Showing posts with label Friendster Archive. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friendster Archive. Show all posts
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Moving Blogs from My Friendster Blog
Welcome to the archive of my Friendster blog (all the blogs below). This compilation of writings were transfered from my Friendster blog where I've been writing for a year. I decided to create my own Blogspot on the internet as this gives me more option to express myself thru writing, and I feel that I am more in control here.... whatever that means. Blogspot will also allow me to create multiple blogs, upload photos and videos easily, and even write a blog from my blackberry cellphone, which is a must for a busy mom who's always on the go! And the best thing is, my interested readers, friends and family can subscribe to my blog if they want to follow my updates, funny stories, crazy thoughts, etc.
Junked and Spammed
Junked and Spammed
August 25th, 2008
This is Czarina’s clone again. I can’t disregard this freaky behavior anymore. Czarina was last seen injecting giant mugs of caffeine in her bloodstream for days now, sniffing cheeseburgers and French fries, and eating lots of junk lately like a wild pig…. She’s been working late last week, and not working out at all. After heavy partying last weekend and swearing over a slob of cassava cake while her eyes rolled to ecstasy…. she went home with an over-bulged two-pack tummy, looked at her mirror and broke down. I had no pity for her. She seriously needs someone to whip her bottom and someone to talk herself out on “being-out-of-control-diva” these past days. HELP!!! Someone please lock her down in her basement, handcuff her with Barbie’s pink furry handcuffs and put a strawberry-flavored glittery masking tape over her junk-food-craving mouth! And if she ever begs for food again, let her cry until her water-proof mascara runs off her face with her green contact lenses…. Feed her only okra, ampalaya, and talong and other vegetables that she calls “crap!”
One thing that she has been dealing with this week was missing last month her friend’s email regarding an alarming health condition of another close friend. How could she ignore that with the thousands of spam emails her personal email gets everyday… Her yahoo inbox folder says she has 217 emails, and her spam folder has 2878 over a week period! Lately, she was weary and endlessly receiving sexually seductive email offers like male enhancement, Viagra, breast enlargement, adult toys, even transgender or sex change discounts and buy-1-get-1 free exotic Latino lap dance deals (which she won’t mind right now)…
This weekend, she received another weird invitation in her mailbox for someone’s wedding. I’d have to confirm that she didn’t write this one… Sad but true, but here’s what it says…..
You are regretfully invited
To the wedding between my perfect son,
The DoctorAnd someCheap Two-Bit Tramp
Whose name escapes me right now.
The biggest disaster in myFamily’s history will take place at
9PM on Saturday, September 8th
And no doubt end in divorce.
Hopefully in time to still be eligible for an annulment.
The overwhelmingly disappointing heartbreak of a ceremony
Will be followed by dinner, where nuts will be served
Because whatsherface has an allergy.
Here’s the picture as evidence.
August 25th, 2008
This is Czarina’s clone again. I can’t disregard this freaky behavior anymore. Czarina was last seen injecting giant mugs of caffeine in her bloodstream for days now, sniffing cheeseburgers and French fries, and eating lots of junk lately like a wild pig…. She’s been working late last week, and not working out at all. After heavy partying last weekend and swearing over a slob of cassava cake while her eyes rolled to ecstasy…. she went home with an over-bulged two-pack tummy, looked at her mirror and broke down. I had no pity for her. She seriously needs someone to whip her bottom and someone to talk herself out on “being-out-of-control-diva” these past days. HELP!!! Someone please lock her down in her basement, handcuff her with Barbie’s pink furry handcuffs and put a strawberry-flavored glittery masking tape over her junk-food-craving mouth! And if she ever begs for food again, let her cry until her water-proof mascara runs off her face with her green contact lenses…. Feed her only okra, ampalaya, and talong and other vegetables that she calls “crap!”
One thing that she has been dealing with this week was missing last month her friend’s email regarding an alarming health condition of another close friend. How could she ignore that with the thousands of spam emails her personal email gets everyday… Her yahoo inbox folder says she has 217 emails, and her spam folder has 2878 over a week period! Lately, she was weary and endlessly receiving sexually seductive email offers like male enhancement, Viagra, breast enlargement, adult toys, even transgender or sex change discounts and buy-1-get-1 free exotic Latino lap dance deals (which she won’t mind right now)…
This weekend, she received another weird invitation in her mailbox for someone’s wedding. I’d have to confirm that she didn’t write this one… Sad but true, but here’s what it says…..
You are regretfully invited
To the wedding between my perfect son,
The DoctorAnd someCheap Two-Bit Tramp
Whose name escapes me right now.
The biggest disaster in myFamily’s history will take place at
9PM on Saturday, September 8th
And no doubt end in divorce.
Hopefully in time to still be eligible for an annulment.
The overwhelmingly disappointing heartbreak of a ceremony
Will be followed by dinner, where nuts will be served
Because whatsherface has an allergy.
Here’s the picture as evidence.
Here’s Czarina’s Stolen Shot (taken by my official photographer and friend, Nikon Omero) from last night’s party after swallowing a slob of cassava cake while she’s still high… (looks like Angelica Panganiban, the bitchy contrabida in Iisa Pa Lamang!!)
The Emancipation of a Clone
The Emancipation of a Clone
August 16th, 2008
Czarina has had a tough Friday yesterday at work… Lots of shocking news and pressures she had no choice but to absorb. It all melted down into her bones and she’s at the edge of her seat now. No wonder she’s become withdrawn little by little everyday these past 2 weeks. She went home late last night again. She grabbed her babies in her arms which helped her to ease and calm down. She curled up on her side on her swing outside her deck enjoying the cool sunset breeze. I was watching her and she was just staring at nothing… trying to keep her eyes shut but can’t… trying to escape some sad reality from that day… trying to just quietly listen to the inner peace she has left within her soul… after being broken into pieces…
Hi! I’m Czarina’s Clone. Czarina needs some time to be alone and she won’t be writing for a while. But I will be. I don’t know why she’s acting dramatic lately… She must be watching too much TV drama like the telenovela “Iisa Pa Lamang”…. I also noticed that she’s been defensive and contrasting herself in her blog a lot…
Here’s how she’s coping up and here’s why it’s good that she’s going through some panic mode right now… First of all, she just opened her self to chatting on YM just the other night. I can’t believe she has ignored all her friends and family for years. She is finally converted to YM and was crazed getting in touch with her old high school friends and cousins. She’s really not into all this high-tech communication stuff until… Mr. Blackberry came to her life… configured him , and embraced him…
Czarina was actually having so much fun Friday afternoon after work… In fact, she had cocktails and appetizers with her girlfriends. If she was writing this, I know she’ll say she had some fancy drink like “Sex on the Beach”…. But since this is her clone reporting, (I’m more truthful than her) she had a super-size mug of raspberry lemonade. Here’s the highlight of her evening: One of her girlfriends invited her to a “Girls’ Slumber Party” on Tuesday, Aug. 19th, just here in town. Being the sheltered diva that she is, she learned that it’s actually a “Girl’s Toy Party”… Her eyeballs almost popped out of her eyes when she giggled and screamed in a climactic 10 decibels, “OH MY GOSH!!!” In short, she was psyched!! She turned red… was embarrassed but WILDLY excited! After a few testimonials from the group that is too taboo to describe here, she was finally convinced… And OH YES, OH YES, she is planning to come (it’s now on her calendar). I could see this little episode is so like “Sex and the City,” and Czarina is the new PROMDI character, indeed! She was like this little innocent girl about to be given away with a big dandy candy! I can’t wait to see her reaction on Tuesday night. But please don’t ask her about this because I will be in trouble and for sure she’ll ignore you. She’s very good at that… It say’s Manicure appointment on her calendar. Oh, is it really MAN-icure?
She’s usually self-conscious writing about her “bad girl image” experiences when she can write it in juicy details, which could be a VERY interesting post in her blog…. I have yet to convince her… One example is her “Britney-Spears-Gimme-More” act when she pole-and-cage-danced in a Lesbian/Gay Bar in Salt Lake early this spring with her friends. Yup, that’s where she got the “work out” idea from. Fantasy fulfilled. Check. Smiley face. Check. Violent reactions. Check. Check. Check.
August 16th, 2008
Czarina has had a tough Friday yesterday at work… Lots of shocking news and pressures she had no choice but to absorb. It all melted down into her bones and she’s at the edge of her seat now. No wonder she’s become withdrawn little by little everyday these past 2 weeks. She went home late last night again. She grabbed her babies in her arms which helped her to ease and calm down. She curled up on her side on her swing outside her deck enjoying the cool sunset breeze. I was watching her and she was just staring at nothing… trying to keep her eyes shut but can’t… trying to escape some sad reality from that day… trying to just quietly listen to the inner peace she has left within her soul… after being broken into pieces…
Hi! I’m Czarina’s Clone. Czarina needs some time to be alone and she won’t be writing for a while. But I will be. I don’t know why she’s acting dramatic lately… She must be watching too much TV drama like the telenovela “Iisa Pa Lamang”…. I also noticed that she’s been defensive and contrasting herself in her blog a lot…
Here’s how she’s coping up and here’s why it’s good that she’s going through some panic mode right now… First of all, she just opened her self to chatting on YM just the other night. I can’t believe she has ignored all her friends and family for years. She is finally converted to YM and was crazed getting in touch with her old high school friends and cousins. She’s really not into all this high-tech communication stuff until… Mr. Blackberry came to her life… configured him , and embraced him…
Czarina was actually having so much fun Friday afternoon after work… In fact, she had cocktails and appetizers with her girlfriends. If she was writing this, I know she’ll say she had some fancy drink like “Sex on the Beach”…. But since this is her clone reporting, (I’m more truthful than her) she had a super-size mug of raspberry lemonade. Here’s the highlight of her evening: One of her girlfriends invited her to a “Girls’ Slumber Party” on Tuesday, Aug. 19th, just here in town. Being the sheltered diva that she is, she learned that it’s actually a “Girl’s Toy Party”… Her eyeballs almost popped out of her eyes when she giggled and screamed in a climactic 10 decibels, “OH MY GOSH!!!” In short, she was psyched!! She turned red… was embarrassed but WILDLY excited! After a few testimonials from the group that is too taboo to describe here, she was finally convinced… And OH YES, OH YES, she is planning to come (it’s now on her calendar). I could see this little episode is so like “Sex and the City,” and Czarina is the new PROMDI character, indeed! She was like this little innocent girl about to be given away with a big dandy candy! I can’t wait to see her reaction on Tuesday night. But please don’t ask her about this because I will be in trouble and for sure she’ll ignore you. She’s very good at that… It say’s Manicure appointment on her calendar. Oh, is it really MAN-icure?
She’s usually self-conscious writing about her “bad girl image” experiences when she can write it in juicy details, which could be a VERY interesting post in her blog…. I have yet to convince her… One example is her “Britney-Spears-Gimme-More” act when she pole-and-cage-danced in a Lesbian/Gay Bar in Salt Lake early this spring with her friends. Yup, that’s where she got the “work out” idea from. Fantasy fulfilled. Check. Smiley face. Check. Violent reactions. Check. Check. Check.
