I always write my New Year's Resolution annually. At kailanman hindi ako nagtatagumpay sa halos lahat ng items sa list ko. At heto na naman ako, gagawa na naman ako ng listahan. Good luck to me, and before the year 2013 ends, I'll go back to this post and let's see if nagawa ko ang lahat ng nakalista dito.
My 2013 Resolution:
1. Read at least 2 books per month and will write review on it. Well, I read many books din naman this 2012 kaso hindi ko naman nililista. And super tamad ko mag review lately, obvious ba na ang konti lang ng post ko nitong 2nd half ng 2012.
2. Will watch at least 2 movies in cinemas every month and try to write a "matinong" review. Lately, nahilig kaming mag watch ng movies ng mga friends ko kaso tamad akong mag document. This year I will write reviews sa mga napanood kong films. I minimize ko na rin ang pagiging bakla ko sa mga review post ko. Sana magawa ko.
3. Be on time in ALL engagements. And I mean ALL talaga. Mapa-work, meeting with friends, personal ganap and lakads. Dati naman best in being early bird ako, kaso nakakawalang gana din if most of the people around you is best in late naman. Nonetheless, it should not be the reason for my tardiness kasi paano na lang tayo aasenso niyan if ganyan ang thinking ng lahat ng tao.
4. Keep a personal diary and diligently write an entry everyday. Nagawa ko naman to for the past 3 years, kaso wala akong planner this year so tinamad na akong bumili. Since my 2 akong planner ngayong taon, kailangan mapuno ko ito ng memories.
5. Save, save, SAVE. I have so many plans starting this year and I need a lots of moolah.
6. Blog more often. Bilang tamad-tamaran ako this past few years, I will try my best to blog at least 5 post every month. Seryoso po ako ditey.
7. Greet my special love ones on their special day. Sign of aging yata pero medyo nakakalimutan ko ang mga birthday ng mga friends ko. Kung hindi pa dahil sa FB na naka-sync sa phone ko, hindi ko pa malalaman na malapit na pala ang mga special day nila. So this year, I will see to it na magiging extra special ang birthday nila.
8. Be more organize sa work. Medyo toxic sa work lately but this coming 2013, I will be more organize with the help of my planner and OneNote.
9. Treat my family at least once a month. I want to be extra sweet and close to my family this coming 2013. Feel ko lang magpa-sweet this year.
10. Learn how to cook complicated dishes. Napansin ko lang na lately, bati na kami ng kutsiyo kasi hindi na ako nasusugatan everytime I try to cook. So I will took it as a sign na matutong magluto. hehe And dahil ambisyosa ako, I will try to cook not the simple dishes but yung mga pang Master Chef levels.
11. Be good. This includes the following:
a. Not swearing especially in front of Nigel and Manu (Napakasaklap na ginagaya ni Nigel ang mga sinasabi ko like: "Aba! and Ito kasi kasi eh!");
b. If I'm angry I will not speak things that I will regret in the end;
c. Avoid gossiping;
d. Mellow down my voice especially when I'm mad; and lastly
e. Avoid having a fight with my sister Charina (LOL)
12. Start to write a book. Though hindi pa naman siya priority for this year, at least I should think of what would be my first book be all about.
13. Visit at least 2 places that I haven't been to, preferably outside Manila. I just want to explore new places and enjoy life. In short, gala lang talaga ako. hehe
Hmm.. more on career, personal growth ang resolution ko for 2013. How about a love life?
Grace asked me 3 days ago if kamusta na daw love life ko. I answered: "Love life is not a priority for the next 5 years." Sa totoo lang, I don't want to look for love. If the right time comes for me to fall in love, so be it. But I won't be like others na can't live without it. Besides, I am full of love from my family, friends and my nephew(s), Nigel and soon Manu.
Love,
Cherry
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Sharing: I'd Date Me by Jessica Zafra
(Note: Flo posted this in FB some time in September. I just want to share it to you girls. I repeat, this essay is not mine. How I wish!)
