Attention: Vegan on this blog.

I go vegan! Yes, I’m not kidding this time, really. At first, I thought I’m at peace already being a strict vegetarian, but certain circumstances eventually hovered me lately into this somewhat higher and far very stern platform level.

Okay, perhaps some of you may not have a clear idea of what does ‘vegan’ means, and why the heck am I blabbing about this stuff right now. So, here’s how I define it: veganism is a kind of lifestyle that omits eating foods from animal sources like meat, poultry, fish and any animate kind of seafood, egg, and milk from lactating animals. It also excludes consuming goods that have thrown the life of any animate being into a dreadful situation that kicked suffering into them. Examples of those goods are clothes made of fur, bags, shoes and belts made of animal skin, cosmetics that have substances from animal sources, and etc. This one has very the same grounds with simple vegetarianism, but observes more strict and higher philosophy than the latter. Commonly, people turn into vegan out of their huge compassion to animals, or because of religious beliefs or spiritual philosophies. Some of them were driven into this simply because of so much obsession with their physique and decided to resort to very strict dieting, which, I admit, is what I am into right now. Hihihihi.

And now, let’s talk about the reason why have I chosen to do a make over with my lifestyle lately. Here goes the list of what have doomed into me:

1.Last October, I checked my weight, and I was astounded by the huge amount of pounds I have gained from the preceding month of my vital signs check. As what I can remember, my weight was a whooping 52 kilograms that time. Geez, I always end up fainting recollecting that hateful moment. When the semester break came in and I rented a room at a boarding house just a few kilometer-distance from the university, I lived my two weeks of solitude inside the four cornered perimeter of my room doing nothing but to eat, read, paint, and sleep. After that break without burning any calorie from my system, I guess I gained more weight again. In retrospect, when school resumed for the 2nd semester, I received a couple of comments from my colleagues that I already looked different from way back with my, shall I say, obtrusive inflation.

2.My appetite was really wacky before. In a sense, it was like a spificated devouring and grinding machine that I cannot even put a hold of its neck. Very often, this always places me in a hopelessly deplorable condition with my financial holdings. I superbly go gaga over chocolates and anything creamy, always losing control with myself. This may seem an inconceivably built up story and out of this world, but this sure is not a tarraddidle of mine, I tell you.

3.I tried so hard disciplining myself with those uncontrollable worldly affixations, digging arduously inspirations from books and anything I’ve read, sometimes taking steering thoughts from my spiritual philosophy. These also work, but after sometime, I again end up being the blighted usual me.

4.Many of my clothes won’t hug me a comfy touch anymore. I look like a rice cake wrapped in a near-bulging banana leaf already – a thing that is such a horrendous crime! My waistline also extended a few inches from 25 to 26 point something. At that event, a couple of my jeans were piled up untainted in an obtuse corner of my locker, useless and crapped.

5.I joined PETA’s worldwide movement for the good benefit of the animals, and settled membership in their on line community in the Internet. There, they award points for any service that I’ve done for the animals to exchange for some PETA signature goods like shirts, bags, books, etc. For the task of going vegan, I could bag a square thousand points, and so, I went to think about it.

Time to shine! Last Thursday, I had my monthly vital signs check, and the result was pretty pleasing. The current reading revealed 49 kilos for my weight, equivalently 96 pounds. Here’s what made that a nice one – that’s actually my exact weight last September which was about two months ago! As what my monthly vitals signs trend shows ever since I entered college, I’ve been constantly adding extra pounds every month without misses, and what had just happened was really something fabulous of an improvement.

I started switching into a vegan diet just about the previous three weeks. Little by little, cutting out my cravings for my ever-favorite creamy delicatessens and other foods that contain any trace of milk products from animals. Of course, it is a very unwise thing to cut out milk because I need the nutrients of such for my health, especially that I was diagnosed before with scoliosis wringing up my backbones. Good thing, there’s this soy milk easily found in many stores that came to the rescue as a sub for the regular cow’s milk usually sold in the market. In fact, this soymilk is far more teeming with nutrients than the other because its source is in the highest lieu of the ecosystem’s food pyramid, and a bona fide non-fat.

With the sure better prospect of greener pasture with my lifestyle right now, I don’t think I would end up with a blue regret for the change. The steadfast calorie burn up and budget expenses decline I took in for the last three weeks just indulged me into delightful initial test drive. I wonder what the future zephyr of it may wind me up. Stay close; let’s just see.

Nahihiya. Naaano.

Ano ba ang nahihiya? Naaano?
Pag hiya ba, naaano?

There's a hidden stuff in those lines. Can you guess it?
Would you believe if I would say that that something in there could change your life to such extent that you have never dreamed of? Yes, you should believe.

Ano ba ang nahihiya? Naaano?
Pag hiya ba, naaano?

Found it?
Drop a comment if you've caught the fish, okay?

Let's talk about coffee.

In my wee years as a kid, I decided to hate coffee and to never ever dare to let my taste buds make a contact with even a speck of that substance. I don’t know exactly how I formulated a silly whammy of that kind, but perhaps partly because I found its taste bitterly yucky, and my parent etched in my mind that coffee would intoxicate my brain to that of a poor fish’. That avow I made lasted solidly until I finished secondary school.