Defending Ms. Witty
Defending Ms. Witty
August 15th, 2008
I have to admit. I don’t know where I got my witty piece of mind from. I have made some people upset or worried, or made some laugh out loud when my mouth is loaded with witty one liners. But I can’t help it, it just comes out naturally. Friends, I should not be taken seriously because I am just being my playful self.
Last night I made a friend worried when I said “You’re in trouble and I can’t talk right now but later after I have a bottle of wine…” in a serious tone of voice. I learned my lesson and I’m glad someone gave me a dose of my own medicine.
Work Scenario:A couple of weeks ago, when I first tried the new Cheetos Cheddar Jalapeno (You have to try it!!) and offered it to my officemates, I said to them “Try it, it’s better than sex!” They immediately lightened up and took a handful in their mouth, seriously. All it means to me is it’s worth all the calories.
When I lost a big client for a super low rate in Park City, I said “they’re a bunch of whores!” My boss heard me and asked me if I was sick that day. I wasn’t. I was just trying to make myself feel better as a loser.
When I asked my boss in our meeting that I need to be competitive in my market, I said “It’s about time to prostitute myself to get some serious business.” All eyes were on me. My boss told me to be the best prostitute I can be. I asked her if she was sick. And she was.
I lost a couple of big groups last week. I told my admin, “I’m gonna go home now and cry all night, but I’ll try to pass by the bar and have a couple BJ shots.” Friends, I really don’t drink. But I’ll have a glass of White Zinfandel.
Public and Private Scenario:When I need to go potty in a restaurant, I asked the waiter, “Where’s your MALE restroom?” The poor, confused waiter couldn’t speak… I couldn’t say much either.
Some people ask me what kind of work out do I do is to keep my “hot” figure, I said “pole and cage dancing in my French maid outfit, fish net stockings and hooker shoes.” Well, I only have the hooker shoes, but I don’t do and don’t have the rest… But I like grooving with my Hip Hop Abs video.
About a month ago, my husband told me that someone had asked him if my brother was my husband and if he was my son… I said, “Honey, this woman is a psychopath and has escaped from the mental ward.” I don’t really mean that. Or maybe I do. She’s definitely insane.
When my hubby “burps downward”, I don’t shy away but I ask him, “Honey, are you trying to seduce me? ‘Coz I’m so turned on right now…” Come on, I don’t think so.
August 15th, 2008
I have to admit. I don’t know where I got my witty piece of mind from. I have made some people upset or worried, or made some laugh out loud when my mouth is loaded with witty one liners. But I can’t help it, it just comes out naturally. Friends, I should not be taken seriously because I am just being my playful self.
Last night I made a friend worried when I said “You’re in trouble and I can’t talk right now but later after I have a bottle of wine…” in a serious tone of voice. I learned my lesson and I’m glad someone gave me a dose of my own medicine.
Work Scenario:A couple of weeks ago, when I first tried the new Cheetos Cheddar Jalapeno (You have to try it!!) and offered it to my officemates, I said to them “Try it, it’s better than sex!” They immediately lightened up and took a handful in their mouth, seriously. All it means to me is it’s worth all the calories.
When I lost a big client for a super low rate in Park City, I said “they’re a bunch of whores!” My boss heard me and asked me if I was sick that day. I wasn’t. I was just trying to make myself feel better as a loser.
When I asked my boss in our meeting that I need to be competitive in my market, I said “It’s about time to prostitute myself to get some serious business.” All eyes were on me. My boss told me to be the best prostitute I can be. I asked her if she was sick. And she was.
I lost a couple of big groups last week. I told my admin, “I’m gonna go home now and cry all night, but I’ll try to pass by the bar and have a couple BJ shots.” Friends, I really don’t drink. But I’ll have a glass of White Zinfandel.
Public and Private Scenario:When I need to go potty in a restaurant, I asked the waiter, “Where’s your MALE restroom?” The poor, confused waiter couldn’t speak… I couldn’t say much either.
Some people ask me what kind of work out do I do is to keep my “hot” figure, I said “pole and cage dancing in my French maid outfit, fish net stockings and hooker shoes.” Well, I only have the hooker shoes, but I don’t do and don’t have the rest… But I like grooving with my Hip Hop Abs video.
About a month ago, my husband told me that someone had asked him if my brother was my husband and if he was my son… I said, “Honey, this woman is a psychopath and has escaped from the mental ward.” I don’t really mean that. Or maybe I do. She’s definitely insane.
When my hubby “burps downward”, I don’t shy away but I ask him, “Honey, are you trying to seduce me? ‘Coz I’m so turned on right now…” Come on, I don’t think so.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Every Cloud has a Silver Lining
Every Cloud has a Silver Lining
July 17th, 2008
I have to stop what I’m doing today as it is imperative that I write my blog again. After having to go through weeks of emotional roller coaster (and some signs of early menopause, I’m serious about my hot flushes, or is it just heat stress?), I realized that I needed to reconnect with my self again to make sure I’m still sane after all the stress and pressure of my very demanding career and diva lifestyle. Thanks for Friendster blogs that I think this is my best way to pour out my bucket and update you all with what’s going on with my hair, err, with my life.
First of all, I cut my hair shorter again 2 weeks ago! My husband calls me “POGI” because he thinks I was…. I thought, finally, he noticed me that I was handsome after all!
I’ve been stressed lately because of this high gas and food prices. Well, who isn’t? It’s hard to believe that this tough economic time will soon predict my future lifestyle, which is riding my bike to work, dieting for life and shopping at the dollar store.
I’ve been frustrated somehow at work and thought that I wanted to leave and change careers and just become a fortune teller (I’ve been talking to Lily about it for a while, but she disagreed). I researched that they can potentially be famous and make tons of money just by diplomatically scaring people that doomsday is on December 12, 2012, or that they can find their next soul mate in the internet.
I’ve been constantly pressured by my family to have a baby as they waited a long time now to be grandparents. This is not new at all… Sometimes, I’d like to tease them that when I see screaming babies, little brats and ungrateful teenagers, my tubes are tying themselves up. Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to have kids of my own, but babies are God’s gift of life and a blessing. It’s not like a material thing that I can loan from Home Depot, or bargain at a yard sale. (But this is Utah, so sometimes, you’ll never know…)
Then I’ve been so excited to see again my “old friend Wally” (as in Wall-E?) who’s literally getting old and celebrating her Golden 50 next week, woo-hoo!!! But guess what… I haven’t forgiven myself for forgetting to greet my best friend, Ramil, a Happy Birthday last week (July 10).
There were times these past two weeks that tears will just roll down my eyes while driving or washing dishes because I’ve been saddened to know that my friend, Marilyn, who is still fighting for her life over breast cancer, was rushed many times to the hospital and spent days in the ICU this past week. I don’t know how else to cope with her situation but just to offer my prayers so she can live longer.
Early this week, I chatted to a very close friend who moved to Oregon, and to my little sister in Houston. I just missed them so much that I thought I have moved on since they left… but I guess it really takes a while before you get used to being so far away from people you have so much fun with and love dearly.
I’ve been motivating myself lately to kick my self forward so I could move on to the next chapter of my life before this summer just passes me by.
So to start off… I’ve been watching this new telenovela of Claudine Barretto and Gabby Concepcion this week. I would put on my gym outfit and shake by bum-bum dancing along to the HipHop Abs video as my curvaceous body has been yoyo-ing lately (thanks to my best comfort friends, Cheetos and Ruffles!). I’ve been doing pretty busy at work. I went back to church last Sunday after a long time. I spent quality time with my mom and close friends last Sunday. My brother-in-law’s family from Saipan is visiting us this week and our house have been full of action. My dogs are now grown and have realized that there’s a bigger world out there. Shilo and Lily like getting dirty wet around our neighbor’s sprinkler!! It’s priceless to see how my husband chases them around our neighbor’s yard. It’s been fun and great!!
I thought I was doing really well after all until I saw something shiny in my head this morning… I looked closely, and even closer…and it’s not my flakes… You have got to be kidding me!! You guessed it right!! It’s my first silver gray hair!!! Waaaahhhh!!
July 17th, 2008
I have to stop what I’m doing today as it is imperative that I write my blog again. After having to go through weeks of emotional roller coaster (and some signs of early menopause, I’m serious about my hot flushes, or is it just heat stress?), I realized that I needed to reconnect with my self again to make sure I’m still sane after all the stress and pressure of my very demanding career and diva lifestyle. Thanks for Friendster blogs that I think this is my best way to pour out my bucket and update you all with what’s going on with my hair, err, with my life.
First of all, I cut my hair shorter again 2 weeks ago! My husband calls me “POGI” because he thinks I was…. I thought, finally, he noticed me that I was handsome after all!
I’ve been stressed lately because of this high gas and food prices. Well, who isn’t? It’s hard to believe that this tough economic time will soon predict my future lifestyle, which is riding my bike to work, dieting for life and shopping at the dollar store.
I’ve been frustrated somehow at work and thought that I wanted to leave and change careers and just become a fortune teller (I’ve been talking to Lily about it for a while, but she disagreed). I researched that they can potentially be famous and make tons of money just by diplomatically scaring people that doomsday is on December 12, 2012, or that they can find their next soul mate in the internet.
I’ve been constantly pressured by my family to have a baby as they waited a long time now to be grandparents. This is not new at all… Sometimes, I’d like to tease them that when I see screaming babies, little brats and ungrateful teenagers, my tubes are tying themselves up. Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to have kids of my own, but babies are God’s gift of life and a blessing. It’s not like a material thing that I can loan from Home Depot, or bargain at a yard sale. (But this is Utah, so sometimes, you’ll never know…)
Then I’ve been so excited to see again my “old friend Wally” (as in Wall-E?) who’s literally getting old and celebrating her Golden 50 next week, woo-hoo!!! But guess what… I haven’t forgiven myself for forgetting to greet my best friend, Ramil, a Happy Birthday last week (July 10).
There were times these past two weeks that tears will just roll down my eyes while driving or washing dishes because I’ve been saddened to know that my friend, Marilyn, who is still fighting for her life over breast cancer, was rushed many times to the hospital and spent days in the ICU this past week. I don’t know how else to cope with her situation but just to offer my prayers so she can live longer.
Early this week, I chatted to a very close friend who moved to Oregon, and to my little sister in Houston. I just missed them so much that I thought I have moved on since they left… but I guess it really takes a while before you get used to being so far away from people you have so much fun with and love dearly.
I’ve been motivating myself lately to kick my self forward so I could move on to the next chapter of my life before this summer just passes me by.
