366 thoughts: Day 1/New Year’s is awesome part 2

I’m not good with words but I’ll do this 366 thoughts, anyway. As a way of documenting the important stuff. 😀

New Year’s photo dump!

I’m so proud of myself for cooking everything! :> The stuffed turbo whatever you call it chicken turned out especially good. :>

Another thing to be proud of is that we walked home from church! I was wearing 6-inch heels. Sew sew proud.

Hopefully, I could keep up with this 366 thoughts thing! 😀

Fireworks, great food, and everything that makes New Year’s awesome,
V

New Year’s is awesome!

If you noticed the lack of the mandatory how-was-my-Christmas blogpost, it’s because I don’t like talking about things that suck. So here’s to the best holiday ever instead!

If you’re one of those people who are anti-New Year’s, there must be something wrong with you. New Year’s is the most fantastic holiday ever invented in the history of humankind! One good reason would be all of the fireworks! My personal favorite is the ~fountain~ It’s a firework display that’s just half a meter in front of you! How cool is that? If half a meter is too long or too short, I’m sorry. I don’t know really know how long that is.

Another reason New Year’s is awesome is that it’s not religion-sensitive. Everyone can celebrate New Year’s. Last Christmas, I made the mistake of greeting one of my favorite people on the ~innernette~ only for him to reply that he doesn’t do Christmas. I felt so ashamed. I was raised in an environment where practically everyone is Christian, whaddyu expect?

I also have no qualms about leaving bad things behind, forgiving and forgetting, starting over, all that shiz. I’m actually an expert on it. Like Friendster, for example. I just deleted my Friendster account without worrying about all the pictures and memories and blah blah. I just felt like deleting it. HAHAHA.

New Year’s also serves as a free pass to get all cheesy, madrama, and reminisce-y. So to everyone who made my 2011 great, thank you! 🙂 And to everyone who made it miserable, fuck you. Hahahaha.

To all the friends who stayed even though I’m not exactly good on the keeping-in-contact part. To all the friends who didn’t leave even after everything. To all the friends whom I know will be there for me whenever I need them. To all the friends who made me smile. To all the friends who didn’t make me regret that I’m too trusting. To all the friends who are always there to listen, thank you. 😀

That whole paragraph was a cliche, but to quote the great Marshall Eriksen, “Cliches are cliches for a reason. They’re comforting.” And they’re also true. I know I’m very hard to deal with so to all the people who are still there, salamat sa pagttyaga. 🙂

Thank God for these people :>

These three will always be on my people-to-never-forget list. We only get to hang out like 5 times a year, maybe even less, but they always know what’s going on in my mind. I can say everything I want to say when I’m with them. Every fallen tear, every mistake I’ve made, and never have I received any judgment. :> Bes, Erine, and Boli, salamat. :”>

Words cannot describe how much I miss and love these three. Hahaha okay I’m tearing up. :)) Joey, Caila, and Fidel, sorry I’m not visiting! 😦 I have gifts for you paaa! 😀 Here’s to Von, Will, Migi, and Richard too! I miss you guys! :> Actually buong Uno. :>

Plus Monz! :> Sya yung nagpicture kaya wala sya. :))
Ansabe ng sideview?

Thank you, MakSci for putting these couples together. :> I don’t exactly know how our friendships started but I’m glad it did. I love this bunch. :> (Sorry na kay Dave na walang ka-couple. :)) )
Sosyal ka, solo picture mo. :)) Hindi ko alam kung kailan naging isa si Kenut sa mga taong maaasahan ko, pero yun sya. Hahaha. Lagi man syang nagrereklamo kasi kinakausap ko lang sya pag may kailangan ako, go pa din naman sa pagaadvice at pagtulong. Salamat sayo, Kenut, at sa kulot mong buhok. Sana maging maswerte ka sa babae ngayong taon, o baka naman kasi sila yung malas sayo. Hindi ko alam. HAHAHAHA.

