society where the not-so-normal is more than welcome, let's just say such habit can add up to the personality which makes one even more interesting. We always have a thing or two in us that sets us apart from the norm. What's normal for us could be something others often dismiss as odd, weird, awkward or sometimes annoying. Everyone has quirks. Every. Freakin. One. And I believe no one is an exception to this rule.

Today I was told I am weird for dipping my instant pancit canton in a Pinakurat vinegar before eating it. Well, that's just one of the many things that make me weird, or I should say, unique. So today, I'd like to share with you a bunch of things that are perfectly normal for me which you may find pretty different, not normal, weird, or whatever you call it. And maybe uninteresting. And some items could strip off any respect you have for me. Haha. But for the sake of fun and telling the truth, I'll share it anyway. Here goes...

1. I put calamansi at almost every viand I eat. Anything sour is my favorite flavor.

2. I drag my feet when walking. Or maybe this is not a quirk at all, just a mild case of laziness.

3. I watch Harry Potter over and over again. Even when I'm just surfing the web, or writing this blog at this moment, Harry Potter is playing on the background.

4. While everybody hates girls who do duckfaces. Would you hate a girl who does a goldfish face? Come on! It's cute. And not everybody can do it. Haha.
Can you blow your cheeks and open your mouth at the same time? I bet you can't. ;)

The Gift of Idleness

Thursday, September 11, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

Seems like I got it all figured out. For the past few days I've been wondering what's keeping me on fire. If you would look at my archive I haven't really been so active at blogging. I may have been active at some point, but I was only micro-blogging at most. Usually about mundane events with nothing to think about. I was posting for the sake of posting. Nothing more than that.

But looking back at the past few days, or month for that matter, I've been posting about things that somehow make sense. Kumbaga, may laman ang mga sinusulat ko. It's not that I am writing about socio-political issues, life in general, current events or whatnot. I'm still writing about my life, how I'm living it, how I see the world, what I want and don't want, what happened to my day or what resembles to be what people used to write on their diaries. I still talk about me (hey it's my blog, so I don't think I have to apologize talking too much about myself). But the thing is, at the end of every post, I consciously or unconsciously share with you lessons I've learned, realizations, and few thoughts to ponder.

So what have I actually figured out the past few days? While I thought reading books measures my stress levels (the less books I read, the more stressed I am), today, I realized that writing a blog measures my idle times (the more blogs I write means the more idle I am).

I do not have a lot of heavy tasks lately. I am oftentimes idle and I space-out more frequently than ever. It is during those times when I stare out the window and let my mind wander freely. Crazy things come popping out of my head, or on a serious note, I begin to reflect about life, or sometimes I just think of random nonsense things then realizing that every little bit of anything, in one way or another, actually makes some sense. Things like that. And voila! I got something to write.

I figured out my mind gets creative when I am doing nothing. Those "Aha!" moments are delivered right at my feet when I just sit back and relax. And I oftentimes hear myself saying (or thinking) after mulling over on some facts, "Oo nga noh? Tama nga naman. Bakit di ko naisip yun dati?" 

This is to say that we have to unplug ourselves from the world sometimes. Because as far as I am experiencing it, disengaging increases my brain activity. It's like all my brain cells are at work when my body is at rest. I begin to wonder and see things the way I didn't see them before. Like how idleness can actually make you productive. Or how being idle disconnects you from the chaotic world and lets you reconnect with nature and appreciate life's simple pleasures.

Right now, I am enjoying my idleness. Nothing lasts forever they say. So while it's here, I am savoring every minute of it before I get bombarded with tasks again. They say that time is gold - you have to make use of it and not waste a precious time doing nothing. I say, idleness is a very rare ore. It's not easy to have and you can't have it all the time. While not everyone welcomes the idea of idleness, like an ore that doesn't look too attractive, it is still too precious not to have for it is really a necessity, especially in the fast-paced world we're living in.