So to start off… I’ve been watching this new telenovela of Claudine Barretto and Gabby Concepcion this week. I would put on my gym outfit and shake by bum-bum dancing along to the HipHop Abs video as my curvaceous body has been yoyo-ing lately (thanks to my best comfort friends, Cheetos and Ruffles!). I’ve been doing pretty busy at work. I went back to church last Sunday after a long time. I spent quality time with my mom and close friends last Sunday. My brother-in-law’s family from Saipan is visiting us this week and our house have been full of action. My dogs are now grown and have realized that there’s a bigger world out there. Shilo and Lily like getting dirty wet around our neighbor’s sprinkler!! It’s priceless to see how my husband chases them around our neighbor’s yard. It’s been fun and great!!
I thought I was doing really well after all until I saw something shiny in my head this morning… I looked closely, and even closer…and it’s not my flakes… You have got to be kidding me!! You guessed it right!! It’s my first silver gray hair!!! Waaaahhhh!!
Vain (and Vanity)... What it takes to be (ME?)
Vain (and Vanity)… What it takes to be (ME?)
June 6th, 2008
I can’t believe how much I have stressed on my bad hair days in Houston , especially in my sister’s wedding. You all must have been convinced now that I am one high-maintenance freaky vain princess after all… Okay, I admit! Whatever…. I am undeniably VAIN, period.
Vanity works for me, in general, and in many positive ways throughout my career, my marriage, and my social life:
June 6th, 2008
I can’t believe how much I have stressed on my bad hair days in Houston , especially in my sister’s wedding. You all must have been convinced now that I am one high-maintenance freaky vain princess after all… Okay, I admit! Whatever…. I am undeniably VAIN, period.
Vanity works for me, in general, and in many positive ways throughout my career, my marriage, and my social life:
I like to wear my green contact lenses, and lots of eyeliner and mascara.
I like super high heel shoes.
I like to dress up more eclectic than others.
I like to be taller.
I’m extremely flammable after I spray my entire head so my hair will be in the right place at all times.
I can’t leave my house without makeup on.
I like posing for photos and looking good at it consistently.
Lately, I want to wear a lot of short shorts and bare my fake-tanned legs!!
I like to wear “bling-bling” accessories (from rings to earrings, from belts to purses) that screams “I’m Czarina, the FABULICIOUS PRINCESS!!”
I feel good when I know I look good. When people admire me, I say “thank you” sincerely.
So I am vain. BUT WHO ISN’T VAIN? I know I am not alone in this category. Just look at all your Friendster profiles and you’ll know who you are…
In today’s world of endless possibilities to be flawless and beautiful, it is NOT hard to be vain after all. Most women, even men, especially Filipinos, have issues with their hair, or color, or weight, or boob size, and most especially, their nose shape! So there’s hair re-bonding or extension, tanning or whitening, all kinds of fad diets/exercise, boob job and nose job, Botox, etc. At our generation, all these sex changes, and aesthetic surgical procedures are now acceptable as normal. When people are reacting to these topics, I tell them that it is just like going to a salon and getting a new haircut or having your nails done, like it’s no big deal at all. Sometimes when I like to tease people, I tell them that my bum and boobs are “new” and that my name before was “Cesar”…
Once in a while, my husband and I will joke at each other whenever we see people who just didn’t care about their looks or general appearance… For example, when I see pathetic women in their sweat pants, with no make up on, no bra (Oh Lord, forgive them!) and hair clipped up looking like “Maxima Lavandera”…. I tell my husband that if one unfortunate day comes and I turned to become looking like that, he has my blessing to divorce me…
I like super high heel shoes.
I like to dress up more eclectic than others.
I like to be taller.
I’m extremely flammable after I spray my entire head so my hair will be in the right place at all times.
I can’t leave my house without makeup on.
I like posing for photos and looking good at it consistently.
Lately, I want to wear a lot of short shorts and bare my fake-tanned legs!!
I like to wear “bling-bling” accessories (from rings to earrings, from belts to purses) that screams “I’m Czarina, the FABULICIOUS PRINCESS!!”
I feel good when I know I look good. When people admire me, I say “thank you” sincerely.
So I am vain. BUT WHO ISN’T VAIN? I know I am not alone in this category. Just look at all your Friendster profiles and you’ll know who you are…
In today’s world of endless possibilities to be flawless and beautiful, it is NOT hard to be vain after all. Most women, even men, especially Filipinos, have issues with their hair, or color, or weight, or boob size, and most especially, their nose shape! So there’s hair re-bonding or extension, tanning or whitening, all kinds of fad diets/exercise, boob job and nose job, Botox, etc. At our generation, all these sex changes, and aesthetic surgical procedures are now acceptable as normal. When people are reacting to these topics, I tell them that it is just like going to a salon and getting a new haircut or having your nails done, like it’s no big deal at all. Sometimes when I like to tease people, I tell them that my bum and boobs are “new” and that my name before was “Cesar”…
Once in a while, my husband and I will joke at each other whenever we see people who just didn’t care about their looks or general appearance… For example, when I see pathetic women in their sweat pants, with no make up on, no bra (Oh Lord, forgive them!) and hair clipped up looking like “Maxima Lavandera”…. I tell my husband that if one unfortunate day comes and I turned to become looking like that, he has my blessing to divorce me…
The Tale of the Maid of Honor and Her Wig Made of Horror
The Tale of the Maid of Honor and Her Wig Made of Horror
June 1st, 2008
Sporting with my new sexy, sassy, inverted bob cut, and my fake tan, I couldn’t wait to see my entire family in Houston, Texas where my baby sister, Diana, is finally getting married on May 23rd at a Garden Ceremony and reception. The two main highlights of this wedding are: #1, I will be her Maid of Honor and emcee for her reception program, and #2, after so many years, I will meet again my dad and brother from the Philippines, and my relatives from all over the world. I know one thing is for sure… They all will check on me if I’m still the same HOTTIE as I was before….
HOTTIE? Sure I was! The minute I stepped out of the Houston airport on May 21st… my hottie-ness became obvious through my perspiring armpit… My sophisticated bob curled up and frizzed, and my make up started to melt…. When I popped out my mirror to do a face check, I saw a scary looking person… I DO NOT KNOW HER! The only thing I remember seeing was her horrible WIG! As I try to calm myself down in this humid and rising 95 degrees weather, my self confidence has dropped down to zero...
The wedding day has come…. After finishing a bottle of hairspray to make my wig “behave” and after rubbing a whole stick of anti-perspirant, I did a fabulous job on my sister’s and mom’s make up. They both look naturally beautiful and radiant. I was so proud of them. My mom did my sister’s hair and her wedding gown. The bottom line is, my sister indeed is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.
The wedding went very well, but not as perfect as we have planned though. The strong wind was blowing like a mild hurricane, and it has delayed the start time of the garden ceremony. The music had issues and the wind blew out my sister’s long veil and crown as she was walking down the aisle. But nonetheless, the ceremony was perfect, and emotional. I didn’t have time to be emotional during this ceremony. I was busy taking pictures and making sure that no one will faint at this hot and humid weather. At this point, I really don’t care how horrible I look. The most important for me at this moment was my sister. She is the star of this day.
..My only drama after the ceremony was, I tried to stay away from the paparazzi. I have stressed my whole family as I keep hiding from the camera. One family group photo is all I can give. Obviously, my ugly wig has succeeded to rule my world that day. Every time someone will request a photo with me, I will run away! My inner voice was crying, “Go away! Leave me and ugly wig alone!!”..
June 1st, 2008
Sporting with my new sexy, sassy, inverted bob cut, and my fake tan, I couldn’t wait to see my entire family in Houston, Texas where my baby sister, Diana, is finally getting married on May 23rd at a Garden Ceremony and reception. The two main highlights of this wedding are: #1, I will be her Maid of Honor and emcee for her reception program, and #2, after so many years, I will meet again my dad and brother from the Philippines, and my relatives from all over the world. I know one thing is for sure… They all will check on me if I’m still the same HOTTIE as I was before….
HOTTIE? Sure I was! The minute I stepped out of the Houston airport on May 21st… my hottie-ness became obvious through my perspiring armpit… My sophisticated bob curled up and frizzed, and my make up started to melt…. When I popped out my mirror to do a face check, I saw a scary looking person… I DO NOT KNOW HER! The only thing I remember seeing was her horrible WIG! As I try to calm myself down in this humid and rising 95 degrees weather, my self confidence has dropped down to zero... I was counting my days since day one, as I thought that as soon as this wedding is over, I am ready to go home to my country! Thanks to my super best cousin, Ningning (Mary Linay), she has helped me a lot to focus on the most important role of my life – The Maid of Honor!! It was not easy to focus on being the Maid of Honor when your fabulous hair has just become the WIG made of horror...
The wedding day has come…. After finishing a bottle of hairspray to make my wig “behave” and after rubbing a whole stick of anti-perspirant, I did a fabulous job on my sister’s and mom’s make up. They both look naturally beautiful and radiant. I was so proud of them. My mom did my sister’s hair and her wedding gown. The bottom line is, my sister indeed is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.The wedding went very well, but not as perfect as we have planned though. The strong wind was blowing like a mild hurricane, and it has delayed the start time of the garden ceremony. The music had issues and the wind blew out my sister’s long veil and crown as she was walking down the aisle. But nonetheless, the ceremony was perfect, and emotional. I didn’t have time to be emotional during this ceremony. I was busy taking pictures and making sure that no one will faint at this hot and humid weather. At this point, I really don’t care how horrible I look. The most important for me at this moment was my sister. She is the star of this day. ..My only drama after the ceremony was, I tried to stay away from the paparazzi. I have stressed my whole family as I keep hiding from the camera. One family group photo is all I can give. Obviously, my ugly wig has succeeded to rule my world that day. Every time someone will request a photo with me, I will run away! My inner voice was crying, “Go away! Leave me and ugly wig alone!!”.. After seeing our photos, I thought I looked OK and not as bad as I thought. My only conclusion is that I can never survive living in Houston. Because the truth is, my hair doesn’t fit in there.
Ganito ka rin bang mag-English?
Ganito ka rin bang mag-English?
April 14th, 2008
I had a nosebleed while reading this letter that I found in my mailbox one day. Believe me, it was harder for me to type and post this in my blog without getting a migraine afterwards.
To whoever gets to understand this letter, congratulations!
The following is a letter found at a certain bar in Manila and has been preserved in its original, unedited form. Enjoy reading and you may try direct translation in Tagalog. Please read with feelings.
Oct 2006
To Marife,
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you why? What reason can you think about but you’re very fat body. I thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand your habit of making pakialam all his walks (lakad) and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that.
And then he say he get ashame to me either in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very, very fat body. But you hate it. Thought you’re the most preetiest girls he knows about. What do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan?
Even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else difference name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names either in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to call me different name, I don’t have any other choice but to call you other different name to. Like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING.
You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier that you when you look at us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.
Love,
The sexiest girl of D.M.
PS: You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? And the final is me. There you go.
Source: Entertainment section of The Golden Ray Magazine
April 14th, 2008
I had a nosebleed while reading this letter that I found in my mailbox one day. Believe me, it was harder for me to type and post this in my blog without getting a migraine afterwards.
