I can’t wait for Saturday when I get to watch New Moon (Gateway cinemas were all sold out last Saturday, I was lucky to get tickets for 2012’s 1030pm show) and make googly eyes at Taylor Lautner’s abs. Until then, I have to entertain myself by Twilightifying my friends, Ade and Gino.
They look so cute together!
Being the vain creature that I am, I have always liked taking photos of myself but only until recently (when I started my Project 365) did I learn to stop making stupid faces at the camera (always scrunching my face in an attempt to wink, doing the Zoolander pout which was really big when I was in college, the kawaii sign, covering my mouth with my hand to pretend I was shocked etc etc). Reviewing my photos, I noticed that I always shot from the top, making my forehead look like an inflated balloon. I also had this very annoying cutesy smile that made me look like a bunny. I truly do not know what I was thinking.
I have this habit of online spring cleaning: every few months or so, I go through the archives of active online accounts and privatize possibly incriminating and/or embarrassing entries or photos. I did it to my old Livejournal (just in case there are people wondering where the juicy selloutgirl entries are), my Multiply, and even my Flickr. Good move, really, because good lord, I used to be really really ugly (by my own standards and compared to how I look now, mind you). Someone tweeted me a while ago saying that he scanned my Project 365 and noticed that I’ve changed since Day One, that I’ve bloomed. That prompted me to dig through my Photobucket and Multiply and sweet Jesus, I looked really lulzy. I’m glad I grew up (heh). I picked out some photos to show you guys, take a look!
Some time ago, I posted a stupid Christmas wishlist. Though I seriously do want a pink typewriter (or any typewriter, for that matter, so long as it clacks noisily, dings loudly and so long as it works), I must say I can do without the others I wrote in there. Now that Christmas is a little over a month away, I thought I’d write down a few things that I would be more than joyful to receive (nevermind that there is only one person out there who would actually bother ♥). This list is devoid of wishful thinking (i.e. a dSLR, a Wii, a new laptop).
1. The gift of Hanson, preferably the Strong Enough to Break DVD and/or Middle of Nowhere Acoustic. I will not like (but will still accept LOL, maybe) pirated copies as I love these boys dearly and feel terrible “stealing” from them.
2. The gift of Hannah Montana. I am serious. I would like stickers, a lunch box, a cardboard cutout etc etc. Anything with Miley/Hannah, better if it’s pink and sparkly.
3. Rosaries. I am not Catholic, I do not pray, the last time I went to mass was at my junior year college retreat, and I never learned how to do the whole rosary thing. But I want rosaries, the none glow-in-the-dark-green kind, and lots of it.
4. A very large world map, larger than the width of my outstretched arms.
5. Animal masks and/or animal head pieces. The lion head piece belongs to a boy named David, he says he got it from Toy Kingdom. When, I do not know. This year, I hope.
6. A book on origami + origami paper and yarn or rope.
7. All the listed recordings of Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered. I already have Celine Dion’s and Silje Nergaard’s. I do not like Rufus Wainwright’s version =/
8. A drawing of a child holding a colorless balloon while walking his pet crocodile down the street.
9. A beret/beanie/skullie in red or bright blue! Knitted and very cute, of course.
10. A Dr Seuss book. Any would do, better if secondhand/pre-owned with a stranger-child’s scribbles all over. My favorite is Happy Birthday To You! which my dad got for my ninth (I think) birthday. I loved that book to bits, it felt bigger than my little girl self.
11. All the liempo I can eat (and more). I admit, I am kind of starving as I type this and this is merely my hunger speaking. Liempo is always welcome, though.
12. You, you, YOU. Christmas and New Year’s with you.
♥
Seeing that my Flickr/Project365 gained a little popularity, I’m used to blogs (such as TechCrunch OMFG) using my photos to go with their entries/articles. I don’t mind as I like sharing and the attention (plus, they always link back to my Flickr page). Some days ago, though, Abbie sent me a Twitter direct message saying that she got a Facebook friend request from a certain “Rhianne Alvarez” who uncannily looked a lot like me. Perhaps because she was using my photo.
You could say that being complacent is one of my flaws because instead of freaking out (or something), waging a futile e-war with someone whose account I don’t even have full access to, and adding an ugly ass watermark to all my photos (I have so many issues with that), I decided to have a good giggle over it and “move on”. By “move on”, I mean checking up on Rhianne’s profile everyday to see what else she does.
Today:
Holeh moleh, she changed her name and her photo! But it’s still a photo of me! A very unflattering one, too, with a Third World inidoro in the background (that was intentional).
This time, I was a liiiitle creeped out. Upon gaining access to her account, I find out her real name (I assume so because that was the email address she listed) and see that she’s using a bunch of my photos, too!
I am strangely flattered, really. Today, someone’s online persona; tomorrow, the world. Moohrhrhrhrhrhr.
Dear Mister Internet,
For Christmas, I would like to be crowned the new queen of /b/. I fear that I am just not speshul enough.
Sad&<3broken / (///_T) & </3,
Helga
Katy posted a short list of her pet peeves over at her blog and I thought I’d follow suit (you’ll see me doing this a lot from now on, taking my cue from fellow bloggers re: topics) and post a list of my own. Like Katy, I’ve mellowed down a lot and am no longer the angry, short-tempered person I used to be. That doesn’t mean I don’t get pissed off by things, though!
People who do nothing but bitchbitchbitchbitch! online. Slap me with a pan if I become someone like this. I’m not saying that I don’t rant on my social network profiles or internet accounts because I do, but not constantly. I’m also aware that a lot of people use the internet to air out their offline frustrations but if that’s what you’re using the internet solely for, it gets really old.
When people impose their narrow-minded ideals and values on you. They’re just as bad as homophobes or bible-thumping Christians. Sometimes, they don’t even know it.
People who block the way. Maybe they don’t realize it or maybe they’re just too stupid to be aware that they’re inconveniencing other people so here’s a tip: if it’s an area that gets a lot of foot traffic, move to the side and out of the way if you feel the sudden urge to stop walking. Don’t just come to a halt and decide to text right there because I will intentionally come crashing onto the arm you’re holding your cellphone with.
Trying to be characters from Gossip Girl. It’s just ridiculous, especially in middle-class Philippines.
Ellipses used improperly. I don’t get it… why type your sentences like this… What are you omitting… I once asked someone why he typed like this… He said it was sweet… I… don’t… get… it…
Crazy Philippine weather. It’s November– the weather is supposed to be nippy, yet it feels like summer. The heat doesn’t make it feel like Christmas is less than a month away =(
“Shiznit”, “Biyatch/Biatch”, “Effing/Effin/F*cking” Two issues. First: I’m all for trimming the fat when it comes to words; with the exception of the last, why bother with “shiznit” and “biyatch/biatch” when you can just say “shit” or “bitch”? They’re a syllable and a few letters shorter. Easier to type and say. Second: oh, so you’re not comfortable saying “bad words”? Sorry to break it to ya, but cutesifying a curse word doesn’t make it any less a curse word. Also, how old are you? Two?
What are your pet peeves?
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