Monday, December 31, 2012

2012 in words and pics


An unexamined life, Socrates says, is not worth living. Hence, it has always been a tradition for newspaper, TV, magazine and other media organizations to run a list of what have been, for reminiscing, reflecting, perhaps wishing sake, that the incoming year will be better than the outgoing. My 2012 has been memorable, groundbreaking, rollercoaster-ish.

My friends, classmates and I savor the last few months of being carefree students last January and February before claiming our togas and graduation rites. Who says it’s easy to juggle things when your plate is full: academics, extracurricular, thesis, and love life for some. 

















After four years, eight semesters, and a number of weekends spent for school projects and assignments, the most rewarding day for senior students has finally come on the last day of March. Wearing our togas and tassels, we stride on the aisle (some, towing their parents) towards the stage to claim our right to enter the “real world.” 



Come summer, April-May, some have taken their time off to travel, try new things, and bum around. But in essence, it’s job-hunting that spelled crucial, excruciating, and exciting at the same time. The two months of supposedly summer break served as a platform for finding our souls, wants, voices, and paths. Some have stayed on their first jobs, many still somber from being a bummer, while others constantly ‘job hop.’ Welcome to the real world, it is!

My real employment (I have been hopping and choosing back then hehe) simultaneously started on the opening of new school year. Reminiscing though I was still in my college days, I faced a tough yet stirring five-month stint last June to November in a publishing company as an Editorial Assistant, which developed, honed, and improved my editing skills, where I learned that every day is two words! I would also never forget the friendship and camaraderie I made with my officemates. 



I’d like to think that the biggest Christmas gift I received so far came last December (3, to be exact) when I got what I’ve always wanted— to be a writer in a national newspaper. And I’m loving it. My current (and hopefully, my last) employment turns my table full circle. I’ve been used to writing fast yet fastidious news reporting that I find it amusing, challenging, and rousing to write soft news. Life is a constant learning indeed, as I am seemingly taking a new course: features writing 101.  

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

put it on #instagram


I know you’re hungry, wait, this will only take five minutes. There, with perfect timing, lighting, and framing our cheap halo-halo meal looks like a five-star hotel best seller.

Tag it with a witty caption and hashtags, #foodtrip #halohalo, save and tweet. Finally we can go eat.

After munching, let’s go sightseeing.

Click click click goes your #android #iphone or #galaxySIII

Again, put a funny tagline and sprinkle it with #nothingtodo #thisislife #lunchatEastwood. Tadah! You have a post worthy of likes and RTs.

 Wait for a minute or so, Instagram followers will eventually like your photos. Like, like, like!
Oh, you can also share it on your #Facebook #Twitter and #whathaveyou accounts.

You’ve become preoccupied with sharing (or subtle showing off?) that you forgot to savor the moment. 

Sunday, December 23, 2012

waddup?


The past days have gone too fast (and furious) that the only way I can update my blog is to load it with pictures of what have been:

Lonely Boy is GG:
I have been an avid fan of Gossip Girl but I was still surprised that GG was Dan Humphrey! I thought it was Doroda.


Paskuhan 2012
Who says that the world would cease to exist last 21st? Hell no! I had an unadulterated fun with my girls: catching up, cam whoring, and eating, and did I just say catching up? Apparently, we haven’t seen one another for the last eight months (at least for some) and we missed one another. Aww. Too bad, we’re incomplete though! 





Work blast:
I am very happy with how my career is going right now because I get to be paid to do what I love. The last two weeks was bent with workload, legwork, voice transcription and what have you, but I’m loving it to pieces. (I was already published twice, to think that I’ve just started. Hihi).

Merry Christmas!
I am wishing people from all over the globe a merry Christmas, although I know some are in pain, suffering, and trials (think of the people in Cagayan Valley and Sandy Hook), we will keep up! To 2013 and beyond! 

(from google)

Monday, December 3, 2012

awkward


She entered the room, dressed to impress, because, hey she was assigned in the Lifestyle department of a prominent newspaper in the country. It was barely nine in the morning, writers, editors and staffers are not yet around.     
Until one photographer, a renowned artist, came to her side, made small talk and shared that they share the same alma mater and were member of the same university publication. It was a gleam of relief, to think that the aspiring writer was timid and unconfident. But the photographer was dressed down in t-shirt, sneakers and in almost tattered jeans. She looked down to herself and felt unwelcomed.
Embarrassed by her superfluous get up, she decided to take off her neon necklaces.
“So that I feel I belong,” she thought to herself.
She was shy, well she has always been. She was insecure, not confident with her writing style and if she can pull off the demands of a journalist on call 24/7. She has weak a body, petite frame that could still pass as a high school student. Hence her mother has always been doubtful if she can make it through the day, more so become a journalist/writer/editor someday. Her emotional sensibilities, in addition, are not stable—she cries more often than a normal person requires and easily takes pity on herself. 
Barely a year after graduation, although she bagged a Latin award, she was not that ready yet, to face the real world. Sometimes, she feels the urge to enroll for her Masteral or another degree just so she could go to school again.  The thoughts of school, assignment, classmates comfort her.
She just sat there, timid, staring, hearing chatters of names she could barely remember.  It felt like forever, but it was just three hours ago after the famous photographer talked to her.
Then there she was, her editor, clad with clothes she bought on the way to the office. She looked smart (she is anyway), stood confident, and possessed vitality—characteristics opposite of the newbie.
Then the unthinkable happened, out of boredom, she stormed inside the room of her editor to ask for some assignment, the nerve to do that! Right there and then, in a snap, her wish was granted in an instant—a hotel coverage that would take place two hours after their meeting.
“This is it!” she thought. 
Sadly, however, her article was not published the next day after.  
“It’s okay,” she said to comfort herself. Of course it was okay but it could have been better if her first assignment was printed. At least, she knew what it feels like to cover a PR story. At least, there were some memories and experiences she learned before the day ended, and it were the words of her very mentor:
Always think outside the box.                                                                                                                                                                                                       Never be shy to ask questions and interview people.                                                                                                                      Make a draft even before the event happened.                                                                                                                                                     Everything will come easy if you know the elements of your story.

