Summer can be a lot of different things to a lot of different people.
Summer would mean no work and all play for students on vacation.
Summer would mean beach and margarita for girlfriends out for a sand party.
Summer would mean barbecues and grills plus booze for dads and hot mallows for boys.
But for me? I'm not really sure..
I haven't been a student for years.
I haven't been out with my girlfriends in a while since all have been busy.
I'm obviously not a dad, or a boy (although sometimes I may look like one!)
But Summer, still is special.
Summer gives me a reason to wear tank tops and miniskirts and backpacks and cute slippers.
Summer rekindles my love affair with iced everything (tea, coffee,juice,granita,wine, pool)
Summer rekindles my love-hate affair with the sun too.:)
I love knowing it's there, but I don't necessarily wanna see it face to face. :)
One thing's for sure. Summer is so here. Hope it stays a while.
Signing out for the day. Sending Sunblock to all ! :)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Getting Polaroids in Life
Have you taken enough good photos in your life? When I say good, I don't mean the kind where your acne's not showing or your wrinkles are softened by good lighting. When I say good photos, I mean good memories. Or... what is more important, really?
I should confess, the photos I show off are those where I look good. Presentable, at least. Where the Christmas weight is not all too visible and that oil splatter from the kitchen is well hidden by the dark cotton shirt.
But the photos I carry? The photos I keep are those moments I had with friends I love. Those photos in my head which I pray I wouldn't forget. Which wouldn't get lost in the daily grind. (and so that's why I fear Alzheimers, but that's a different blog entry altogether :) )
Sometimes we get too lost trying to take good digital photos that we forget to be IN the photos, the moment we realize this, the moment is gone. We were there, but were we, really?
In a time where facebook, twitter, plurk and youtube reign, where still and digital images are shared by the millisecond, photographs take center-stage. But really, what are the photographs you keep?
If you love taking photos, and you're fond of cameras, here are some stuff you would surely enjoy: Polaroid ideal for your youtube creations, dainty Ixus for your inner diva, and a supercalifragilistic one of course Canon EOS .
Meanwhile, since my Sony point and shoot memory card is still full of my poses, envision me with my two index fingers on either side of my head going *click* ~ Happy memory now uploading.
I should confess, the photos I show off are those where I look good. Presentable, at least. Where the Christmas weight is not all too visible and that oil splatter from the kitchen is well hidden by the dark cotton shirt.
But the photos I carry? The photos I keep are those moments I had with friends I love. Those photos in my head which I pray I wouldn't forget. Which wouldn't get lost in the daily grind. (and so that's why I fear Alzheimers, but that's a different blog entry altogether :) )
Sometimes we get too lost trying to take good digital photos that we forget to be IN the photos, the moment we realize this, the moment is gone. We were there, but were we, really?
In a time where facebook, twitter, plurk and youtube reign, where still and digital images are shared by the millisecond, photographs take center-stage. But really, what are the photographs you keep?
If you love taking photos, and you're fond of cameras, here are some stuff you would surely enjoy: Polaroid ideal for your youtube creations, dainty Ixus for your inner diva, and a supercalifragilistic one of course Canon EOS .
Meanwhile, since my Sony point and shoot memory card is still full of my poses, envision me with my two index fingers on either side of my head going *click* ~ Happy memory now uploading.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
to WI or not to FI, that is the question
Or in the same breath, what's the price we have to pay to be connected?
As I was browsing through really cool cellphones through the Gadget Super Sale, I just got to thinking why the past 2 years, people have been on the rush to get connected -- to friends and family (which may be understandable), to friends of friends (which may be quite creepy) and to total strangers even. (do I need to expound?)
The '70s resonated with "Freedom" through Beatles songs and hippies. The '80s had The Wonder Years' Independence theme. The '90s boasted of Apathy by the GenXers. Now we are in the midst of the 2k era, and we're back to Reconnecting. Oprah wants us to reconnect to our Past, Suze Ormond wants us to reconnect to our Savings Account, Dr. Oz wants us to reconnect with our Body, Deepak Chopra wants us to reconnect with the Universe.
