Wardrobe Worries
Saturday, October 24, 2009 7:33 PM /
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15 kilos.
15 f*ckn kilos is all I have for my luggage. That is what the rules on the note, together with the airplane ticket I had bought, says.
What the hell I'm supposed to bring along?! Homework papers?
Jessa has suspected that I would be over the allotted clothes limit. She’s wrong. I have thought this it out all night to minimize and "decompress" my luggage.
Like for example: I would bring my traveling bag, backpack and a sling bag for additional room.
I will bring my honey-colored blanket with Pooh prints. It’s soft and cozy.
I just realized this: to save more ample space, I’ll substitute sando as my house shirt.
I have considered wearing briefs or topping a sando or maybe sleeping naked during bedtime but the idea of moi exposed to prying eyes, mosquitoes and other night creatures is another problem. So instead of bringing mosquito net and katol (another consumed space), I’ll wear pajamas and jogging pants.
Instead of sneakers and sandals, I’ll bring my white slip-ons. It’s light and easy to clean (I must bring an extra brush, no, a toothbrush). Fortunately my pseudo-brother Coke haven’t doodled it with paint. Yet.
I am currently debating if I need to wear slippers at the boarding house..walking barefoot is sexy. What do ya think?
My flight is two weeks away. And I think I’m ready.Labels: ken chua, strategic planning, travel
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Cinderfella and the Goblet of Apple Vodka
Thursday, October 22, 2009 11:28 AM /
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Aaaeeiii! It’s almost midnight, and I haven’t dressed yet for Halloween Ball! Hastily I put on my cobalt gown of puffy foams.
Despite my pleads and reasoning, my wicked stepmummy She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was against the idea of socializing at midnight. To make sure I couldn’t go, she ordered me do the household chores, washing dishes and cleaning loos. Servant stuffs.
I sneak downstairs and saw the Wicked Witch of the World waiting at the bottom. Waiting for me.
Drat.
She knows that I would defy her. And with what I’m wearing, I can’t reason out that I’m just returning the broom to the closet.
“Dear, you’re going dressed as that?!” she looks incredulous, “You aren’t a princess Cinderfella, you’re a witch – dress like one!”
I hate it when she calls my full name, I prefer Fella. “Well, I can’t wear my black raggedy clothes. And besides, this is a costume party, mum.”
“Never mind. Here, have a cup of vodka before you go.”
I can’t believe it! She does not ground me or something. I grip the glass of red bubbly liquid and take a swig. It tasted like rotten apples – sweet, and bitter with tang of..poison.
For a moment I’m paralyze. My body feels heavy, lifeless.
“Be still, sweetie,” she whispers, “you’re lucky I didn’t turn you into a four-legged amphibian like Prince Charming, the magic mirror had even suggested ripping your heart out. Now say goodnight to mummy, because you’ll be sleeping for a looong, loooong time”
No. _______________________________________________________________________________Hmmm..I think this isn't spooky. Lol :-P
Anyway I was never good in making scary stories, that I honestly admit.
This is my first entry in deviant for the Halloween Contest! Don't complain about it being too short and bitin, the rules only allow a minimum of 250 words. I'd love to add how Fella managed to stay awake despite the sleeping spell of the wicked witch and that Prince Charming is gonna be included for the witch's special Halloween recipe - choclait frogs! whahhahaLabels: decepticon, fantasy, feature, jumpy, ken chua, literature, monsters
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009 7:48 PM /
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I’m still a newbie when it comes to the blogging industry, it may or may not seem so obvious to you, dear reader. So before you assault me with a backlash that there’s an error in my composition, I do now apologize in advance. I’m not an English major, but I love to write and talk to some foreigners one day, may it be a proposal for publishing my works or a business partnership.
Hmmm..That makes me think that I must find an editor.
Yah.
Virtually everything anyone writes for publication needs an editor. For moi whose first language is not English, I need an editor to work with the essential story and bring the language and thought crafting up to a higher level. Yah.
When I speak of higher level, that also includes finding a book publisher (if I were not discovered by a book publisher), getting an agent, seeing my works resting on the shelves of local bookstores, and garnering an award.
But first, I need an editor. So I’m posting this announcement. .*drums thundering*
WANTED EDITOR
preferably:
★ he/she could either be a student of any a college level
★ has experience in editing
★ a good communicator
★ friendly
★ patient
★ has a sense of humor
★ who edits for FREE!