To whoever gets to understand this letter, congratulations!
The following is a letter found at a certain bar in Manila and has been preserved in its original, unedited form. Enjoy reading and you may try direct translation in Tagalog. Please read with feelings.
Oct 2006
To Marife,
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you why? What reason can you think about but you’re very fat body. I thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand your habit of making pakialam all his walks (lakad) and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that.
And then he say he get ashame to me either in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very, very fat body. But you hate it. Thought you’re the most preetiest girls he knows about. What do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan?
Even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else difference name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names either in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to call me different name, I don’t have any other choice but to call you other different name to. Like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING.
You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier that you when you look at us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.
Love,
The sexiest girl of D.M.
PS: You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? And the final is me. There you go.
Source: Entertainment section of The Golden Ray Magazine
Beauty Meltdown (or just getting old?)
Beauty Meltdown (Or just getting old??)
April 10th, 2008
Ok, enough with my princess illusions and dog drama! I miss blogging and I’m back! My work in the past month or so has taken over my entire life. My hair grew long and frizzy with split ends, my scalp and skin got so dry, and here’s the worst part… I see some wrinkles forming around my eyes and some age spots on my face! Oh No!!! I can’t believe it’s happening now before my eyes… I just wanted to breakdown in tears… Am I getting old already? Somebody help me!!…
I’m convinced that I’m starting to look horrible and I am so concerned. I seriously needed Dr. Belo to unleash the “fabulousity” in me if there’s anything left… In short, I needed some extreme makeover. It’s an emergency! So I first run for help to my hairstylist to revive my crowning glory. Spackled my face with layers of anti-wrinkle, anti-blemish, anti-sun damage, anti-age spots serums, creams and moisturizers. Then had my manicure and pedicure to recover back a little of my confidence, then I realized I’m too hairy and needed to shave my legs and arms, wax my mustache, and pluck my eyebrows! Now, I can start my self tanning ritual to get my JLo glow back! Whew! That was my cheap escape to beauty makeover. I don’t need signature clothes, bags or shoes to feel fabulous. If you want to know my beauty secret, (there’s really none) I just pay attention to details from inside out. I take good care of myself big time. My hair and my shoes are a big deal for me. If I get it right, I feel like a million bucks!…
So it’s going to be my birthday on April 19th! This Friendster is so fun because it announces it to my herd of friends in my list. Let’s see who’s got the time to send me some greetings… Hmmnn? I honestly didn’t even think about my coming birthday. I’ve been travelling during my birthday for the past 6 years and I’m staying home this time. I think I’ll be 32 or 33, I really can’t remember. My real age doesn’t really matter at all to me, but what I feel inside, and guess what? I feel like I’m 23! I feel great, I feel awesome and I feel blessed!…
I remember long time ago that I thought of becoming 40 or 45 years old. I thought that if “everything goes down,” I will do everything in my power to “put it back up!” I will definitely consider Botox, eye lift, breast lift, and liposuction, to name a few procedures. I’m hoping that I won’t really need it soon or in the next 10 years or so. At least for one good reason, I feel good about myself that I still have my original spare parts working fine for me as they are supposed to. In my line of work of meeting and networking with (beautiful) people, I feel quite unique that I’m still all natural (except for my acrylic nails and occasional colored contact lenses - that’s only few of my vanity).
April 10th, 2008
Ok, enough with my princess illusions and dog drama! I miss blogging and I’m back! My work in the past month or so has taken over my entire life. My hair grew long and frizzy with split ends, my scalp and skin got so dry, and here’s the worst part… I see some wrinkles forming around my eyes and some age spots on my face! Oh No!!! I can’t believe it’s happening now before my eyes… I just wanted to breakdown in tears… Am I getting old already? Somebody help me!!…
I’m convinced that I’m starting to look horrible and I am so concerned. I seriously needed Dr. Belo to unleash the “fabulousity” in me if there’s anything left… In short, I needed some extreme makeover. It’s an emergency! So I first run for help to my hairstylist to revive my crowning glory. Spackled my face with layers of anti-wrinkle, anti-blemish, anti-sun damage, anti-age spots serums, creams and moisturizers. Then had my manicure and pedicure to recover back a little of my confidence, then I realized I’m too hairy and needed to shave my legs and arms, wax my mustache, and pluck my eyebrows! Now, I can start my self tanning ritual to get my JLo glow back! Whew! That was my cheap escape to beauty makeover. I don’t need signature clothes, bags or shoes to feel fabulous. If you want to know my beauty secret, (there’s really none) I just pay attention to details from inside out. I take good care of myself big time. My hair and my shoes are a big deal for me. If I get it right, I feel like a million bucks!…
So it’s going to be my birthday on April 19th! This Friendster is so fun because it announces it to my herd of friends in my list. Let’s see who’s got the time to send me some greetings… Hmmnn? I honestly didn’t even think about my coming birthday. I’ve been travelling during my birthday for the past 6 years and I’m staying home this time. I think I’ll be 32 or 33, I really can’t remember. My real age doesn’t really matter at all to me, but what I feel inside, and guess what? I feel like I’m 23! I feel great, I feel awesome and I feel blessed!…
I remember long time ago that I thought of becoming 40 or 45 years old. I thought that if “everything goes down,” I will do everything in my power to “put it back up!” I will definitely consider Botox, eye lift, breast lift, and liposuction, to name a few procedures. I’m hoping that I won’t really need it soon or in the next 10 years or so. At least for one good reason, I feel good about myself that I still have my original spare parts working fine for me as they are supposed to. In my line of work of meeting and networking with (beautiful) people, I feel quite unique that I’m still all natural (except for my acrylic nails and occasional colored contact lenses - that’s only few of my vanity).
Princess Rumors
Princess Rumors
March 26th, 2008
I can’t believe that my client called me one time at work to ask me a very personal question… “If the rumor was true?” What rumor? “My entire team has been talking about you after you left.” Talking about me about what? ‘That you were a Philippine Princess and what are you doing working here in America?” Where did you hear that? “It was some rumor that’s going around and we wanted to know if it was true…”
This is my top client from San Antonio that I met with and entertained, calling me at work one day to confirm if I was a “Philippine Princess”??? I laughed out so loud (like boisterously evil-laugh-like) as I don’t know what to say….. What possible Philippine tribe could I be a Princess of?
Should I tell her the truth? How did she find out? Who told her? Who would have thought that? Did I wear my tiara in my presentation? Did she read my princess diaries instead of my proposals? For sure, I know I was wearing my power suit and killer stilettos in our meetings…. Did I get carried away and sung “A Whole New World”???
To everybody who knew me, you know this rumor is not true. My closest friends in Park City knew that I have moved on a long way since I got married here…. I can cook now, I can vacuum, I can do my laundry, and I can drive. In fact, I learned to paint all the rooms in my house!! So who’s the Princess now?
So to appease my client, I told her I am not a Princess…. But she was not satisfied. She asked me if I have some royal blood or from a royal family?
OK, this is getting really funny now. Is she on drugs or something? Or am I just hallucinating? I have to tell her something, so this is my story.
I am not a Princess. And I don’t have a royal blood and I didn’t come from some royalty or kingdom. But I was a former beauty queen. “Like Miss Philippines?” I said yes when I was 50 lbs lighter, and that was a long, long time ago… We just laughed it off and she was happy now. This conversation has lead to 15 more re-bookings of group meetings for me from her for 2008.
To my surprise, a couple of people in my office thought that, too, that I came from some royalty… ha-ha-ha!! Was I that prim and proper at work? Do I act like Julie Andrews?
One of my friends at work told me that I should have told this story instead (in case I get asked again)… “that I was a former Moriones Princess but I was dethroned from my kingdom when I eloped with my non-royalty lover, and now lived happily ever after in America.”
March 26th, 2008
I can’t believe that my client called me one time at work to ask me a very personal question… “If the rumor was true?” What rumor? “My entire team has been talking about you after you left.” Talking about me about what? ‘That you were a Philippine Princess and what are you doing working here in America?” Where did you hear that? “It was some rumor that’s going around and we wanted to know if it was true…”
This is my top client from San Antonio that I met with and entertained, calling me at work one day to confirm if I was a “Philippine Princess”??? I laughed out so loud (like boisterously evil-laugh-like) as I don’t know what to say….. What possible Philippine tribe could I be a Princess of?
Should I tell her the truth? How did she find out? Who told her? Who would have thought that? Did I wear my tiara in my presentation? Did she read my princess diaries instead of my proposals? For sure, I know I was wearing my power suit and killer stilettos in our meetings…. Did I get carried away and sung “A Whole New World”???
To everybody who knew me, you know this rumor is not true. My closest friends in Park City knew that I have moved on a long way since I got married here…. I can cook now, I can vacuum, I can do my laundry, and I can drive. In fact, I learned to paint all the rooms in my house!! So who’s the Princess now?
So to appease my client, I told her I am not a Princess…. But she was not satisfied. She asked me if I have some royal blood or from a royal family?
OK, this is getting really funny now. Is she on drugs or something? Or am I just hallucinating? I have to tell her something, so this is my story.
I am not a Princess. And I don’t have a royal blood and I didn’t come from some royalty or kingdom. But I was a former beauty queen. “Like Miss Philippines?” I said yes when I was 50 lbs lighter, and that was a long, long time ago… We just laughed it off and she was happy now. This conversation has lead to 15 more re-bookings of group meetings for me from her for 2008.
To my surprise, a couple of people in my office thought that, too, that I came from some royalty… ha-ha-ha!! Was I that prim and proper at work? Do I act like Julie Andrews?
One of my friends at work told me that I should have told this story instead (in case I get asked again)… “that I was a former Moriones Princess but I was dethroned from my kingdom when I eloped with my non-royalty lover, and now lived happily ever after in America.”