And yes of course, Nokia wants us to connect to the Wifi Hotspots.
But in the midst of all these applications in Facebook, and the funny/mind-boggling/downright nauseating tweets in Twitter, are we focusing too much on eSocializing and turning our backs on the very people we should be interacting with (face-to-face)?
I don't know... As usual, I don't know what is my point. One thing I'm sure of is this: Virtual Bear Hugs can never replace real ones. But through the rush hour traffic, and the miles and miles of cityspace between families and friends, Virtual Hugs are quite good enough.
Sending you hugs...
As I was browsing through really cool cellphones through the Gadget Super Sale, I just got to thinking why the past 2 years, people have been on the rush to get connected -- to friends and family (which may be understandable), to friends of friends (which may be quite creepy) and to total strangers even. (do I need to expound?)
The '70s resonated with "Freedom" through Beatles songs and hippies. The '80s had The Wonder Years' Independence theme. The '90s boasted of Apathy by the GenXers. Now we are in the midst of the 2k era, and we're back to Reconnecting. Oprah wants us to reconnect to our Past, Suze Ormond wants us to reconnect to our Savings Account, Dr. Oz wants us to reconnect with our Body, Deepak Chopra wants us to reconnect with the Universe.
And yes of course, Nokia wants us to connect to the Wifi Hotspots.
But in the midst of all these applications in Facebook, and the funny/mind-boggling/downright nauseating tweets in Twitter, are we focusing too much on eSocializing and turning our backs on the very people we should be interacting with (face-to-face)?
I don't know... As usual, I don't know what is my point. One thing I'm sure of is this: Virtual Bear Hugs can never replace real ones. But through the rush hour traffic, and the miles and miles of cityspace between families and friends, Virtual Hugs are quite good enough.
Sending you hugs...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
In Search of a Water-Proofed Life
How many times have you ran off under roofs when it starts to drizzle?
Remember why? The hair might get limp, the shirt might smell weird, the pants might shrink, the mascara might run..
Now remember back farther down memory lane to your gradeschool days when you can't wait for summer rain (and the occasional hale), so you can play tag under the sheeting rain... Oh you had fun, with your limp hair, your weird-smelling shirt, your pre-shrunk jeans, no mascara. Fun. You couldn't get enough. :)
What happened between then and now? Job, college, the nice smelling stranger you don't even know, that Shampoo Commercial voice at the back of your head. Your barkada's jeer "baka dumami ka!" isn't helping either. Adult Happened. You are now a Grown-Up (say "yay, me!") . You are above the frivolities of childhood.
Or are you?
You know what? It's okay to walk under the rain sometime. It might do you better than the spa
You can always re-apply mousse on your hair, you can always change shirts, wear baggier pants, revlon has inexpensive waterproofed mascara. And don't worry, you're not a gremlin. :)
You don't have to waterproof yourself all the time. Although you may have to protect your gadgets :
water-proof bag , water-proof neck wallet , water-proof armband case
Now do the rain dance.:)
Remember why? The hair might get limp, the shirt might smell weird, the pants might shrink, the mascara might run..
Now remember back farther down memory lane to your gradeschool days when you can't wait for summer rain (and the occasional hale), so you can play tag under the sheeting rain... Oh you had fun, with your limp hair, your weird-smelling shirt, your pre-shrunk jeans, no mascara. Fun. You couldn't get enough. :)
What happened between then and now? Job, college, the nice smelling stranger you don't even know, that Shampoo Commercial voice at the back of your head. Your barkada's jeer "baka dumami ka!" isn't helping either. Adult Happened. You are now a Grown-Up (say "yay, me!") . You are above the frivolities of childhood.
Or are you?
