Reward: 10,000 centavos

Don't fail me on this...
It would cost my life...
So please, help me find this vampire.

Hooked, Addicted, and Crazy

I’ve been enslaved under the impregnable spell of reading last month. In particular, I was bewitched by Stephenie Meyer’s livid Twilight Series to an extent that I once woke up one morning bearing a state of mind that I am living in a realm beyond the mundane normality where other unnatural beings coexist with me. That had stirred my sanity afterward, realizing that my mind had been unconsciously lured by Meyer’s tale to wander with vampires and werewolves. Then I chided to myself: Are you insane? Wake up!

And so, my reflex fixed me to watch my imagination not to cross the demarcation line and put myself sane. But then I wanted more of that realm beyond, I thought to myself. It was like a narcotic that activates the radical room in my brain and glands on my system that pull me into ecstasy. I knew at once that I couldn’t produce that enough grip to behave well, so I eventually decided to let myself drown with the ecstasy of the plot.

As I swam with the flow, I saw myself giggled with Bella’s tickle pink moments with Edward, exploded to angst and irritation when Jacob acted his role as a second party in line, laughed when Charlie talks with his daughter about sex, cried when Edward broke up with Bella after her tragic birthday, tensed up with the confrontation with the ancient Volturi’s, guffawed when Alice performed her silly mannerisms using her predicting talent, surprised when Jacob imprinted with the half human, half vampire baby, Reneesme, freaked out when the mad Volturi’s contended with the Cullens, and finally delighted when the series proceeded to a happy ending.


The crooked smile...

and the kiss to die for!

As I receded from wandering the supernatural realm with Edward, Bella, Jacob and the party, it gave my heart a squeezed feel of nostalgia as if I really had been through the story myself. No wonder I would miss those moments I unconsciously shared with them, and I’m extremely longing for a sequel, as if there could possibly be any. I don’t know when I would finally break away from this silly nostalgia, but for the time being, I would cherish this moment of being not totally exiled from my fantasy yet.

Okay, taong gubat is a freak, no wonder.

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!