Puppy Love
Puppy Love
March 26th, 2008
Puppy Love
(Lily’s poem)
You didn’t bring me into this world
You don’t know much about me
But you still picked me to be a part of your life
You brought me home for the first time
And didn’t know what to do with me
Because all you ever wish to have was your own baby…
I may not be your own flesh and blood
And not able to take care of you when you’re old
I do not need much in life but only your love
Yet you gave me everything that I would ever want
I may not be able to say how much I love you, too, Momma
But I can see it in your eyes that you know I do…
I cherish every moment you hold me and sing to me
Everyday is a perfect day as long as you’re with me
My life is so worthwhile because I make you smile
I’m truly one lucky dog in this beautiful world
Because God made me especially for you
You are my family and the best momma for me…
When You Say Nothing At All (My song to Lily & Shilo)
By Allison Krauss…
It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing…
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all…
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine
March 26th, 2008
Puppy Love
(Lily’s poem)
You didn’t bring me into this world
You don’t know much about me
But you still picked me to be a part of your life
You brought me home for the first time
And didn’t know what to do with me
Because all you ever wish to have was your own baby…
I may not be your own flesh and blood
And not able to take care of you when you’re old
I do not need much in life but only your love
Yet you gave me everything that I would ever want
I may not be able to say how much I love you, too, Momma
But I can see it in your eyes that you know I do…
I cherish every moment you hold me and sing to me
Everyday is a perfect day as long as you’re with me
My life is so worthwhile because I make you smile
I’m truly one lucky dog in this beautiful world
Because God made me especially for you
You are my family and the best momma for me…
When You Say Nothing At All (My song to Lily & Shilo)
By Allison Krauss…
It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing…
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all…
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine
This is My Country Song
March 12th, 2008
If you think I’m a diva wannabe
In my fur collared jacket and Hollywood shades
My bling-bling belt and sky high heels
This is my country song for you…
If you think I only wear designer jeans
Carry expensive purses and drive fancy cars
Have high profile friends, you’re all wrong
This is my country song for you…
If you think I’m a lost redneck cowgirl
In my plaid shirt, cowboy hat and boots
I just love their style, but I don’t ride horses
This is my country song for you…
If you think I’m one hot career chic
A proud momma, or a domestic diva
Or crazy friend screaming at the karaoke
This is my country song for you…
It doesn’t really matter what you think of me
I just want to sing about my good old simple life
In my grandpa’s farm where I used to fly kites
That’s why I wrote my country song for you
March 12th, 2008
If you think I’m a diva wannabe
In my fur collared jacket and Hollywood shades
My bling-bling belt and sky high heels
This is my country song for you…
If you think I only wear designer jeans
Carry expensive purses and drive fancy cars
Have high profile friends, you’re all wrong
This is my country song for you…
If you think I’m a lost redneck cowgirl
In my plaid shirt, cowboy hat and boots
I just love their style, but I don’t ride horses
This is my country song for you…
If you think I’m one hot career chic
A proud momma, or a domestic diva
Or crazy friend screaming at the karaoke
This is my country song for you…
It doesn’t really matter what you think of me
I just want to sing about my good old simple life
In my grandpa’s farm where I used to fly kites
That’s why I wrote my country song for you
The All American Country Girl
The All American Country Girl
March 12th, 2008
Local News: Rascal Flatts and Kellie Pickler came to entertain thousands of their fans at Salt Lake City’s Energy Solutions Arena (Former Delta Center) on Friday, March 7th. These country stars rocked the house down with their live music. It was a fun concert!…
My over imagination took me one step further in this experience: I have just officially launched my American Country Singer dream career live on stage with Kellie Pickler and the Rascal Flatts. The spot lights were warm on my skin but I still got chills and butterflies in my stomach. I was the newest country music sensation when I sang Kellie Pickler’s (American Idol’s finalist in 2006) song “Small Town Girl” on my red high heels. She’s really tiny like half my size, but she’s got a voice twice bigger than me. Then I just became the first female band member of the Rascal Flatts. I played the guitar and I felt that I was the hottest girl rock star of my time. All the screaming girls of all ages at the front row want to grab ‘em and tore off their clothes, but I said, “Sorry, desperate housewives. I’m their only woman in this concert.”…
I was in my clients’ All-Star Suite, with dinner buffet, ice cream bar and beverage flowing all night. The concert stage was just right in front of me. I was sitting right next to 3 gorgeous blondes who also left their men at home watching CSI reruns. They thought I was J. Lo in my fur collared jacket and my curvy pants. I said, “Oh no, honey, I’m All American Country Rock Star!” I pulled up my pants and showed them my stiletto cowboy boots! We were instant BFFs even for just one night! We all sung along with Kellie and the Rascals as we all know the lyrics, it was the coolest thing that I will never forget and will never be able to do with my closest friends… We got carried away and cried a tear! We danced along and screamed like foolish crazy fans. (I can’t believe I yelled with them to the Rascals, “Take your shirts off!!”) I saw my self and my life and my dreams coming true on stage right before my very eyes. I can’t describe it… I run out of words to say, but their songs are still playing in my head…. God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you… ……
Background Check: My first encounter with country music was when my sister’s boss in the Philippines asked me to shop some country music CDs for him as he can’t find any in all of the music stores back home. I first listened to it all and just fell in love with it. They are all great songwriters, and they sing their undying love for their country, their old simple life, their family, their broken hearts and the broken roads that lead them to their dreams. They talk about real life and their passion for their music, just like a story. I loved the fiddling of the violins, the sound of guitars, the beat of the drums, the different voice, and the moral of the songs. I’m now fully converted. The rest is history. The ‘promdi” is now the All American Country Girl…
March 12th, 2008
Local News: Rascal Flatts and Kellie Pickler came to entertain thousands of their fans at Salt Lake City’s Energy Solutions Arena (Former Delta Center) on Friday, March 7th. These country stars rocked the house down with their live music. It was a fun concert!…
My over imagination took me one step further in this experience: I have just officially launched my American Country Singer dream career live on stage with Kellie Pickler and the Rascal Flatts. The spot lights were warm on my skin but I still got chills and butterflies in my stomach. I was the newest country music sensation when I sang Kellie Pickler’s (American Idol’s finalist in 2006) song “Small Town Girl” on my red high heels. She’s really tiny like half my size, but she’s got a voice twice bigger than me. Then I just became the first female band member of the Rascal Flatts. I played the guitar and I felt that I was the hottest girl rock star of my time. All the screaming girls of all ages at the front row want to grab ‘em and tore off their clothes, but I said, “Sorry, desperate housewives. I’m their only woman in this concert.”…
I was in my clients’ All-Star Suite, with dinner buffet, ice cream bar and beverage flowing all night. The concert stage was just right in front of me. I was sitting right next to 3 gorgeous blondes who also left their men at home watching CSI reruns. They thought I was J. Lo in my fur collared jacket and my curvy pants. I said, “Oh no, honey, I’m All American Country Rock Star!” I pulled up my pants and showed them my stiletto cowboy boots! We were instant BFFs even for just one night! We all sung along with Kellie and the Rascals as we all know the lyrics, it was the coolest thing that I will never forget and will never be able to do with my closest friends… We got carried away and cried a tear! We danced along and screamed like foolish crazy fans. (I can’t believe I yelled with them to the Rascals, “Take your shirts off!!”) I saw my self and my life and my dreams coming true on stage right before my very eyes. I can’t describe it… I run out of words to say, but their songs are still playing in my head…. God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you… ……
Background Check: My first encounter with country music was when my sister’s boss in the Philippines asked me to shop some country music CDs for him as he can’t find any in all of the music stores back home. I first listened to it all and just fell in love with it. They are all great songwriters, and they sing their undying love for their country, their old simple life, their family, their broken hearts and the broken roads that lead them to their dreams. They talk about real life and their passion for their music, just like a story. I loved the fiddling of the violins, the sound of guitars, the beat of the drums, the different voice, and the moral of the songs. I’m now fully converted. The rest is history. The ‘promdi” is now the All American Country Girl…
Part 2: The Controversial Writer Returns to the Buzz
Part 2: The Controversial Writer Returns to The Buzz
March 8th, 2008
Part 2 Interview with Boy Abunda at The Buzz:
BA: Let’s talk about your Promdi series. Why do you write a big deal about it?
CZ: The “Promdi in America, Lost in Transition” will be the last one in this series, unfortunately. Many would think that I’m exploiting myself and think that I have low self esteem in this series. But humility is my virtue that easily gets lost. I wrote these promdi stories to remind myself everyday that I am not perfect, that I’m born with factory defects. My true life is boring and insignificant that I don’t have sad stories about hardships and broken hearts, but I can tell that I have walked in the shoes of a baker, a baby sitter, house cleaner, a waitress here in America before I found the right path to my success.
BA: Will you share your success story to your readers?
CZ: No. My success story is written by my Creator, and not me. I have nothing to be proud of because I did nothing to earn any of it. I came to this world with nothing and will leave with nothing but this memoirs in my blog.
BA: Your readers are not English Majors as you are as a writer. They might take your writings literally, like you talking to your dogs. They might think you are crazy.
CZ: I like to show my sophistication and originality as a writer. My dogs’ part in my writings plays my alter ego. My readers are not idiots to think that dogs can actually talk or think like me, and I’m sorry if they do. My readers are educated enough to appreciate my wishful thinking and my blending of reality and fantasy. It catches their attention. It makes them wonder that I’m so out of this world.
BA: Take me to your ideal holiday or vacation.
CZ: In my mind, I am in French Riviera, one of the best beaches in France, reading a book about plastic surgery, having European pastries for breakfast and staying in some fancy Chateau Villa, going to art museums to look at Monet’s and Van Gogh’s, and having dinner in Paris with the perfect view of the Ifle Tower. But in my heart, I am having pan de sal with margarine and sugar, fresh coconut, banana fritters (turon), and halo-halo, and fried fish (pritong galungong, that is!). I am in our beach house in Gasan, scribbling on my notepad to describe the gentle sound of sea water slapping on my feet while I bury my toes in the warm sand, floating on the water on my tube (salbabida) as the waves take me farther from the shore, looking up at the blue skies and the islands around me, waving at the fisherman’s boat, and looking down on the clear water and wondered how peaceful it is down there and if I can be a part of that world ….
BA: Wow, you just took me there for a minute. What do you think when you write?
CZ: I pick a character of who I want to be. I think of the words that can take me to the place where I want to be, and take my readers with me. It is my best and cheapest escape from my high-pressured job, and stressful life. It’s a very high maintenance hobby.
BA: What else do we need to know about your style as a sophisticated writer?
CZ: I’m a best actress drama queen playing my dream roles in my own writings. Roles that I may not be able to play or become in reality… like I’m a Hollywood Diva, a Country Rock Star, American Idol, America’s Top Model, Wowowee Dancer, whatever I want to be, I can be in my literary cyber world. It’s very liberating…. Best example is being a celebrity here in this interview with you.
March 8th, 2008
Part 2 Interview with Boy Abunda at The Buzz:
BA: Let’s talk about your Promdi series. Why do you write a big deal about it?
CZ: The “Promdi in America, Lost in Transition” will be the last one in this series, unfortunately. Many would think that I’m exploiting myself and think that I have low self esteem in this series. But humility is my virtue that easily gets lost. I wrote these promdi stories to remind myself everyday that I am not perfect, that I’m born with factory defects. My true life is boring and insignificant that I don’t have sad stories about hardships and broken hearts, but I can tell that I have walked in the shoes of a baker, a baby sitter, house cleaner, a waitress here in America before I found the right path to my success.
BA: Will you share your success story to your readers?
CZ: No. My success story is written by my Creator, and not me. I have nothing to be proud of because I did nothing to earn any of it. I came to this world with nothing and will leave with nothing but this memoirs in my blog.
BA: Your readers are not English Majors as you are as a writer. They might take your writings literally, like you talking to your dogs. They might think you are crazy.