I'd Date Me
I am intelligent, independent, semi-famous, well-read, responsible, and I have a good sense of humor. I can talk about anything, and I can also talk about nothing and make it sound like something. And as you can glean from the previous statements, I do not have a problem with self-confidence.
If I were a guy, women would be launching themselves at me in great numbers. They would be camping out on my doorstep, begging me to father their children. However, I am a girl, and the exact same qualities that would make me an attractive man cause guys to run screaming in the opposite direction.
Apparently there is something about me that causes their testosterone secretions to dry up and their facial hair, among other body parts, to retract or fall off. When I was younger I thought it was because of my looks. I went through agonies of self-loathing. I couldn’t look at mirrors: I was too fat, too ugly, too repulsive. Cosmetic surgery would not begin to address my woes-I wanted my brain transplanted to another body, preferably Michelle Pfeiffer’s or Kim Basinger’s.
As I grew older I realized that not only did the problem lie elsewhere, but it wasn’t even my problem.There are women out there with more unprepossessing features, more prodigious butts, and bigger thighs than I do, and they get guys. I would be the last person on earth to mock the members of my gender-well, maybe not the last-but some of those women are ugly. They have no trouble finding boyfriends because they know how to treat guys. They make men feel like men.
I make the average man feel like a worm. I make him feel like an inadequate mass of protoplasm that I’m going to slice up and use as compost.
The problem is not that I’m intelligent, independent, semi-famous, well-read, funny and confident. The problem is that I’m more intelligent, independent, semi-famous, etcetera than the average guy.(oo na feeling na) Let’s not pull our punches here-than most guys.
Yes, the women’s liberation movement has helped produce more enlightened men. Yes, men are becoming more attuned to their feminine side and dealing with their true feelings. But the fact remains that guys still want to rule. It’s the way they were made and the way they were brought up, and if you don’t cooperate, you’re an emasculating bitch. Men want to feel that they’re running the show, and the funny thing is, they don’t have to actually run the show, they just have to feel like they are.
It’s really quite touching. Men are more fragile than they’re allowed to show. Aww, wook at the poor wittle boys. If I weren’t destined to dominate the universe, I’m sure I would be more sympathetic.
Oh, and I acknowledge that there are guys who reject me purely on the basis-of looks. They have ceased to bother me. I understand their need for beauty, as I myself tend to lose IQ points in the presence of gorgeousness. Besides, we’re talking about the kind of guys who would have fulfilling relationships with inflatable dolls. When I see these guys preening at the side of their starlet-slash-model trophy girlfriends, I know there is symmetry in the universe, and I hope they have a fun time memorizing the alphabet together. (Hint: C comes after B.)
The simple fact of the matter is that men have an easier time finding women than women have finding men. Exhibit A: Woody Allen. A brilliant filmmaker who happens to be a funny-looking, deeply neurotic man. Woody Allen has long been considered a sexy man. I know women who would jump his bones if they had a chance, and dammit, Woody, if you wanted an Asian woman, why didn’t you just come here?
If you think I’m being lookist, try Exhibit B: Salman Rushdie. For many years he’s had a fatwa on his head and Muslim extremists are out to kill him, but while moving from one safehouse to the next, evading potential assa
ssins and living constantly under guard, Salman Rushdie has managed to find a wife.
You may argue that living in the shadow of death (Aren’t we all?) is an aphrodisiac, so I submit Exhibit C: Stephen Hawking. The genius physicist, today’s Isaac Newton, the author of the bestselling A Brief History of Time, Hawking is wheelchair-bound, shrivelled, and requires a synthesizer in order to speak. And yet this man left his wife and ran off with his nurse, who by the way was the wife of the man who designed his synthesizer.
Okay, an extraordinary brain is deeply attractive, and don’t forget that many women are suckers for men who need looking after (and they all do), but honestly, do you think that if Stephen Hawking were a girl… The answer is no, not because she’s paralyzed, but because her brain is too big.
Jessica Zafra (1998). Confessions of a b*llbreaker. Pasig City: Anvil Publishing, Inc.