Note on the last part about editing for free. Yep, coz I don't have money yet. But we could split 70-30 if I got published and be a millionaire. One day. And I'll always mention your name in my blog. :-P
See my links for contact info
Maybe we could discuss about shoes, food, politics, music, movies, sex. .etc
Labels: blogging, career, feature, ken chua, priority
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The Morning Star Mystery
Thursday, October 15, 2009 12:34 PM /
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I am a light sleeper. I could sleep late and wake up early. I could hear things while sleeping; I could mutter indiscernible expressions, curse and recite some ancient, long lost dialogues. Mom told me I’m a gifted contortionist too.
Ever had those nagging feeling that you are not alone? A realization hit me during one of my peaceful slumbers that someone’s here. I could not know if it was human or not. Maybe it was an angel or some stray spirit wandering around? Maybe it was a succubus, who’ll make love to me and show me the great pleasures a man can experience! Yess!
I opened my eyes and was a lil bit shocked and disappointed to see Ej’s face scrutinizing me.
“G-good morning!” I managed to sound bright and cheerful, realizing it was only my big buddy.
Last night I went to his house for a group study. Ej and I and Ivy. Threesome! Unfortunately Ivy had another engagement. So that left moi and Hush with nothing to do but play Rohan when our thoughts went sluggish brooding over our Distributive Systems project. At 4 AM I plopped down to sleep.
Ej was quiet, regarding me with wonder (I think). I am very conscious about my looks especially after being idle in bed for hours without a hair check. So I announced that I would like to have a private moment for myself and could he please leave the room?
He left. And I dashed to the nearest mirror checking my reflection. Small, tired eyes. Ruffled hair. Pale. Hungry. I took a closer look on the mirror, checking my eyes. They looked kinda funny being small, seems like I was still sleeping though I was now fully awake.
And I gasped.
May muta ko. Sh*t.
What happened?!
Maybe I cried? Possibly. Only tears could make this happen.
Another question: why?
Maybe because I was possessed by that poor soul I was talking about? Maybe it wanted revenge or it was just upset for the injustice of not having another chance to live? Maybe I was possessed by a drama queen from TV?! Nah, I am pretty strong to be a host for spirits.
Maybe because the succubus raped me and I did not like it? I checked my underwear looking for dry smudges of..you know. No traces.
Uhmmm..maybe it rained last night and this was just a mild dew.
Aaarrggg!
I gave up. I could only conclude that I cried. Which is not a big deal since we got all these projects and exams and OJT stuffs. Must have been too heavy for my subconscious to bear. Aw.
Hmmm..I couldn’t let go of that thought. It is really humiliating, but if I cried what more embarrassing acts did I do while I was sleeping? Pick my nose, sleepwalk or – I can’t bear this – snore?
Frankly, I do not have any answers. I think I’ll go and ask Ej.Labels: bouncy, fantasy, jumpy, ken chua, lifestyle, sci-fi, what if
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I'm Not The Brightest Bulb In Class, But I'm Getting Polished
Monday, October 12, 2009 11:47 AM /
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Good news, and bad news!
I now have a company for my internship! After insisting to the HR manager that yea, I am willing to spend my OJT days there in Makati, I was accepted without much preamble. I would be on a different department though. When I had refused to be assigned to the IT Department doing Programming stuff, Ms C, the HR manager, was supportive enough, saying that I have had enough of that already. She gladly provided me with another option: do all techie stuffs – networking, troubleshooting and all! – on a rotational basis. Kewl. I thanked her and that closed up the deal (except for a few contracts that I must sign).
Now for the minor stuffs: I have forgotten to ask her about the dress code. I suppose it would be office clothes. Of course it is! But somehow I wish it’s not. Imagine everyday going to work wearing long sleeves and slacks. With a tie. Aaaiieeee!
Aside from my shortage of wardrobe, I think sporting a business attire on the streets of Manila is dangerous. Even if I do not have a car, still dangerous. Tsk, tsk. . Manila is teeming with bad people, creeps and bozos. Do you know what would happen if some stray punk sees me?
I would be mugged.
I would be kidnapped.
I would be. .uhmm..let’s leave out the worse scenario.