CZ: I like to show my sophistication and originality as a writer. My dogs’ part in my writings plays my alter ego. My readers are not idiots to think that dogs can actually talk or think like me, and I’m sorry if they do. My readers are educated enough to appreciate my wishful thinking and my blending of reality and fantasy. It catches their attention. It makes them wonder that I’m so out of this world.
BA: Take me to your ideal holiday or vacation.
CZ: In my mind, I am in French Riviera, one of the best beaches in France, reading a book about plastic surgery, having European pastries for breakfast and staying in some fancy Chateau Villa, going to art museums to look at Monet’s and Van Gogh’s, and having dinner in Paris with the perfect view of the Ifle Tower. But in my heart, I am having pan de sal with margarine and sugar, fresh coconut, banana fritters (turon), and halo-halo, and fried fish (pritong galungong, that is!). I am in our beach house in Gasan, scribbling on my notepad to describe the gentle sound of sea water slapping on my feet while I bury my toes in the warm sand, floating on the water on my tube (salbabida) as the waves take me farther from the shore, looking up at the blue skies and the islands around me, waving at the fisherman’s boat, and looking down on the clear water and wondered how peaceful it is down there and if I can be a part of that world ….
BA: Wow, you just took me there for a minute. What do you think when you write?
CZ: I pick a character of who I want to be. I think of the words that can take me to the place where I want to be, and take my readers with me. It is my best and cheapest escape from my high-pressured job, and stressful life. It’s a very high maintenance hobby.
BA: What else do we need to know about your style as a sophisticated writer?
CZ: I’m a best actress drama queen playing my dream roles in my own writings. Roles that I may not be able to play or become in reality… like I’m a Hollywood Diva, a Country Rock Star, American Idol, America’s Top Model, Wowowee Dancer, whatever I want to be, I can be in my literary cyber world. It’s very liberating…. Best example is being a celebrity here in this interview with you.
The Controversial Writer Returns to The Buzz
The Controversial Writer Returns to The Buzz
March 6th, 2008
(You probably smiled when you saw this title!)My last posted poem created another buzz among my curious readers. They were saddened, affected and wondered what is going on with me. So Boy Abunda invited me again to guest in their show for a live one-on-one interview, as few of my readers find it very critical for me explain further my latest post.
BA: Welcome again to The Buzz. Let’s talk about you new poem “My Lonely Road to Amazing Grace.” As your reader, I’m so used to your “happy” writings. As I read this one, it choked me and made me teary-eyed a little bit. Why write something so sad all of a sudden?
CZ: I’m really flattered that you got carried away by it. I wanted to explore all possibilities as a writer. I don’t want only be known as witty and funny in my writings, which could be boring in the long run. The experience of the “sad emotion” is the main inspiration of this poem.
BA: Is this based on a personal experience?
CZ: I’d say this poem is based on my spiritual experience that I kind of dramatized in my poetry.
BA: How did you write this poem and how much time do you spend in writing?
CZ: I only wrote this poem in 10 minutes or less while eating ice cream and watching American Idol. But just like an actress, I have to internalize the emotion and sink in to the character to be able to say the lines or write effectively. That process took a while. I spend one or two nights a week writing stuffs in between laundry loads, watching TV and playing with my puppies. It’s my passion and I love it when I have a chance to do it.
BA: It is actually pretty cool that you can write creatively. It’s different from other blogs that I’ve read before. What other forms of emotions will you be writing about?
CZ: I’d like to interpret in my writings the strongest of all human emotions like love, joy, fear, and sorrow. I’m currently composing a short horror fiction right now but my wild imagination is starting to scare me. It’s about a Shih Tzu afraid of its own poop. I’m also thinking of trying erotic poetry. Lily came up with that idea, and I think it’s not bad to try. She’s only 8 months old. I have no idea how she came up with the word “erotic.”
BA: Why Amazing Grace? After your “lonely road” trip, are you there yet?
CZ: “Amazing Grace” is my favorite Christian song that made so much impact on me. It makes me shiver just thinking about it and singing it on my mind. I’ve reached the Amazing Grace land long time ago. I’m living in it and cherishing every minute of it. It’s the lonely road that made it so meaningful to me. I believe that happiness is meaningless if there is no sadness. Just like love is worthless without sacrifice.
BA: You simply stunned me there for a minute. How do you define love?
CZ: Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. (1 Cor. 13:7-8) It’s very powerful.
March 6th, 2008
(You probably smiled when you saw this title!)My last posted poem created another buzz among my curious readers. They were saddened, affected and wondered what is going on with me. So Boy Abunda invited me again to guest in their show for a live one-on-one interview, as few of my readers find it very critical for me explain further my latest post.
BA: Welcome again to The Buzz. Let’s talk about you new poem “My Lonely Road to Amazing Grace.” As your reader, I’m so used to your “happy” writings. As I read this one, it choked me and made me teary-eyed a little bit. Why write something so sad all of a sudden?
CZ: I’m really flattered that you got carried away by it. I wanted to explore all possibilities as a writer. I don’t want only be known as witty and funny in my writings, which could be boring in the long run. The experience of the “sad emotion” is the main inspiration of this poem.
BA: Is this based on a personal experience?
CZ: I’d say this poem is based on my spiritual experience that I kind of dramatized in my poetry.
BA: How did you write this poem and how much time do you spend in writing?
CZ: I only wrote this poem in 10 minutes or less while eating ice cream and watching American Idol. But just like an actress, I have to internalize the emotion and sink in to the character to be able to say the lines or write effectively. That process took a while. I spend one or two nights a week writing stuffs in between laundry loads, watching TV and playing with my puppies. It’s my passion and I love it when I have a chance to do it.
BA: It is actually pretty cool that you can write creatively. It’s different from other blogs that I’ve read before. What other forms of emotions will you be writing about?
CZ: I’d like to interpret in my writings the strongest of all human emotions like love, joy, fear, and sorrow. I’m currently composing a short horror fiction right now but my wild imagination is starting to scare me. It’s about a Shih Tzu afraid of its own poop. I’m also thinking of trying erotic poetry. Lily came up with that idea, and I think it’s not bad to try. She’s only 8 months old. I have no idea how she came up with the word “erotic.”
BA: Why Amazing Grace? After your “lonely road” trip, are you there yet?
CZ: “Amazing Grace” is my favorite Christian song that made so much impact on me. It makes me shiver just thinking about it and singing it on my mind. I’ve reached the Amazing Grace land long time ago. I’m living in it and cherishing every minute of it. It’s the lonely road that made it so meaningful to me. I believe that happiness is meaningless if there is no sadness. Just like love is worthless without sacrifice.
BA: You simply stunned me there for a minute. How do you define love?
CZ: Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. (1 Cor. 13:7-8) It’s very powerful.
My Lonely Road to Amazing Grace
My Lonely Road to Amazing Grace
March 5th, 2008
“Goodbye, My Love, as I leave you, as this is the end of the road for us.”
My tears flow endlessly
My heart grows with pain
My mind can’t consume all my emotions
I have lost my hope and given up my dreams
I am nothing and worthless
I am a failure and I deserve no love from anyone
“God, crash this plane right now as I have no more reasons to live.”
My spirit is shaken
My life is meaningless
My faith is stolen
I am running out of breath
I want to die even just for a minute
I see my life shattered itself before me
“God, if you have better plans for me, then let me live.”
My face is pale and cold
My body is limp and light
My hands are shaking right now
I opened my eyesI sung my amazing grace
I heard the sweet sound that saved the wretch in me
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and future.”
Jeremiah 29:11
March 5th, 2008
“Goodbye, My Love, as I leave you, as this is the end of the road for us.”
My tears flow endlessly
My heart grows with pain
My mind can’t consume all my emotions
I have lost my hope and given up my dreams
I am nothing and worthless
I am a failure and I deserve no love from anyone
“God, crash this plane right now as I have no more reasons to live.”
My spirit is shaken
My life is meaningless
My faith is stolen
I am running out of breath
I want to die even just for a minute
I see my life shattered itself before me
“God, if you have better plans for me, then let me live.”
My face is pale and cold
My body is limp and light
My hands are shaking right now
I opened my eyesI sung my amazing grace
I heard the sweet sound that saved the wretch in me
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and future.”
Jeremiah 29:11
Promdi in America, Lost in Transition
Promdi in America, Lost in Transition
March 5th, 2008
People digging out their cars from deep snow in the middle of a frigid winter, brutal winds blowing against my cheeks, living with 16 strangers in a 3-bedroom condo, sleeping on a window loft, how could my new life in Park City, Utah be more humbling?While everybody was worried about their families they left behind in the Philippines, I was worried about surviving in a foreign country on my own. The thought of doing my own laundry and cooking terrified me. Mixing of hot & cold water in the shower stressed me. My dandruff, split-ends, chapped lips, cracked hands; my becoming stinky feet grieved me. Thanks to the inventor of the microwave, it became my instant life support.
On my first trip to Albertson’s Grocery, I was simply looking for something similar to our “Tasty Bread” and “Ques-o” cheese in the Philippines. Their bread aisle drove me crazy! I have never seen hundred kinds of breads in my life: white, wheat, multigrain, their honey versions, potato, rye, sour bread, baguette, French, bagel with different flavors, etc. The cheese section was even more insane: cheddar, mild and sharp, Swiss, American, ½, Philadelphia, Neuchatel, Pepper Jack, Monterey, string, Mexican mix, (but no Philippine cheese to my surprise!) not to mention the stinky cheeses, bleu, feta, brie, etc. Could life be any more complicated for me? I just want to eat, period.
While I learn more about the American culture through my first hand encounters, the Americans were learning more about me as I speak with my exotic accent. So I grew up with a nanny, I have never washed dishes in my life; I have never washed my own clothes and didn’t know how to iron, never cooked, never used the vacuum, and never had to drive. They were curious from what kingdom on Earth did I come from!
The daily news in the Philippines was about bank robberies, massacres, gang rapes, murders and homicides, bomb threats and political rallies. That was normal. The news in Park City is more exciting: Deer crossing Main Street caused traffic as tourists took pictures, ski patrol helicopter saved moose stocked in snow, major storm hits Park City as skiers flood the mountains and hotel rooms, leather belt or cell phone found in the parking lot, lost dog or dogs looking for love, yard sale and $3M home for sale.
I was working at a Front Desk in a hotel but like everybody else I needed a second job to survive and live decently. I cleaned a few houses, did baby sitting, bussed in the restaurants, and served in banquets. But the most humbling of all was when I worked in Albertson’s Bakery in the closing shift. I sprayed wash tons of baking pans, cleaned grease on all working tables, and used a push broom that was taller than me. I had horrible burns on my hands and arms from the oven while loading and unloading French breads. But the most fun part of this job was advertising my products on the store’s intercom, “Fresh French bread now available.” It was simple but it was a tongue twister for me. I just can’t say it right.
I’ve made good friends and few cash in Park City. I travelled around the country to visit my relatives from the west to the east coast. I became a Christian (Baptist) along the way. I’ve been challenged to look for a better job and better life, as I searched for my Mr. Right at the same time.
