Fare thee well

My dear readers, I believe my own personal form of tragedy struck last Saturday.

A classmate from grad school turned out to be one of those few people who fancy basically the same literary options as I do.  He kept mentioning this book that I just must read.  He insisted so much that he was willing to part with his copy temporarily.

I decided to end my curiosity last Saturday when I headed over to National Bookstore Mall of Asia on my way home to Las Piñas.  I walked in, two-strapping my backpack, my phone and wallet in one hand, a bag of cotton buds for my mother in the other.

I walked to Customer Service and had them look for that book.  Tea Obreht’s The Tiger’s Wife.  Personnel immediately radioed another staffer to look for a copy around the store.  In an effort to not look like a prick, I wandered around fiction and literary winners section for another book to add to my list.

I think I need to reread Jane Austen’s something.  Oooh, George Orwell.  I don’t get the buzz for Jessica Zafra.  IT’S MY FAVORITE BOOK!  Yay for Arlene Chai!  I wonder if they have Fight Club here…

Random thoughts kept spilling in and out of my head, and I didn’t notice the time.  The service personnel gave me The Tiger’s Wife and as I grabbed a copy of Persuasion, I noticed I only had my phone in my hand.  No wallet.

The next 40 minutes consisted of me peering over CCTV footage, filing complaints in Uniqlo, Forever21, Zara and National Bookstore, but as time droned by I had to accept the inevitable:  my wallet is never coming back to me.

I had to return the books I had in my hand.  It was the last copy of The Tiger’s Wife.  My father was waiting for me outside; at least I didn’t have to worry about my ride home.  And I was drowning in an overwhelming sense of calmness.

That sense has finally subsided when I woke up to get to work this morning.

Farewell, my safari printed Liz Claiborne wallet.  I know I’ve constantly complained about replacing you, but really you were precious.  You housed my photos, government IDs and cash and credit cards.  You housed my identity.  Never did I think that I’d lose you in a sea of books.  But then, that’s really the best way to lose any material possession.  However far away, I know for a fact that you will always be with me.

Because no bitch or whore would ever dare to steal my name.  If they know what’s good for them.

I miss you already. </3

Falling in love with Lennon and Maisy

It was a pretty rough day at work when a coworker suggested that I peek into the adorkable world of Lennon and Maisy.  If you haven’t seen their video below, you should click play now:

They’re so cute!  It absolutely prompted me to look into more of their work, and what blew my mind were their ages:  Lennon is 12, and Maisy, 8.

I rapidly viewed all of their videos and though this rendition of Jason Mraz’s I Won’t Give Up is already a perfect accompaniment to an onsite wedding video:

It was Maisy’s growling rendition of Missy Higgins’ Secret that sent chills up and down my spine.

Who wouldn’t fall in love with these two?!  They even made a thank you video!  Look out for the second “we”!

They’re going to guest star on a TV show called Nashville.  I don’t really watch that one, but I think I will have to download that particular episode just to see these two.

Subscribe to their YouTube channel here, follow them on Twitter, and like their Facebook page.

Yeah yeah, I did all three.  Hahahah.

All photos from the Lennon and Maisy Stella Facebook Page.

 

Kitchen and dancing

Adah and I danced to this as I prepare dinner with her watch her cook my our dinner.


Tell me that did not get you dancing and I will call you a LIAR!!!

But if you want a more mellow version, here’s something that you can easily fall in love with.


But then I’m sure this meant to us more than it did/will to you. :)

Get dancing!

A crudely disguised gag order

Yeah, you read that right.  That’s how I see the Cyber Crime Law.

Last September 12, the President of the Republic of the Philippines signed into law Republic Act 10175 or the Cybercrime Prevention Act.  Now don’t get me wrong; the Philippines is in obvious need of this law to prevent child pornography, theft and all other what nots and shenanigans one can easily run over the vast virtual free space of the Web.  But what I didn’t really see coming — actually, I think no one saw this coming, even though a senator whined about it some unforgettable moment before — is this:  the provision for cyberlibel.