Girls from high school :> The few ones that I really treasure. Even if we’re not talking that much na, you guys will always have that special place in me. :> Wala akong makitang picture namin ni Ate She, kainis. :/

My family ❤ My life would be miserable if I didn't have these three as my family. I've proven that last Christmas, Chen and Wawin weren't around and it just felt incomplete. I've never said, "I love you," to them but I really do. I really really do love you, guys.
Bago ka pa makapagtampo kasi ang tagal mo, eto ka na o. :> Salamat ng marami sa’yo. I’ve said this before and I think I won’t ever stop saying it: When everyone else walked out on me, you came back. That means a lot. Sobrang thank you. Sorry for all the things I’ve put you through. 😦 I think the only one who could compete with you in the people whom I hurt the most race would be my mom. Sorry I’m so destructive. :/ anyway, alam mo namang mahal kita e. :> We still have that family to build, someday. :> Just hang in there, we’ll get through everything together 😉 13 years old pa lang ako may ek ek na ko sa’yo, bakit pa ako titigil, lalo na ngayon, diba? :>

2011 was such an eventful year, not just for me but for the whole world. I still can’t believe that Steve Jobs and Christopher Hitchens are dead, and Amy Winehouse turned from ugly drug addict to a saint. The London riots, Occupy Wall Street, the last movie of Harry Potter. Iron Man 2, Captain America, and Thor. Sure there were miserable parts but fuck them all. We now have 2012 ahead of us and in case the Mayans got this right, let’s live this coming year as if it were our last. 😀
So many things to look forward to, like the Avengers! 2012 will be my year, I swear it.

Another reason to love the New Year would be the start of year-long projects, and for 2012, it’d be 366 somethings! I decided to go with 366 thoughts because I don’t think I could focus on one thing. Another blogpost coming up! This such a loser ending for this post.

xx and hope you had a fun New Year’s,
V

PS

I’ve been told that I’m too gullible, that I trust people too easily, and that I’d believe practically anything anyone tells me. I’ve always thought that it was one of my good traits because doubts just make me feel like a bad person. I never liked doubting people, because in the first place, the one thing I hate the most is being doubted. Yes, this year wasn’t the first time I placed my bets on the wrong people but I think this instant was the one where it hurt the most. I’m not exactly one to hold grudges, I’m actually too forgiving for my own good, so here’s to recovering what was lost. I’m just gonna leave this right here. 🙂

Justin Bieber: Destroying His "Career," One Christmas Song At A Time

Waddup Biebs,

If there’s one thing that you should know about me, I’m annoyingly musically pretentious. It pains me physically to admit that I’m into the likes of you. Also, whenever I hear a terrible song for the first time, my eyebrows does this thing that says, “What in the fuckery is this?!”
But then, despite my pretentious nature, I made a public declaration of my not dislike of your songs. I know all the words to your song Stuck in the Moment and that other one Overboard. I mean, dude. I downloaded your whole album. That’s kind of big when you consider the fact that I don’t even like Coldplay. Yes, one thing that you should note about Venus Banaag is that I’m a Bieber fan but I detest Coldplay. Joel and I are probably the only people among our group of friends that hate them. I just don’t get their appeal. You can all laugh now.
I’m not exactly pop music-savvy these days, either. I mean, when everyone were tweeting and FB-status-ing ~*We found love in a hopeless place*~ I was thinking, “Oh dear God, is a war happening without me knowing it?!” When googled it, however, it led me to a Rihanna video. My eyebrows did that thing again.  Hey, look! New Year’s Resolution! Stick to one topic per blogpost.
Going back on track: Bieber fan, not pop music savvy. That’s why when Joel told me that Bieber released a Christmas album, with the comment, “Ay, chura! *iling*” I decided to check it out for myself. After 50 minutes of agony, let me ask you this: Are you trying out if musical suicide would be a good move for your career?!
Why are you doing this to yourself? See this collection of Blair Waldorf GIFs?

I’ve been alternating those faces the whole time I’ve been listening to your album. Please don’t do something like this again. Not even Never Say Never 2 can save you from this abomination. What’s that thing you did with Drummer Boy and Silent Night?! I felt like my ears would bleed. I’d give you one thing, though. Your puberty voice is very sexy. Just please record better songs. Wag mo ko ipahiya, pwede? You over Coldplay, remember. YOU OVER COLDPLAY. No pressure. Better album, k?
Distressed ~*fan*~,
V
PS There was one decent song pala. Not-so-bad job on this one.

Book Appreciation: The Solitude of Prime Numbers

“A prime number is a lonely thing. It can only be divided by itself or by one; it never truly fits with another.”

The Solitude of Prime Numbers centers on two people named Alice and Mattia, who both carry childhood traumas of different natures which affects them both for the rest of their lives, turning them into prime numbers. After a party incident in their teenage years, they become friends, finding comfort in each other’s loneliness. However, unspoken feelings drove them apart and made Mattia take on a teaching job abroad. It was only years later when a fateful incident forces Alice to write Mattia a letter telling him to come home, which then makes Mattia drop everything and take the first plane back.