So if you have been idle for awhile, don't think about it as a waste of time. Idleness is cheap, but not everyone can have the luxury of having it. Or should I say, not everyone chooses to have it. Come on. Disconnect. Space-out. Do nothing sometimes. It's healthy. :)
This is my friend Anner who is apparently spacing out during one of our meetings. This picture is too good it deserves a space here. Hahaha


Why I love Ian

Wednesday, September 10, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

I rarely have celebrity crushes. Heck, I couldn't even recognize most of the "hot" men to date. For example, my friends and I went to watch a movie. Then there's this one trailer when my friends (girls - yeah i have to emphasize on that one) suddenly went giggling. I, on the other hand,  who was so engrossed on the film because I find it a bit funny, didn't pay attention to the actors on the screen. Then I heard a remark, "Grabe, ka-hot ni Channing Tatum."

Channing Tatum. Ah, yes. I've heard about him right. As a matter of fact, I've heard about him a thousand times before. I just didn't care enough to be able to recognize him on screen. No. I really didn't care at all. I think I haven't even watched his movies yet, have I? I don't know. I am not a movie buff to begin with. Loser noh? Haha.

There are just too many good-looking celebrities out there that I can have a crush on. I can like as many as I can. And drool to as much as I can. But only few are the ones that I admire the most. I'm not even talking about superficial admiration here. I'm talking about the inner being. What does it make them without that fame or pretty face?

And one the of the celebrities that I really admire, is no other than... drumroll please...

IAN SOMERHALDER!

Aside from being the most goddamn good-looking and sexy guy in the world (next to my boyfriend, of course! haha), there's a lot about him that would make you love him to bits. Here are the reasons why:

Those eyes. You could get lost to it. You can even stare at them forever. Rawr!

Once upon a bicycle ride

Saturday, September 6, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

This isn't my first bike ride experience. I've been biking as early as I was eight. I've also had my fair share of falling off the bike, leaving me with more scars on my elbows and knees. But still, I love biking and I know I'm pretty good at it. But by biking, I mean, riding around the village on a clear and even pavement. And that was it. I had zero experience in other types of cycling other than my humble village-biking skill.

Last Sunday, I had my very first road biking experience. The challenge is on bigger and wider roads with speeding vehicles on both lanes and sometimes a few animals on the way. Not to mention, the longest ride I ever had. My first road bike stint turned out fine. It was a total of more or less fifteen-kilometer cycle with rests in between. The thing is, the road tends to slope a little bit downward, so I was free-wheeling most of the time. Piece of cake, I say.

Today, I went road biking again, but this time I'm going a little uphill. And it was hell. Okay, I'm exaggerating. Not! It was hell. I was doing fine with cycling uphill at first. Then it started to get harder. Funny thing is, it's not even that steep. Shortness of breath was noted not long after and my energy level was depleting. But I still have the guts to go on an extra mile.

Or so I thought.

Novice as I am, I experimented on shifting gears to see which one will work for me going uphill. Like I said, I had zero experience with this. I shifted up. Big mistake. In a short while, my strength started dwindling. My legs were about to give up. My breathing became heavier and shorter. Too short that I had to struggle uttering the words: "Wait up. Let's rest. I can not go on." (in our own dialect, of course).

The short ten-minute (or maybe more) rest regained a bit of my energy and strength for another short uphill ride. But at least now, I know better. Shift down. Keep the tempo. Focus and fight the urge to shift gears even if I'm getting left behind. And stick to my own pace. Biking became relatively easy yet it was certainly exhausting that I needed another rest. I couldn't blame the shifting of gears this time. I blame my lack of stamina and endurance. I need to get used to this kind of physical activity.

Yet, despite that exhausting, energy-draining, muscle-stiffening cycling experience, I refuse to give up. I am still up for the challenge because I am loving it. And I will definitely do it again. It is also one way of staying fit for I haven't really been so physically active lately. And I guess this may also serve as a training for me, especially that I have plans joining a Triathlon (not anytime soon though). It's no way near a real training but it's a start. And of course, I will be needing a better and proper bike for that.

But for now, I'll just enjoy the downhill rides and dread the climbs until I'd be able to say, "This is chicken."

On the way home. Pit stop at the convenience store.


Gilas Pilipinas FTW!