Love,
Cherry
I'd Date Me
I am intelligent, independent, semi-famous, well-read, responsible, and I have a good sense of humor. I can talk about anything, and I can also talk about nothing and make it sound like something. And as you can glean from the previous statements, I do not have a problem with self-confidence.
If I were a guy, women would be launching themselves at me in great numbers. They would be camping out on my doorstep, begging me to father their children. However, I am a girl, and the exact same qualities that would make me an attractive man cause guys to run screaming in the opposite direction.
Apparently there is something about me that causes their testosterone secretions to dry up and their facial hair, among other body parts, to retract or fall off. When I was younger I thought it was because of my looks. I went through agonies of self-loathing. I couldn’t look at mirrors: I was too fat, too ugly, too repulsive. Cosmetic surgery would not begin to address my woes-I wanted my brain transplanted to another body, preferably Michelle Pfeiffer’s or Kim Basinger’s.
As I grew older I realized that not only did the problem lie elsewhere, but it wasn’t even my problem.There are women out there with more unprepossessing features, more prodigious butts, and bigger thighs than I do, and they get guys. I would be the last person on earth to mock the members of my gender-well, maybe not the last-but some of those women are ugly. They have no trouble finding boyfriends because they know how to treat guys. They make men feel like men.
I make the average man feel like a worm. I make him feel like an inadequate mass of protoplasm that I’m going to slice up and use as compost.
The problem is not that I’m intelligent, independent, semi-famous, well-read, funny and confident. The problem is that I’m more intelligent, independent, semi-famous, etcetera than the average guy.(oo na feeling na) Let’s not pull our punches here-than most guys.
Yes, the women’s liberation movement has helped produce more enlightened men. Yes, men are becoming more attuned to their feminine side and dealing with their true feelings. But the fact remains that guys still want to rule. It’s the way they were made and the way they were brought up, and if you don’t cooperate, you’re an emasculating bitch. Men want to feel that they’re running the show, and the funny thing is, they don’t have to actually run the show, they just have to feel like they are.
It’s really quite touching. Men are more fragile than they’re allowed to show. Aww, wook at the poor wittle boys. If I weren’t destined to dominate the universe, I’m sure I would be more sympathetic.
Oh, and I acknowledge that there are guys who reject me purely on the basis-of looks. They have ceased to bother me. I understand their need for beauty, as I myself tend to lose IQ points in the presence of gorgeousness. Besides, we’re talking about the kind of guys who would have fulfilling relationships with inflatable dolls. When I see these guys preening at the side of their starlet-slash-model trophy girlfriends, I know there is symmetry in the universe, and I hope they have a fun time memorizing the alphabet together. (Hint: C comes after B.)
The simple fact of the matter is that men have an easier time finding women than women have finding men. Exhibit A: Woody Allen. A brilliant filmmaker who happens to be a funny-looking, deeply neurotic man. Woody Allen has long been considered a sexy man. I know women who would jump his bones if they had a chance, and dammit, Woody, if you wanted an Asian woman, why didn’t you just come here?
If you think I’m being lookist, try Exhibit B: Salman Rushdie. For many years he’s had a fatwa on his head and Muslim extremists are out to kill him, but while moving from one safehouse to the next, evading potential assa
ssins and living constantly under guard, Salman Rushdie has managed to find a wife.
You may argue that living in the shadow of death (Aren’t we all?) is an aphrodisiac, so I submit Exhibit C: Stephen Hawking. The genius physicist, today’s Isaac Newton, the author of the bestselling A Brief History of Time, Hawking is wheelchair-bound, shrivelled, and requires a synthesizer in order to speak. And yet this man left his wife and ran off with his nurse, who by the way was the wife of the man who designed his synthesizer.
Okay, an extraordinary brain is deeply attractive, and don’t forget that many women are suckers for men who need looking after (and they all do), but honestly, do you think that if Stephen Hawking were a girl… The answer is no, not because she’s paralyzed, but because her brain is too big.
Jessica Zafra (1998). Confessions of a b*llbreaker. Pasig City: Anvil Publishing, Inc.