Never have I seen a book that is both depressing and comforting. Comforting, not in an oh-dear-lord-these-people-are-so-miserable-I-should-just-be-contented kind of way, but in a way that after finishing and putting down the book, after intense feelings of sadness and pain, you’d be surrounded by an overwhelming feeling of Zen. I don’t know if it has the same effect on everyone but that’s what it did to me.

I don’t usually do these kinds of stuff, blogging about awesome books that I’ve read, because I suck at describing things. With my very limited vocabulary and innate hate for reading anything that is too adjective-y, I’ve developed this handicap. Another one of those reasons why I couldn’t possibly consider being an author as a job. However, after googling this book and seeing the very unflattering Wikipedia article, I felt that I should share it somehow. I learned about this book through JM nga pala, all of the copies that I could find here are all hard bound and costs like 1K+ so I just made my brother buy me two copies and have it shipped here. Hi, JM, if you’re reading this here’s your super delayed birthday present! :))

Anyway, if you’re looking for a book that explores the concept of need and loneliness at its extremes, this is definitely a must-read. If you already know about this book, sorry for being such a slowpoke. Lulz.

“In his first year at university, Mattia had learned that, among prime numbers, there are some that are even more special. Mathematicians call them twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching.”

Read it and you won’t regret! Now off to reading 1Q84 through the holidays while I still don’t have to commute!

Over at my imaginary fireplace and magnificent chimney,
V

The 16th of December

Look at Joel’s anniversary present! One of the best gifts anyone has given me :>

In case Cars isn’t at the top of your ~Best Disney Animated Films,~ I suggest you look back and rethink your life decisions. Cars is simply the best with Meet the Robinsons running close in second place.

I’ve never been a fan of the traditional Filipino ligaw scene. Girls who prolong the courting procedure because they’re making pakipot disgust me to the heavens and back. I think the only acceptable reason as to why you should prolong it would be if you’re unsure of your feelings or if you’re unsure of your pursuer’s true intentions. I mean, if you like the guy, why would you reject him just so he would continue giving you presents and carry your bag? It just all seems pointless to me.
I’m not a very big fan of “the-guy-should-do-everything” thing for you, either. Girls can’t just bitch around and expect the guy to understand while every single mistake of guy gets criticized by his girlfriend. That’s just wrong. I’m all for equal rights, dude. Equal rights.
But if there’s one thing that I like, it’s the harana. It’s always been my dream for some dude to knock in my door, suck everything up, and just sing to me, complete with an acoustic ensemble. It’s extra kilig when the guy who’s doing it for you is very embarassed of his singing voice. :>
That’s why I enjoyed yesterday so much. Joel came to my house to fetch me. I kept on insisting that we meet somewhere na lang. Equal rights. But he was very persistent in making me sundo, so all for the spirit of our second anniversary, I just conceded. When he arrived here, I was really kilig na when he handed me the stuffed Lightning McQueen. Hihihihihi. Seriously, this was more than enough. But then I saw three of our friends hiding with 2 guitars and a flute. Joel sang I Could Not Ask for More and Forevermore to me. If people could die from giddiness, I’d be long gone by now. Thank you, Cardinal. :>
And with that, I would like to thank UST for hiring all the best bands evuuur for us. :> Panira nga lang yung 6CycleMind. Hahaha. And thanks din for the awesome firework display. You must really love us, we don’t even go there! Hahaha.
There was a downside to the harana thing, though. You see, the night of the 15th was my turn for gift giving and surprising. So I asked Jecjec if he could learn the song Such Great Heights for me. Buut, he made up some excuse and cancelled on the last minute so my surprise failed. 😦 Turns out the real reason he cancelled was because he was practicing Joel’s piece! We should widen our circle of friends. Haha.
You know how in your teen years, that one question keeps popping up? “How do you know if the love you’re feeling is real?” No one really knows the answer. Most of the time, people just answer “Ewan ko’s” and say things like, “If he makes you smile.” Well, I think I’ve got an answer–albeit, a vague one–for it now.
It may sound cliche, but I never tire of Joel’s presence. We could be the only two people in the world and I won’t complain. Just as long as we have a lifetime supply of fried chicken and ice cream. A boyfriend who’s also my best friend, confidante, and protector. That one relationship I never ever want to stop. I used to be that person who appears to be so fricken attached to a relationship, but in reality, mang-iiwan lang din sa huli. It seems mean, but that’s what I realized when I fell in love with Joel. I don’t really savor the thought of being attached to a person, but Joel just makes it feel so good and love-ish.
A life without him would be incomplete. It may sound cheesy, but I super friggin love that person. Please don’t let it end. We’re in for the long haul, please don’t let anything that might change that happen. I know I haven’t been exactly religious ever since priests stopped making sense, but please. Just don’t ever let this end. Of all things, this is the one that I am not capable of letting go. Ever.

