Sunday, October 9, 2011

BluPrint Volume 5 2011

The latest BluPrint. Taal Basilica, the largest Catholic church in Southeast Asia. Fine Italian furniture. Art pages. And more. BEST WORK OF MY LIFE! GRAB A COPY NOW!

Sorry for not writing lately. I don't even know who my readers are. I've just been really obsessed with The Sims Social, as is obvious to my Facebook friends who check out my Wall sometimes, which is always full of The Sims Social game requests and such.

Do I really have 4,500 hits? I hardly even write anything. If I exert some form of influence over you dear readers, I would warn you about a certain church in Timog Avenue, Q.C. (I had been a former member years ago). They exercise the medieval process of excommunication, and make public announcements of members' sins- like, if it's incest and stuff. They will tell the whole congregation. I KNOW RIGHT? ISN'T IT JUST RIDICULOUS? I saw and heard everything with my own eyes and ears; this is true. No offense to members of that church who might be reading this; but I really do think you are into something ridiculous. And I know you don't even mind being thought of that way.

Anyway, this is a warning to all; you might get an invitation from that church sometime. BEWARE.


Monday, September 5, 2011

CondoLiving September 2011 is OUT!

I really, truly, mean it - this is the best work of my life so far. Why? Because I was able to fully realize the character of the magazine through my design for it. Just like how condo-dwellers want their their condo beautiful, orderly, uncluttered and definitive in its personality, I am able to do the same for this magazine! Buy it, peruse it and you'll get EXACTLY what I mean. :)

Monday, August 22, 2011


How the hell did I get 3,000+ views? Is this a bug or something? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?

Kidding, I'm not negative about it at all. Of course I'm happy. Thanks for reading! Buy my magazines BluPrint and Condo Living! That's really what I promote here.

Addiction mode

I am SO ADDICTED to The Sims Social on Facebook. It's like, the reason why I get annoyed every time I have freelance work for my Uncle Happy after my regular work, and I have to sleep at Green Meadows because it's to scary to commute to Antipolo when it's late at night already - I would have no laptop in order to play my beloved game! (Of course, not that it's not generally delightful to sleep at Meadows, what stupid person doesn't like the food and the cable TV and the soft quilts?)

The reason why I like The Sims so much is the contrast between MENIAL TASKS and actually playing GOD in the game- you control the every-day life of the Sim.

saved post from old blog

I'm about to delete my old blog of around 3-4 years ago, and this is one of my favorite posts from it. I don't care about the others; I don't think I'll want to read my past rantings regarding Christianity or whatever, I am so over that. I'll just copy paste this here. It's about my old friend who is the reason me and my boyfriend met again after a decade (we were grade school friends).


How does one become a mess?

I have a longtime friend who was a longtime classmate who was an outcast for as long as I can remember. If he really chooses to be one, or if he simply has no appeal on others, or if this damage is irreparable, nobody can figure out anymore.

I think it all started from his broken back, or neck, or whatever. It gave way to this:

  • a mother who was constantly by his side during grade school, while the rest of us independently moved about on our own, and
  • a white orthopedic brace that had been set around his trunk for about the same period, creating The Image of him, now permanently tattooed on everyone’s school memories.

Hence he had been isolated from the rest of mankind.

Regretfully, I had bullied him as well. I remember sticking a pencil unto his ass. I still remember that ass. It jiggled under the thin blue fabric of his P.E. pants whenever he walked. I’m sure everyone noticed that as well, and laughed behind his back.
(In spite of that, I still became his friend. He’s kind.)
I don’t know. Even if he had seemed to gradually normalize as the years passed, the process never seemed to carry on to fruition. There was always STILL something wrong with him. He had this disgusting green gunk nesting on the corners of his glasses. He constantly carried a gigantic waterjug partnered with a gigantic non-folding umbrella topped with a gigantic white towel shoved under his shirt, on his back. NOBODY else in high school looked like that.
And we still witnessed how the ass jiggled even until the end of high school. Nobody was a friend enough to tell him how unflattering that pair of jogging pants looked.

Though, he was way smarter than anyone. Everyone knew that. I don’t think he even needed to copy a single assignment or answer on a quiz or whatsoever. Copying from him became a common practice during that time. The cheaters became his co-honor students. He was kind, and consistently acquiesced. There was a time when he was the only one who completely figured out how to construct that Herculean handcrafted transistor radio, a project in Home Economics class. I can still remember this image of him, sitting on a hallway, soldering beside a pile that consisted of everyone’s unfinished radios, his heart broken over a girl he liked who was already with someone else.

He graduated from Ateneo de Manila, one of the universities that are hardest to get into and get out of, and could explain in detail, how Photoshop takes into consideration the surrounding pixels and calculates changes to an artwork every time you use the Liquify Filter tool.
It’s not his fault and I don’t know how he became a mess. After two or three nervous breakdowns, and three years of bumming around at home, he is now a depressed fella who thinks, every now and then, about slashing his wrists. Even if it seems his back is completely fine now.

He got mad at me recently.
He was sort of the reason I met my boyfriend (who is also his longtime friend and former classmate). He set us up for a friendly meeting a little over a year ago. Two weeks after, we fell in love, and visited him only once or twice a year.
It’s not that we are jerks. We can’t be around him without each of us feeling uncomfortable. He IS a very lonely person, and him seeing us together just reminds him just how lonely he is. He said so. Until now we are utterly clueless, what to do about the situation. It’s like we are destined to continue being jerks to him, whether we visit him or not.
I always tell him online, that he should change. That he really doesn’t have a problem. He tells me, he decidedly, unwaveringly, believes he has one.

He just really should forget about the past. Is it possible for him to imagine how his life would have been like if he hadn’t broken his back? And how it would be like now?

Monday, August 1, 2011

Sense and Sensuality- buy now!

August BluPrint out in the stands now. Best work of my life so far.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


I've been crazy about Korean revenge thriller TV series City Hunter recently, and that is what I believe to be the reason behind my purchase of soju in Ministop today, after I've spotted the shiny green bottle and given a gasp of wonder. Who would ever think it's sold there? There was only one bottle left. Fancy that, I could pretend I'm having a drink in a pojangmacha with Lee Min Ho! :P

Once I arrived home (that is about 30 minutes ago) I shoved the bottle straight in the freezer to make it ice cold. Wonder how it tastes like. I need to sedate myself right now, after a long day at work and a meeting with my real estate agent. I have a shoot for a big client tomorrow, and it starts early in the morning. How convenient, this soju.

New FB game I'm playing: MyShops.