But God led me back to Utah to be blessed by His power in His creation of this place full of magnitude and beauty that I refused to see. Utah is indeed the most beautiful state that I’ve ever seen. This is where I learned to live life with humility, and learned the value of hard earned money. I carried this value with me when I returned back home to the Philippines. Little did I know, there’s a greater purpose that was unknown for me at that time, which God has yet to reveal.
March 5th, 2008
People digging out their cars from deep snow in the middle of a frigid winter, brutal winds blowing against my cheeks, living with 16 strangers in a 3-bedroom condo, sleeping on a window loft, how could my new life in Park City, Utah be more humbling?While everybody was worried about their families they left behind in the Philippines, I was worried about surviving in a foreign country on my own. The thought of doing my own laundry and cooking terrified me. Mixing of hot & cold water in the shower stressed me. My dandruff, split-ends, chapped lips, cracked hands; my becoming stinky feet grieved me. Thanks to the inventor of the microwave, it became my instant life support.
On my first trip to Albertson’s Grocery, I was simply looking for something similar to our “Tasty Bread” and “Ques-o” cheese in the Philippines. Their bread aisle drove me crazy! I have never seen hundred kinds of breads in my life: white, wheat, multigrain, their honey versions, potato, rye, sour bread, baguette, French, bagel with different flavors, etc. The cheese section was even more insane: cheddar, mild and sharp, Swiss, American, ½, Philadelphia, Neuchatel, Pepper Jack, Monterey, string, Mexican mix, (but no Philippine cheese to my surprise!) not to mention the stinky cheeses, bleu, feta, brie, etc. Could life be any more complicated for me? I just want to eat, period.
While I learn more about the American culture through my first hand encounters, the Americans were learning more about me as I speak with my exotic accent. So I grew up with a nanny, I have never washed dishes in my life; I have never washed my own clothes and didn’t know how to iron, never cooked, never used the vacuum, and never had to drive. They were curious from what kingdom on Earth did I come from!
The daily news in the Philippines was about bank robberies, massacres, gang rapes, murders and homicides, bomb threats and political rallies. That was normal. The news in Park City is more exciting: Deer crossing Main Street caused traffic as tourists took pictures, ski patrol helicopter saved moose stocked in snow, major storm hits Park City as skiers flood the mountains and hotel rooms, leather belt or cell phone found in the parking lot, lost dog or dogs looking for love, yard sale and $3M home for sale.
I was working at a Front Desk in a hotel but like everybody else I needed a second job to survive and live decently. I cleaned a few houses, did baby sitting, bussed in the restaurants, and served in banquets. But the most humbling of all was when I worked in Albertson’s Bakery in the closing shift. I sprayed wash tons of baking pans, cleaned grease on all working tables, and used a push broom that was taller than me. I had horrible burns on my hands and arms from the oven while loading and unloading French breads. But the most fun part of this job was advertising my products on the store’s intercom, “Fresh French bread now available.” It was simple but it was a tongue twister for me. I just can’t say it right.
I’ve made good friends and few cash in Park City. I travelled around the country to visit my relatives from the west to the east coast. I became a Christian (Baptist) along the way. I’ve been challenged to look for a better job and better life, as I searched for my Mr. Right at the same time.
But God led me back to Utah to be blessed by His power in His creation of this place full of magnitude and beauty that I refused to see. Utah is indeed the most beautiful state that I’ve ever seen. This is where I learned to live life with humility, and learned the value of hard earned money. I carried this value with me when I returned back home to the Philippines. Little did I know, there’s a greater purpose that was unknown for me at that time, which God has yet to reveal.
Detrimental Blogger
Detrimental Blogger
February 15th, 2008
About two weeks ago, I started blogging here in Friendster and I honestly did not know what I was doing. I had mixed awful feelings about it. I was very nervous of what I say about me and my past experiences. I was curious about what my closest friends and family would think of me. Should I keep going and remain passionate in my blogging, or should I just have to find something better to do like teach my dogs to sing ABC? What if my parents would come across this and find out that I used to drink Red Horse using a straw? Will my father be mad at me and disown me forever, or maybe he’ll buy me a round of drink with spicy sisig on the side? What if people think that I’m exposing too much of myself in the cyber world and that they hate my guts? What if I’m just wasting people’s time as they read my non-sense posts? So many questions and confusions have terrified me that I did not sleep and did not take a shower for a week. I asked myself, “What is this stupid thing that I’ve done?” To calm my self down and before I shave my head, I thought I better research more on blogging to make sure that I’m not putting my stinky foot in my mouth here in front of my beloved family and friends. I went online and I found some helpful tips, guidelines, and interesting rules that I’m tempted to break.
I could potentially become a professional writer after college if I only pursued it. So if I became a journalist, I will write something like this: “Utah is magnificent this winter.” But as an amateur blogger, I can write something like this: “This winter is killing me. Shoveling snow in our driveway almost every night is driving me crazy. This has been the worst winter for me in the past 6 years that I lived here in Utah. But what I love about it is when I wake up in the morning to a bright blue sky, a shimmering blanket of snow covering our deck, the smell of crisp clean air, and the perfect view of the beautiful Wasatch Mountain in the backdrop… where else in the world would I want to be and see something so spectacular!”
In the blog writing article, it was emphasized that I should feel free to say what I want to say and give my honest opinions. That’s really not my cup of tea. It only confused me as there were no clear warnings on honesty. Should I be writing what’s really going on in my head? That’s very dangerous. So if I was a fashion critic, I will write: “She wears a seductively low plunging neckline.” But in my blog, I can write: “I can’t believe I’ve ever seen such long boobs in my life!” If I will write an editorial, I’d say: “There are more effeminate men out there in the work force.” But in my blog, I can write: “Hold your horses, ladies and gentlemen, give way to these closet drag queens taking over!” At work, if I’m emailing a client, I will write: “Please keep us in mind for your next meeting. I hope you’ll consider bringing your conference to our resort in the future.” In my blog, I can write: “Are you insane? You must be kidding me. You’re a pain in the butt!” And if I was consoling a friend, I will write to her: “You don’t deserve all these loneliness and pain that you are going through with this man. How long do you have to be in this misery?” In my blog, I can write: “Quit being a pathetic loser! You can shoot yourself or kick his balls and leave the devil in hell!” You see, honesty in blogging is just ridiculous and it won’t work for me.
But what really caught my attention in my research is that I need to be funny and should amuse my readers, and that I should not take myself too seriously. Well, that’s even tougher… I’m going to have a hard time on this one. I now realized that blogging is not for me after all. I’m too boring with nothing much going on and nothing fun to say. Well, I guess it’s time for me to move on and change careers… I decided I’ll just become a “misfortune teller.” Anybody out there who wants to know their next bad luck?
February 15th, 2008
About two weeks ago, I started blogging here in Friendster and I honestly did not know what I was doing. I had mixed awful feelings about it. I was very nervous of what I say about me and my past experiences. I was curious about what my closest friends and family would think of me. Should I keep going and remain passionate in my blogging, or should I just have to find something better to do like teach my dogs to sing ABC? What if my parents would come across this and find out that I used to drink Red Horse using a straw? Will my father be mad at me and disown me forever, or maybe he’ll buy me a round of drink with spicy sisig on the side? What if people think that I’m exposing too much of myself in the cyber world and that they hate my guts? What if I’m just wasting people’s time as they read my non-sense posts? So many questions and confusions have terrified me that I did not sleep and did not take a shower for a week. I asked myself, “What is this stupid thing that I’ve done?” To calm my self down and before I shave my head, I thought I better research more on blogging to make sure that I’m not putting my stinky foot in my mouth here in front of my beloved family and friends. I went online and I found some helpful tips, guidelines, and interesting rules that I’m tempted to break.
I could potentially become a professional writer after college if I only pursued it. So if I became a journalist, I will write something like this: “Utah is magnificent this winter.” But as an amateur blogger, I can write something like this: “This winter is killing me. Shoveling snow in our driveway almost every night is driving me crazy. This has been the worst winter for me in the past 6 years that I lived here in Utah. But what I love about it is when I wake up in the morning to a bright blue sky, a shimmering blanket of snow covering our deck, the smell of crisp clean air, and the perfect view of the beautiful Wasatch Mountain in the backdrop… where else in the world would I want to be and see something so spectacular!”
In the blog writing article, it was emphasized that I should feel free to say what I want to say and give my honest opinions. That’s really not my cup of tea. It only confused me as there were no clear warnings on honesty. Should I be writing what’s really going on in my head? That’s very dangerous. So if I was a fashion critic, I will write: “She wears a seductively low plunging neckline.” But in my blog, I can write: “I can’t believe I’ve ever seen such long boobs in my life!” If I will write an editorial, I’d say: “There are more effeminate men out there in the work force.” But in my blog, I can write: “Hold your horses, ladies and gentlemen, give way to these closet drag queens taking over!” At work, if I’m emailing a client, I will write: “Please keep us in mind for your next meeting. I hope you’ll consider bringing your conference to our resort in the future.” In my blog, I can write: “Are you insane? You must be kidding me. You’re a pain in the butt!” And if I was consoling a friend, I will write to her: “You don’t deserve all these loneliness and pain that you are going through with this man. How long do you have to be in this misery?” In my blog, I can write: “Quit being a pathetic loser! You can shoot yourself or kick his balls and leave the devil in hell!” You see, honesty in blogging is just ridiculous and it won’t work for me.
But what really caught my attention in my research is that I need to be funny and should amuse my readers, and that I should not take myself too seriously. Well, that’s even tougher… I’m going to have a hard time on this one. I now realized that blogging is not for me after all. I’m too boring with nothing much going on and nothing fun to say. Well, I guess it’s time for me to move on and change careers… I decided I’ll just become a “misfortune teller.” Anybody out there who wants to know their next bad luck?
Literary Criticism: The Author and Her Blogs
Literary Criticism: The Author and Her Blogs
February 13th, 2008
The author of these blogs uses a contemporary expressionist literary art form through blogging. She attempts to portray the inner workings of her mind by effectively allowing her readers’ mental states to stimulate through her poetic presence in the cyber world, whether she wants to make us fall in love in her poetry or fall from our seat in her comedy. The author used her own comical character through her subordinated representation of her emotional and visionary experiences, and exhibited a profound disillusionment of her self and the world that she is in.
The author has successfully brought me into her own world, may it be purposely or accidentally. Her innocent sense of humor was evident through her stories from her childhood to her young adult life. She is absolutely a beautiful woman but in her writings she portrays contrasting images of her self as a transvestite, aswang, or kuba, etc. I am convinced that this is her way of showing her creative imagination while still exampling humility. Even her blog’s main title, “Legacy of my Foot Prints,” announces that she has remained grounded.
In her newest post, “The Buzz Interview,” She has created her own fantasy here of becoming a celebrity being interviewed and intrigued somehow by her own blogs. While reading it (and laughing) to my self, I have unconsciously engaged myself in this plain conversation and have related somehow to the characters of the interviewers. This was simple but effective way of her to communicate to her friends commenting on her blogs.