Them Outfit Shots

As if my weight that is fated to impending doom wasn’t enough heartbreaking proof that I have no future in modelling, I decided to take outfit shots tonight. (See also: Inggitera Forever)

I can blame so many things for the failure of ALL the shots that was taken, some of them being the loser lighting in my room, the fact that the one taking my pictures is my 14-year-old cousin whom I would never encourage to take up photography, or my loser cam. But the truth is, I just can’t do them lookbook poses. O, self, why do you continually do damage to your self-esteem?

So to make up for the eyesore that is my poor posture and funny face, the following pictures would be a bunch of overprocessed (or is that two-worded?) photos using actions I downloaded because there’s not a chance in hell that I would overcome my laziness and actually learn how to use photoshop. Click Read on! if you dare.


#lowqualitypics2011

I think this is the only ~*decent*~ shot HAHAHA

Oo, Ven! Parang nagpprepare ka lang magtantrum.
Hype this look on lookbook here.
I’m just kidding! But click the link anyway, it’s amusing!
And since I’ve already put myself through all this humiliation, pangangatawanan ko na!

Mango top and sling bag, ViseVersa vest, Comfit necklace, Adore shorts, Toxic Candy rings, and Aldo pumps. (Complete with links!)
Feel free laugh at me in the comments section. #simplengplug
Hoping that my ~*outfit*~ wasn’t all that bad,
V


A Tribute to my Mother During the Christmas Season…

…because doing it on the first sunday of May is so mainstream. And I’m right, right? Mother’s Day is on the first sunday of May? Anyway…

Everytime I get a bad haircut, my mom makes it a point to say that it really suits me, every goddamn minute. And I have two theories on why she consistently does this:
       a) She’s just tricking me into thinking that it looks good on me so that I wouldn’t whine about it until the next month or two. I can actually do that; or
       b) She just really thinks that it suits me.

Either way, I find it comforting because this is one of those few moments when my very unmotherly mother gets motherly. See, my mom, for the most part and in hindsight, raised me alone. And she acted more like a dad. Maybe that’s why we used to fight a lot. Which is also why I owe a lot of things to her. All people get cheesy at 3 in the morning! Everyone knows that! Geez.

Readers, one thing that you should know about girls is that we hate getting fat. We love food–chocolates, ice cream, cream puffs, name it–but we hate getting fat. (Fun fact: I like using the punctuation, –.) Now that just looked like 4/5 of this smiley: (–,) Ven, focus.

You kind of owe it to your mothers because they sacrificed 9 months of getting fat just for you. And I’m guessing that letting a whole person that weighs about 7 lbs. on the average pass through your vajayjay isn’t an easy feat either. And you think the fun stops there? No, no, no. She has to feed you! Through her nipples! My mom always says that she tried so hard to squeeze breastmilk out of her nips that it bled! I always feel an overwhelming guilt whenever she tells that story, after all those shouts and headaches that I gave her.

And I don’t know where I’m headed with this narration, really, because I’m writing this at 3 in the morning and this is already my second blog post since I woke up the previous morning and I’ve already ran out of witty ways to describe raising a child. I guess all I’m saying is that, unless your mom is a really horrible person who plays Russian roulette with you and when it’s your turn she fully loads the gun, the least you could do is to dedicate a whole blog post to her.

I’m so sweet, aren’t I? Ok, maybe a hug, too. And maybe some flowers even if she says flowers are a big waste of money because they’re gonna wilt, anyway. If she says that, maybe just give her a pot of plant. If she’s not big on plants, then just disregard the whole plant idea. Maybe chocolates are your best bet. Unless she’s diabetic. Oh dear chair, Ven, stop already! I’ve really got to invent some nice sounding alternative curse. Oh dear chair? Really, self? Really?