So that’s one of the bad news. Moi going up there all alone. Living all alone. Eating all alone. And speaking of being alone, I think there might be another complication: I f*kn do not know enough household chores! Yah. Honestly. I can’t let Mr Labada take care of my laundry or eat at some fast food joint everyday. Very magastos. The allowance for my internship wouldn’t last for three months. Unless I would turn out to be one of those creeps and mug some poor newbie.
But that’s not a great idea. I don’t want to spend my internship in jail – holidays included.
I have grand plans though. a) To tag along my sneaky sister as my PA, but that would rub me off my pleasure for freedom or b) board with my female classmates, but none of them has been accepted by a company yet. Maybe c) I would board on a girls dormitory so that the girls there could teach me? Or d) I would personally ask my mom about these stuffs and start learning now?
Hmm..I think Option D would be less embarassing. Hey, I love my mom, and she loves me too. She’d be more than willing to teach her son cooking lessons, doing laundry or sewing.
Things To Learn:
★ How to fry
★ How to broil
★ How to bake (optional)
★ How to scrub floors
★ How to sweep floors
★ How to speak Tagalog fluently
★ Paano gumising ng napakaaga
★ Paano mamalengke
★ Paano makuha ang sebo sa mga pinggan, palayok at kaserola
★ Paano manglaba ng pantalon at anong sekreto sa pagbabad ng damit
★ Paano manahi ng mga butas sa pantalon at medyas
★ Paano gumupit ng sariling buhok.
★ Paano magtali ng kurbata
★ Paano manamit ang isang Makati boyThings To Do:
★ Make my Final Liquidation
★ SRM Proj
★ Written debate on HEC
★ Analysis on Economic problem
★ Buy ties
★ Buy long sleeves
★ Travel by plane or by boat? Labels: emo, jumpy, ken chua, lifestyle, stuffs, travel
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For A Hellish Week, I Had A Lovely Time With You Guys
Monday, October 5, 2009 7:28 PM /
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I woke up, my mind still dazed but my body already in automation, leaping to my feet, and at the same time wishing that everyone’s still asleep (I am always the last to wake up, it is really embarrassing) so that I could prove to be the early bird, getting ready for things to do for the day.
And then I stopped as a thought sink in. For a moment I couldn’t move. Then, hesitantly, I sunk back into bed, overcame by the most extraordinary feeling.
Alas! We are all past from Thesis Week!
Yep, with an overall rating of “excellent”!
We made it! Yipeee!
I can’t say I have moved on and forgotten about those nights. In fact I miss it. A lot.
I miss my thesis mates. Miss the six of them and our late night meetings. I miss rushing to Nix’ apartment, hoping that the guard would please puhleezz puhleez let me pass through even though it’s beyond curfew hours for visitors to drop by. I miss how we teased Jessa especially if she’s asleep, and how Reg teased me without bothering to know if I’m asleep, how I expected Karl (bringing a popcorn) to be here when he’s not around, how Louie giggles. I miss eating with them. Laughing with them. Sleeping with them, though I was always left with little bed space to sleep, with Imman snoring LOUD!
I miss it all. ;-( Labels: emo, ken chua, lifestyle, school, sickness
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Sandman Vol 1 – Preludes and Nocturnes, Neil Gaiman
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To those who have not been captured by Gaiman’s spell yet, take a plunge years back and read the Sandman series, his first ever comic debut.
Sandman starts with a group of ancient warlocks coveting to capture Death for the purpose of eliminating the curse of mortality, but instead captured Death’s younger brother, Dream or Morpheus or/and his many other so called aliases. A mysterious disease has suddenly swept the world when people begin to have sleeping disorders: some never woke up lost in their dreams, while some went anorexic plagued by nightmares. How Dream managed to escape and retrieve his possessions (a shabby looking pouch which contains sleeping dusts, a mosquito-like helmet – really, really ugly – which for no reason I do not know its purpose aside from concealing his worn down pasty face, and his ancient ruby which mostly contains his power) is a long journey he must take to save mankind (he is brave, and also arrogant and vengeful and sometimes merciless but I kind of like him as the story unfolds) from being trapped in the nightmare of his dreamworld.
You will get to know a lot of characters – and the story usually starts from their own point of view; how Gaiman invents and names them I do not now. He is a very talented storyteller. My fave chapters are A Hope In Hell and The Sound Of Her Wings.