Love,
Cherry
Hope Springs
(Note: Here is a super quicjie review of the movies I watched this year. Super late post na ito pero for the sake of documentation, deadma na! hehe)
August 28, 2012
I just watched Hope Springs with Flo and Kuya Choc. Kapag sila ang kasama ko, expect na kung ano-ano ang maiisipang gawin agad-agad. That day was supposed to be our chika afternoon since its been a month nung last time kaming magkita-kita. So we were in Figaro Gateway Cubao then suddenly gusto na namang panoorin ni Flo ang Hope Springs with me. Take note that they already watched it, silang 2 pa ang magkasama pero gusto daw ni Flo makita reaction ko. Wala na akong nagawa, so gora na! We checked if it was still showing in Gateway but wala na. Akala ko hindi na matutuloy, pero pag may ginusto si Flo, kailangan matuloy so we searched for malls na showing pa ang Hope Springs. And guess what? May mall pang showing - sa Eastwood. Wow! It was my first time pumunta dun and in fairness ah, super layo niya. Muntik pa kaming ma-late sa movie and yun na yung last showing. The movie was fun, I like the story and I want to watch it again with my future other half. It is perfect film for couples. Yung mga type na medyo wala ng trill ang relationship. I was wondering kung may same place din ba dito sa atin na ala Great Hope Spring Village. Hmm...
August 28, 2012
I just watched Hope Springs with Flo and Kuya Choc. Kapag sila ang kasama ko, expect na kung ano-ano ang maiisipang gawin agad-agad. That day was supposed to be our chika afternoon since its been a month nung last time kaming magkita-kita. So we were in Figaro Gateway Cubao then suddenly gusto na namang panoorin ni Flo ang Hope Springs with me. Take note that they already watched it, silang 2 pa ang magkasama pero gusto daw ni Flo makita reaction ko. Wala na akong nagawa, so gora na! We checked if it was still showing in Gateway but wala na. Akala ko hindi na matutuloy, pero pag may ginusto si Flo, kailangan matuloy so we searched for malls na showing pa ang Hope Springs. And guess what? May mall pang showing - sa Eastwood. Wow! It was my first time pumunta dun and in fairness ah, super layo niya. Muntik pa kaming ma-late sa movie and yun na yung last showing. The movie was fun, I like the story and I want to watch it again with my future other half. It is perfect film for couples. Yung mga type na medyo wala ng trill ang relationship. I was wondering kung may same place din ba dito sa atin na ala Great Hope Spring Village. Hmm...
Food Trip: Bannapple
August 25, 2012
After my class, nagtext ang aking mga gala friends na mag meet daw sa SM Manila. Since ta-tumbling lang naman ako papunta dun, go naman ako. So nag ikot-ikot lang kami nina Kien, Jomar and Dianne sa buong mall. And after ng window shopping, tom jones na kaming lahat, and super arte ng mga friends ko. Asensado na kami kasi ayaw na nila sa mga fast food. Matagal ng nag crave si Dianne sa Bannapple but the nearest branch within the metro is in Ayala Triangle! Of course, for the love of food, we traveled from Malate, Manila to Ayala Triangle, Makati just to eat.
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| The gang. (L-R: Dianne, Jomar, Me and Kien) |
Honestly at first, medyo hesitant pa ako kasi baka super mahal. But no, super affordable naman pala kasi per serving nila is good for 2-4 persons. Ang bongga lang! Ang mga orders namin: Lasagna, Baked Mac, Blueberry Pancake and a Blueberry cake. The foods are great! Super delicious and really worth the price. Imagine, we only spent P 150.00 each but super busog kaming apat sa mga kinain namin. You may think na simple lang naman yung menu nila but I swear ang bigat sa tyan lahat ng food nila especially the pancakes. And to prove na super love namin ang Bannapple, we even dine again there to celebrate my birthday last November, but this time, sa Market Market branch kami.
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| The foodie |
The only thing na I don't like sa Bannapple is the space. Medyo maliit yung place nila sa Makati compared sa Taguig but nonetheless, if you want a sulit and delicious meal, it is worth all the wait.
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