Friday, September 5, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

I am never really a fan of basketball. I mean, I was but back in the days of Johnny Abarrientos, Ronnie Magsanoc, Alvin Patrimonio and Vergel Meneses. Or those years when I got crazy with NBA cards that it would take me weeks to save for one NBA Hoops, Fleer, or Upper Deck pack in hopes of having a Scottie Pippen, Reggie Miller, Grant Hill or the most-prized Michael Jordan hardwood collection.

My flare for basketball died down when I became a varsity. A football player, for that matter.

Seasons of NBA playoffs have passed but I never really got interested with it. Even when everybody talks about it everywhere. And not even after hearing that Philippines qualified to play for FIBA 2014. Not until I watched Gilas Pilipinas play last night. Yep, that game when they won over Senegal. It's the only game that I was able to watch and it's their last game for this World Cup.

I feel guilty for not being able to support our team. I mean, I could take extra steps and go on several nights without sleep just to watch FIFA, rooting for a team that's not even my country.

Watching the game last night just brought me back the same feeling when my parents and I would watch PBA sans the screaming or that bolting-out-of-my-chair-cause-the-game-is-too-intense-to-stay-put scene. I lacked faith in them that I always thought Senegal would win. But they proved me wrong. Like what other people said, they played with heart. And that's what I have seen. Impressive, if you might ask.
Image courtesy of www.smartgilasbasketball.com

Now, what irks me the most are the posts I see on my Facebook newsfeed. I've seen more bashes and less praises. More rants than raves. I know I haven't been a fan for a long time but I feel for our team. I have been a player myself, and to tell you frankly, it is not easy. Let alone, playing for the national team.

I feel old...

Thursday, September 4, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

Isn't it ironic that I have just blogged about feeling and looking young then a day after I'm writing about feeling old?

I feel old.

Not because my music preference got stuck in the 90s era that I no longer recognize a number of artists today nor the songs that topped the charts;

Or my interests lean on the more boring stuff like stock exchange, interest rates, or any financial matters;

Or the contacts in my phone are saved in a manner that I see both the first and last names;

Or nightlife parties no longer excite me. Drowning in booze until 2am is no longer my cup of tea.

I feel old because of this:

Age is just a number

Wednesday, September 3, 2014 4 Comments A+ a-

While in the jeepney on my way to work, I handed my 20 peso bill to the driver and told him where I'm gonna get off. He gave me 7 pesos for the change. Grinning, I promptly gave back the extra 2 pesos and the driver smiled and said "Abi man gud nako studyante" (I thought you're a student).

I am 29.

This scene isn't new to me as it happened many times before. And not only in this kind of situation. I may sound too conceited here, so you may stop now and close your browser's window. But if you don't mind, go on and read this self-absorbed post.

365 Days

Tuesday, September 2, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

Today, marks exactly one year since I first set foot into the corporate world. Time flies really fast when you get too preoccupied, with or without fun. I never even thought I'd survive a year in this dog-eat-dog world. But look! I'm still here, more alive than ever, typing out loud when I should be prepping for work.

365 days is too short, too fast, and too furious. Within that span of one year, I've lost some and gained some. Aside from the weight and acne scars, I have also gained knowledge, a new sport, friends, and love. I am really thankful that things happened the way they did. It molded me to what I am today - bug fixed and updated. Albeit, still under development; a work in progress trying to achieve how the Supreme Being designed me to be.

Of Patience and Pride

Monday, September 1, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

September greeted me with Real Madrid losing against Real Sociedad. Bummer, yeah. I did not intend to watch Football. But since I woke up at dawn for no apparent reason and boredom couldn't lull me back to sleep, I decided to watch the match instead.
I guess, you really can't go to war wearing pink. LOL.
Image credits to Real Madrid's Official page
Real Madrid is one of my favorite teams. But their loss isn't tragic enough to make me dread the rest of September. I still have Barca to root for anyway.

Now, here comes September. The first of the "ber" months just started and it's no surprise if I start hearing Christmas jingles again. Well, September used to be my favorite month. I guess it will still be my favorite but for a different reason this time. September marks the biggest turning point of my life. It was September (and the months that followed) last year when I made the most crucial and hardest decision in my entire life. It was rough. It wasn't easy. It never really is. But I got out of it alive and in one piece; although not unscathed and was barely breathing.