A Hope In Hell is an entertaining episode about our hero, the king of dreams, venturing hell for his lost helmet. Here he comes across the gates of Hell, accompanied by one of its guardians, past the valley of suicides, encountering many a demons and monsters – most of them new, and finds out that Hell is now ruled by a triumvirate: the forsaken Lucifer Morningstar together with the king of flies and Darkness. To reclaim his helmet, Dream must engage in a primitive match of verbal-slash-mental brawl among one of the demons. Hope alone is what Dream possesses aside from a pouch of sleeping dust to recover his lost helmet and to get out of hell safely, and what Lucifer holds to destroy him.
The Sound Of Her Wings, the last chapter of Part 1, opens with a scene about Dream sulking on a park. He ponders about the lack of contentment after his journey. Death, his spunky, kick-ass Goth sister eventually found him. Then she takes him on her round of duties, as she collects the souls of the newly dead. Mortals fear Death. They fear the sunless lands to which she guides them. They feebly attempt to placate her. They do not love her. As Dream comes to appreciate what his sister does, he is comforted. He fills his heart with the sound of her wings.
I really like the cover, surreal and morbid; the artwork is like a typical comic book, though added with a little bit of grunge. Anyway, this tale is a killer with vengeance at its core personified by Dream. Read this before the king of dreams haunts you in your sleep. Because you’ll never know if you’re gonna wake up again.Labels: children books, comics, fantasy, feature, ken chua, neil gaiman, reading, review
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Love Drunk, Boys Like Girls
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Love is at its worst when it leaves us in deep schit (new slang, learned that from winky). And Love Drunk is a continuation for being obnoxiously dosed with emotions. Boys like Girls brings another promising hits in their second album, moving on to mainstream pop. Tracks like Heart Heart Break, Chemicals Collide, Contagious, She’s Got a Boyfriend Now, and The Real Thing comes with catchy guitar riffs while Shout Heard ‘Round The World got that '90's rock stye in building up vintage suspense for some exciting brawl. Aside from the fun and playfulness of the album, the band also got into alternative with The First One, Someone Like You and Two Is Better Than One which features a duet with Taylor Swift.Love Drunk is the ideal beats for the hearts of today’s love struck teenagers - erratic and fast-paced. And if you're still stuck with the hangover, get clear-headed with Go.Labels: band, bouncy, boys like girls, feature, jumpy, ken chua, lifestyle, mainstream, music, pop, review, rock
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And The Honor Goes To. .
Saturday, October 3, 2009 6:40 PM /
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2100 AD wouldn’t be a success without, primarily, its creators. Aside from the lengthy list of people’s names to be found on their thesis, this group of young, promising individuals (moi included) believe they also owe it to the tools and things that they have exploited to its maximum usage.
Let us entice your attention into reading the secret weapons used for the study. The creators are greatly in debt from their performance; they could not survive their thesis week without them.
Beginning XNA 2.0 Game Programming From Novice to Professional – A Coverfull of Conundrums
The ultimate weapon! Note: Failure to follow the instructions could cause brain perplexion, sleepless nights, and death!
Vodka – The Drowsing Potion
This powerful mixture is potent enough to numb your senses and protect you from the above mentioned side-effects.
Coffee – The Awakening Potion
Ugghh! The bitter aftertaste leaves a motivation for you to finish up what you’ve started. If you want to stay awake, drink this – not vodka. Nor Milo.
FHM – The Pamphlet of Pleasures
A feast for your lethargic senses! Nevermind if its last year’s ish. It’ll still boggle and your mind and keep you awake (with or without a coffee). Between this and the game that we have developed, we personally prefer the former to be visually entertaining and stimulating!
YM – The Modern Messenger
The online status of your classmates is enough to believe that your team is not alone in spending another loooong night working. We’re all in this together!
Underwear – That Black/White/Colored/Striped/Polka Dot Thing You Wear for Support
Yes, undies. You can’t function well if you reek of yesterday’s stress! Believe it; Jessa went back to her boarding house to fetch another pair.
And to all those who have supported the group, we express our heartfelt gratitude: you’ll be on the Acknowledgement! Labels: bouncy, ken chua, school, stuffs, thesis
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