You know what? It's okay to walk under the rain sometime. It might do you better than the spa
You can always re-apply mousse on your hair, you can always change shirts, wear baggier pants, revlon has inexpensive waterproofed mascara. And don't worry, you're not a gremlin. :)
You don't have to waterproof yourself all the time. Although you may have to protect your gadgets :
water-proof bag , water-proof neck wallet , water-proof armband case
Now do the rain dance.:)
Monday, February 22, 2010
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Minute I heard this song, I so wanted to play my guitar again. Oh didn't I say I have one? Coz I did, but it got lost.. (And now I think I want one just like this guitar)
I look at the trouble and see that it's raging, while my guitar gently weeps.
As I'm sitting here, doing nothing but aging, still, my guitar gently weeps.
I look from the wings at the play you are staging, while my guitar gently weeps.
As I'm sitting here, doing nothing but aging, still, my guitar gently weeps.
This was written by George Harrison of the Beatles, and was among the Rolling Stones' 500 Songs of All Time. If you haven't heard it yet (too busy, too young or too preoccupied maybe...), I hope you give it a chance.
You just might get inspired to learn playing guitar... or start playing again. :) There'd be two of us.
VCD format Guitar for Beginners
This might just be the guitar meant for only you :)
Happy Singing :)
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Love in the Time of FB
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
~Love in the Time of Cholera
Facebook may not have the physical maladies of the disease, but the emotional rollercoaster you get from FB's TMI (too much information) might just be more devastating for the modern woman (or man.) But of course it would be a disservice to Cholera to compare facebook to its 18th century drama.
I'm not sure if I have a point. But if ever I have one, it is this: Love is timeless. So is love lost. So are broken hearts.
Those inlove are often too giddy to read books. But if you're not among the giddy ones, here are some good reads for you and your kleenex :) For dads and daughters , for women , if you wanna live life like an adventure: Listen to this book
~Love in the Time of Cholera
Facebook may not have the physical maladies of the disease, but the emotional rollercoaster you get from FB's TMI (too much information) might just be more devastating for the modern woman (or man.) But of course it would be a disservice to Cholera to compare facebook to its 18th century drama.
I'm not sure if I have a point. But if ever I have one, it is this: Love is timeless. So is love lost. So are broken hearts.
Those inlove are often too giddy to read books. But if you're not among the giddy ones, here are some good reads for you and your kleenex :) For dads and daughters , for women , if you wanna live life like an adventure: Listen to this book
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Mickey Mouse Laptop and My 32 y.o. self
While browsing the site, this netbook caught my eye: Mickey Red Lenovo
My concern is, I'm not that young (although I look 25. Ha..Ha..), and a Mickey Mouse Laptop might look too juvenile and cute for me (although I, too, look cute. Doube Ha.ha)
It has an Intel Atom N80 Processor, a good enough Graphics Card (for a netbook atleast), a 1 GB Memory. And more importantly (the Ladies would agree, because they'll know where I'm coming from) ~ it's called an Idea Pad. ~ just might provide me with great ideas (not necessarily productive ones, mind you). :)
Best of all, it's available in my favorite color. And the Mickey Mouse Design is artsy and cute (and without the irritating Mickey Mouse voice. :)
If you too, are looking for some models: Street Black Inspiron, Purple Dell
Or if you just want a digital photo frame
I'm hopeful overall :)
My concern is, I'm not that young (although I look 25. Ha..Ha..), and a Mickey Mouse Laptop might look too juvenile and cute for me (although I, too, look cute. Doube Ha.ha)
It has an Intel Atom N80 Processor, a good enough Graphics Card (for a netbook atleast), a 1 GB Memory. And more importantly (the Ladies would agree, because they'll know where I'm coming from) ~ it's called an Idea Pad. ~ just might provide me with great ideas (not necessarily productive ones, mind you). :)
Best of all, it's available in my favorite color. And the Mickey Mouse Design is artsy and cute (and without the irritating Mickey Mouse voice. :)
If you too, are looking for some models: Street Black Inspiron, Purple Dell
Or if you just want a digital photo frame
I'm hopeful overall :)
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