When I entered college in UP, there came a time when I’ve got no choice but to swallow that curse. That was sometime last March when, since the finals week was nearing, acad pressures were such a tornado, and I need to handle tons of to-do’s all at the same time. One of my subjects, that Art and Society GE, pressed me to memorize hundreds of painting slides and whooping outlines for our long exam. Because I need to rush studying, I’ve got no choice but to utilize all the energy left in my powerhouse, else, I would get sacked if I would dilly-dally. And so, since I got to be awake all night to study, I finally gave up my, shall we say, integrity over that black hateful substance which I’m so hostile of. Funny thing is - I don’t think I was drinking coffee that time; it actually tasted more of a milk, because I added a lot of creamer on it, since my stomach quetches so much with jugging that skanky liquid.

And now, let’s retire from that retrospection of my memorable first coffee experience; let’s take a peek of how do I do with it today. Here’s how simple what I'd say – I’m still into it, and it has entangled almost all of my nerves like a weary shabu! There were times when I had supped up to five cups of it in a single day just to keep my eyes wide open at school because I lacked sleep for quite a couple of nights. That’s so much caffeine, huh. But what should I do if not to resort to that? Pamper my idle body and loosen up my delinquency instead of utilizing all I can chip in to carry out my important responsibility as a student? I guess the latter should weigh more than of a big deal. What do you think?

Time check: 5:07 am. I haven’t got a sleep yet, but I’m nonetheless widely awake. Got any idea who the fugitive responsible for this? Yes, you are very correct! It’s that black bitterly hateful substance that which I never dismiss to pick in its tray every time I purchase my weekly groceries. I’m still not sure if I would find a regret with letting my system get enslaved into it, but in the mean time, I still need its evil hex. And so, I find no argument for an attempt to go exile from it.
Coffee cheers!

Why write?

I’ve just read the article that I’ve downloaded from the Internet sometime last month. Time was so much tensed in the past days, so I haven’t hooked a moment to check what that article talks about. And now, I’m done with it, and it actually says a lot. First of all, it made a plus in my inspiration to write and blot down the pieces of pile-ups that are bombarding weights of memory dumps to my mind. The article was right, our mind needs to be swept from time to time, and one easy way to do this is to blot it down. Right now, I can say that mine is also currently undergoing that cleaning, and it’s very much replenishing, I tell you.

Oh, and here’s another one that’s definitely I can assure of with writing: it relieves stress! When things get tough and you think you might get riled to exploding with all the terrible blows around, you can take them off from sticking into you by transforming them into a written format. There, you can explode out all those bombs inside you in a paper or on a screen without making so much crime. Just be careful not to misplace them in wrong hands, so you won’t reap up a bloody war with anybody who might be blasted by it.

Here's the address by the way. Check it, it's good!http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/10-reasons-you-should-write-something-each-day.html/

Featuring the book: Pygmalion - by George Bernard Shaw

The original story of Pymmalion was drawn from a Greek mythology. A sculptor who mistrusted the virtue of women, Pygmalion kept to himself, devoting himself to his art. One day, he created a statue of a woman. She was so beautiful, and the sculptor so lonely, that he fell in love with his creation and prayed to the goddess Aphrodite to give him a wife who resembled the statue. Instead, the goddess brought the statue itself to life. The ancient writer Apollodorus, telling his earlier version of the myth, called this statue-turned-woman Galatea.

George Bernard Shaw's Pymalion is a modern-day retelling of this myth that transforms Galatea from a silent statue to a vibrantly independent woman who talks back to the teacher who criticizes her speech. Shaw's Galatea, Eliza Doolittle, is a spirited working girl, who, in learning to speak like a duchess, displays a fierce intelligence and independence. Henry Higgins, a bachelor phonetician, not unlike Shaw himself - brilliant, articulate, and more passionate about his work than anything else, had vowed to teach the "rapscallionly flower girl" something. Like Shaw, he is unusually close to his mother and largely uninterested in romance. He can be charming when he wants something, but when he doesn't get what he wants, he can be petulant, arrogant, and bullying. Though it is clear by the end of the play that Higgins is attached to Eliza, he absolutely refuses to make any declaration of love to her. Like Pygmalion, Higgins congratulates himself on "creating" a woman, but unlike the lovelorn sculptor, he refuses to treat her any better than he treats anyone else.

Stated by the editor of the reprinted edition of the novel, that Pygmalion needs no preface at its beginning, but a sequel at its end. The way the story hit me was much like a narcotic which I cannot take control of contemplating, for it didn't leave me an expected decent ending at all. Its upshot was really a bang since I was very much relishing the lusciousness of the plot at first, but could nowhere to find its final point. Here, i realized lately that that its ending was perhaps fabricated with a cooperative division for the mind of reader himself. Something should be left for the imaganation; I guess that is the perfect line for that. And so here I go, bits of the peice are still clinging unto my brain, coaxing for the next taradiddle. And they seriously wouldn't want to forfeit, not bloody likely!