Yep, you read that right.  The nation who was brought to fame and infamy because of a peaceful, non-violent revolution led by the mother of the incumbent president has a provision for cyberlibel.  It still exists even though the UN has constantly frowned upon the existence of libel clauses in the Penal Code.  And the punishment for cyberlibel is far harsher than libel of traditional media.

Sen. Teofisto “TG” Guingona III said it best.  And here’s the gist of what he said:

 

For the entire piece, click here.

And my opinion comes right about…. now.

I like the Internet.  I like the world wide web.  Since 2004, it has given me ample space to air out my frustrations, goals and unsolicited criticisms.  It is so inviting.  It does not discriminate.  Anyone can take a piece, plop down and call it their space.  I’ve hopped from tBlog to LiveJournal to WordPress with ease and comfort.  This is my living room.

To tell me I can’t put my feet up when I’m in my own living room is just complete utter bull.

If his mother was still alive now, he should expect a disapproving tone to come from her.  This virtual space may have brought out the most scheming and alluring of criminals, but it has also brought out inquisitive and critical minds.  With anonymity, opinions are freely aired and remain as such:  just opinions.  This virtual space allows every individual to find a comfortable outlet to vent, to speak up.

There’s a reason why celebrities, government officials and other personalities eventually planted their ground on the Web:  because they reach people there.  They get to talk to them, find their fans and their critics, see the things they don’t (or not get to) see, peel their eyes to the realities that their eyes cannot seem to cover.  The people — though mostly loud, incoherent and at times offensive — give their thoughts and views on issues FOR FREE.  You don’t even have to pay a survey facility to conduct a quick census, a free online poll  latched to a frequently visited blogger can easily solve that.

So I don’t get it.  Why silence the tens of millions who have created their space?  This is their living room.  Not yours.  And just because they called your interior decor crappy and overdone doesn’t mean they don’t merit to have a living room of their own.

<vent over>

At present, editorials, activists, and lawyers continually question this law and how its supposed to be implemented.  A senator recently admitted to not having seen the provision for cyberlibel and just agreed to the law in general.  Now they’re saying they’re revising the law since the implementing rules and regulations will not sufficiently qualify the depth of the said provision.

You see, ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when you railroad the process to favor your own intentions.  It backfires.  Splatters.  Like shit hitting the fan.  Like crimson mist.

Get it done.  Get it right.  Set it straight.  You owe the people that much.

To know more about the Cybercrime Prevention Law, read the full text here.

I cannot delay these anymore!

At the risk of sounding shallow, I am about to post all the things that are essential to my wardrobe and whims.  Hahahaha.

But really, these are the things that I have constantly postponed getting because I keep telling myself, they won’t run out, or that they’re always there.  Now that I have school and I actually feel the need to be constantly mobile, I have to remind myself that I lack the following:

Photo from Villman

I didn’t really think I would need additional storage so soon!  It was a couple of weeks ago when my external hard drive started flashing red.  I only have about 20G of space left in the 500G baby, so yeah, I need space and I need it soon.

Photo from Sabo Skirt

Some of you might think a good pair of denim shorts is not essential but it is.  Ask my family.  They would know.  BWAHAHAHA.

 

Sage Ballet Flats by Ichigo Shoes

Again, let me just reiterate:  one can never have too many shoes, particularly flats.  Now that I am constantly everywhere, trying to accomplish a smoother work-study-life balance, I need good comfortable shoes to keep my feet light and quick.  I already got my running shoes, so yeah, these commuter babies are the next ones I need.

And last, but certainly not the least,

Oxford Laptop Bag by Beabi

I currently use the gigantic laptop issued to me at work.  Because I am so behind in documentation, I take it wherever I go, and it’s becoming really hard to lag around a Havaianas canvas tote bag.  I mean, if I have that bag, I shouldn’t really expect to be taken seriously.  I need something that looks official and holds all my shit together.  Coz I have so much shit I don’t know where to place.

So there.  A blog especially dedicated to the list I have been avoiding for the longest time.  Now where’s that long overdue bonus?!