I may or may not personally know this author, I may be her close friend or just a Friendster passer-by who became her fanatic blog reader. I admired her for her boldness in exposing herself to criticism and ridicule. But technically, she’s got talent and she’s fearless to unleash the true artist in her through her writings. Her artistic passion, personal liberty, and self-expression through her blogs reveal that she could empower herself to become any character she wants to be. For example, she has mentioned in the interview that she’s like Booba and Volta in real life. So, is she really? Or did I just get carried away by her imagination?
February 13th, 2008
The author of these blogs uses a contemporary expressionist literary art form through blogging. She attempts to portray the inner workings of her mind by effectively allowing her readers’ mental states to stimulate through her poetic presence in the cyber world, whether she wants to make us fall in love in her poetry or fall from our seat in her comedy. The author used her own comical character through her subordinated representation of her emotional and visionary experiences, and exhibited a profound disillusionment of her self and the world that she is in.
The author has successfully brought me into her own world, may it be purposely or accidentally. Her innocent sense of humor was evident through her stories from her childhood to her young adult life. She is absolutely a beautiful woman but in her writings she portrays contrasting images of her self as a transvestite, aswang, or kuba, etc. I am convinced that this is her way of showing her creative imagination while still exampling humility. Even her blog’s main title, “Legacy of my Foot Prints,” announces that she has remained grounded.
In her newest post, “The Buzz Interview,” She has created her own fantasy here of becoming a celebrity being interviewed and intrigued somehow by her own blogs. While reading it (and laughing) to my self, I have unconsciously engaged myself in this plain conversation and have related somehow to the characters of the interviewers. This was simple but effective way of her to communicate to her friends commenting on her blogs.
I may or may not personally know this author, I may be her close friend or just a Friendster passer-by who became her fanatic blog reader. I admired her for her boldness in exposing herself to criticism and ridicule. But technically, she’s got talent and she’s fearless to unleash the true artist in her through her writings. Her artistic passion, personal liberty, and self-expression through her blogs reveal that she could empower herself to become any character she wants to be. For example, she has mentioned in the interview that she’s like Booba and Volta in real life. So, is she really? Or did I just get carried away by her imagination?
The Buzz Interview
The Buzz Interview
February 12th, 2008
My blogs became an overnight sensation among my friends and some passers by in Friendster. Many were entertained, some have related to my stories, and few were intrigued… So I was invited by Boy Abunda, Christie Fermin and Ruffa Gutierrez who read through it, too, and wanted to interview me about my blogs, peoples’ violent reactions, outrageous comments and messages that I’ve been receiving.
Boy: Czarina, welcome to The Buzz. The reason why we invited you here today in our show is because some of your blog fans have different reactions and comments about your writings. Hilig mo ba talaga itong magsulat?
CZ: I was English Major in college, and I always had the passion to write. I am also gifted with sense of humor. I recently found an opportunity blogging here in Friendster, simply to connect with my friends. At first, I thought it will be a good practice for me. But I didn’t expect at all that I could catch people’s attention.
Christie: Ang daming natatawa at meron ding nabubwisit sa mga blogs mo. Anong masasabi mo dito?
CZ: Ang masasabi ko lang po sa mga natutuwa ay salamat. Sa mga nabu-bwisit ay salamat din. It only means that my blogs are effective and it is stimulating their minds and emotions whether they know me personally or not, or whether they think that my writing is a talent, or whether they think na wala lang akong magawa.
Ruffa: I’m just curious about your promdi blogs. You have highlighted about your being promdi looking, and baduy. I don’t see that at all in your pictures now. You also have received comments from your old friends na parang gandang ganda sila sa’yo ngayon. Bakit parang shocked sila sa bagong hitsura mo ngayon? Pangit ka ba dati?
CZ: Actually isa akong “kuba” dati…. Medyo duling, mahaba ang baba at may bigote! I admit I did some extreme makeover over the years that I lived here in America. Since I can’t afford to pay plastic surgeons, I decided to submit myself to some medical students na kailangang mag-practice ng cosmetic surgery para libre. So yun, successfully, eto na ako ngayon.
Boy: I received a message from one of your blog fan to ask you kung ikaw daw yung na-rape at yung nag-drugs nung college?
CZ: Baka hindi ko blog yung nabasa nya, or baka sya yung naka drugs at hindi naintindihan ang kwento ko.… What I mentioned in my blog was maraming nire-rape noong panahon na nagka-college ako. Wala pong masamang nangyari sa akin noon.
Christie: Anong gusto mo pang ibahagi sa mga readers mo ngayong nakuha mo na ang attention nila? Paano kung may maka-discover sa’yo and may mag offer sa’yo na magsulat sa magazines or newspapers?
CZ: I have a lot of things in mind that I wanted to write about, mostly funny stories based on my own experiences with other people and general views in life hopefully to inspire, na pwede ding haluan ng konting drama and excitement that my readers can relate to. Actually, someone has already offered me a job to write in Tiktik Magazine, but I turned down the offer. Mahirap din kayang mag-imbento ng kwento doon, tsaka maliit lang ang sweldo. Kailangan ko ng malaking kita ngayon lalo na at mahal na ang dog food. Itong si Lily, kumekerengkeng na at gusto ng mag make up at nagpapabili na ng cellphone!
Ruffa: I love your dogs! They are so adorable and sweet! Si Venice and Lorin, for a long time now, they’ve been asking me “Mom, when are you going to get us a puppy?” They are so in love with Lily! Pwedeng akin na lang si Lily?
CZ: Ano ka, hilo? Bumili ka kaya ng sarili mong aso, ‘no?
Boy: Kung isasapilikula ang buhay mo, sino ang gusto mong gumanap ng character mo? At bakit?
CZ: Si Rufa Mae Quinto, or si Ai-ai De Las Alas, kasi may pagka-Booba at Volta po ako in real life.
Christie: Nakakatawa ka! Napaihi tuloy ako sa’yo! Pwede kang maging comedian sa mga comedy bars!
CZ: Nagawa ko na yan dati pa… kaya lang mas maraming sumikat na mga bading na mas sexy kesa sa’kin, kaya nalaos na lang ako…. Kaya nagba-blog na lang ako ngayon.
Ruffa: Thanks again for coming to our show. One last request na lang. Pwedeng akin na lang si Lily? I promise I will feed her the best food, give her the best cell phone and make up…. Sige na, yehey!!!
CZ: Bakit ba ang kulit mo? Sabi ng hindi pwede, eh?
Disclaimer: This is only a fiction. But I run out of English and not able to translate it. Sorry.
February 12th, 2008
My blogs became an overnight sensation among my friends and some passers by in Friendster. Many were entertained, some have related to my stories, and few were intrigued… So I was invited by Boy Abunda, Christie Fermin and Ruffa Gutierrez who read through it, too, and wanted to interview me about my blogs, peoples’ violent reactions, outrageous comments and messages that I’ve been receiving.
Boy: Czarina, welcome to The Buzz. The reason why we invited you here today in our show is because some of your blog fans have different reactions and comments about your writings. Hilig mo ba talaga itong magsulat?
CZ: I was English Major in college, and I always had the passion to write. I am also gifted with sense of humor. I recently found an opportunity blogging here in Friendster, simply to connect with my friends. At first, I thought it will be a good practice for me. But I didn’t expect at all that I could catch people’s attention.
Christie: Ang daming natatawa at meron ding nabubwisit sa mga blogs mo. Anong masasabi mo dito?
CZ: Ang masasabi ko lang po sa mga natutuwa ay salamat. Sa mga nabu-bwisit ay salamat din. It only means that my blogs are effective and it is stimulating their minds and emotions whether they know me personally or not, or whether they think that my writing is a talent, or whether they think na wala lang akong magawa.
Ruffa: I’m just curious about your promdi blogs. You have highlighted about your being promdi looking, and baduy. I don’t see that at all in your pictures now. You also have received comments from your old friends na parang gandang ganda sila sa’yo ngayon. Bakit parang shocked sila sa bagong hitsura mo ngayon? Pangit ka ba dati?
CZ: Actually isa akong “kuba” dati…. Medyo duling, mahaba ang baba at may bigote! I admit I did some extreme makeover over the years that I lived here in America. Since I can’t afford to pay plastic surgeons, I decided to submit myself to some medical students na kailangang mag-practice ng cosmetic surgery para libre. So yun, successfully, eto na ako ngayon.
Boy: I received a message from one of your blog fan to ask you kung ikaw daw yung na-rape at yung nag-drugs nung college?
CZ: Baka hindi ko blog yung nabasa nya, or baka sya yung naka drugs at hindi naintindihan ang kwento ko.… What I mentioned in my blog was maraming nire-rape noong panahon na nagka-college ako. Wala pong masamang nangyari sa akin noon.
Christie: Anong gusto mo pang ibahagi sa mga readers mo ngayong nakuha mo na ang attention nila? Paano kung may maka-discover sa’yo and may mag offer sa’yo na magsulat sa magazines or newspapers?
CZ: I have a lot of things in mind that I wanted to write about, mostly funny stories based on my own experiences with other people and general views in life hopefully to inspire, na pwede ding haluan ng konting drama and excitement that my readers can relate to. Actually, someone has already offered me a job to write in Tiktik Magazine, but I turned down the offer. Mahirap din kayang mag-imbento ng kwento doon, tsaka maliit lang ang sweldo. Kailangan ko ng malaking kita ngayon lalo na at mahal na ang dog food. Itong si Lily, kumekerengkeng na at gusto ng mag make up at nagpapabili na ng cellphone!
Ruffa: I love your dogs! They are so adorable and sweet! Si Venice and Lorin, for a long time now, they’ve been asking me “Mom, when are you going to get us a puppy?” They are so in love with Lily! Pwedeng akin na lang si Lily?
CZ: Ano ka, hilo? Bumili ka kaya ng sarili mong aso, ‘no?
Boy: Kung isasapilikula ang buhay mo, sino ang gusto mong gumanap ng character mo? At bakit?
CZ: Si Rufa Mae Quinto, or si Ai-ai De Las Alas, kasi may pagka-Booba at Volta po ako in real life.
Christie: Nakakatawa ka! Napaihi tuloy ako sa’yo! Pwede kang maging comedian sa mga comedy bars!
CZ: Nagawa ko na yan dati pa… kaya lang mas maraming sumikat na mga bading na mas sexy kesa sa’kin, kaya nalaos na lang ako…. Kaya nagba-blog na lang ako ngayon.
Ruffa: Thanks again for coming to our show. One last request na lang. Pwedeng akin na lang si Lily? I promise I will feed her the best food, give her the best cell phone and make up…. Sige na, yehey!!!
CZ: Bakit ba ang kulit mo? Sabi ng hindi pwede, eh?
Disclaimer: This is only a fiction. But I run out of English and not able to translate it. Sorry.
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