She could definitely have done better. She knew that, at least she has her second day (and other days, months and years) to prove herself and hone whatever skill she thought she possessed.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

thanks for the memories

I will be forever grateful for the friendship I've made with these wonderful people:


Thank you for the memories. :*


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I am now off to a new journey. I am sad yet excited for the future. Kudos to those who follow their dream.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

a night to remember





What: Team building/ Glenda's birthday
When: November 9-10
Where: Caliraya, Laguna
Who: Glenda, Mon, Jona, Joyce, Nickky

Saturday, November 17, 2012

*vainglorious bastards

* regardless of Tarantino's movie
The news, “man sues wife for being ‘ugly’,” would be deemed absurd at first, but after much contemplation will delve into the profound meaning and concept of woman’s aesthetics and what urges her to do anything in the name of beauty and vanity. 

The couple who made headlines had a baby, who neither looks like his mother nor his father. The father thought his wife betrayed him but it turned out, his wife had undergone series of surgeries to achieve the face she possesses now:
from yahoo.ph
The wife may have failed to fully disclose her pasts to her husband, who in turn sues her for not being true but we cannot blame the lady for undergoing a major physical overhaul—she only wants to please her lord. 

The surveyed and surveyor
Women’s sense and view of self have been studied and explained centuries back then. Literature in fact, has documented female’s way of thinking and feeling.  

Women have already been deemed as things and weaklings as early as the 14th century, thus they are objectified by the opposite sex. Men look at women. The men survey the women while they are aware that they are being looked and surveyed at. Sequentially, the women deliberately shape their selves according to the men’s fancy.  In turn the men assess a woman’s worth by her superficial attributes and place her ‘meaning’ in the society. This determines not only the relationship of the surveyed and the surveyor but also the relation of a woman to herself—on how she views herself.

Thus, women back then, and until today, have always had mirrors on their beauty loot for vanity’s sake and reaffirmation of their worth. Although seeing a woman ogling her face in front of the mirror often hurts and annoys someone when done a bit too much, people cannot blame a girl if she does it so. She is doing it to please the opposite sex. When her looks is appreciated by the surveyor, she feels confident and important. 

from wikigallery

by giovanni bellinni (from 1st-art-gallery.com)
mieris  
This act of women looking at mirrors to affirm and assess their physical appearance places men as the subject/actor/superior and women as the object/inferior, but never vice versa. Hence, there are few, if none, instances of men being surveyed by the opposite sex. 

 In many texts, a female character’s gaze into the glass is attributed entirely to vanity or the extreme pre-occupation with her physical self. Rather than acknowledging any deeper parts of her subjectivity, the mirror’s sole purpose is to aid a woman in validating her own physical beauty. 2 It is here that Berger is drawing on the psychoanalytic conception of the “gaze”—the state of looking at oneself. It is this “right” to visibility that creates an unequal relationship, for it places the man in the role of the subject and the woman as the object; she loses autonomy as she is always surveyed, yet she herself is never the surveyor. Culturally, the way a woman sees her own self is forged through how she perceives others—particularly men—see her. (Hermes, 2012)
Vanity fair
Modernity however has not changed the way a woman sees herself and the world—it only makes her more vainglorious. Technology and inventions have paved the way for extensive superficiality.

The media and the contemporary society have shaped and dictated how a woman should be portrayed. The Philippine culture, more often than not, weighs and appreciates a woman’s face value more than her substance. Other ethnicities have also their standard of what is beautiful. This unwritten rule thus pushes women to resort to vanity and narcissism.

The issue of women’s vanity boils down to the urge of acceptance and satisfaction of the needs of the opposite sex. I believe that one of the basic roles of a woman (most especially those coming from a conservative orientation) is to give happiness and fulfil the wants and needs of her lover—women in general are genetically and emotionally engineered to play that role.

Let’s face it, we judge someone base on his/her appearance despite knowing that one’s personality is more important than the superficial. Yes, it is much more essential than looks but since one’s appearance is the first thing people notice, some tend to focus on their facial features above anything. 

Will we be easily attracted to someone who is not that pleasing? The answer of course is not. One’s appearance is the first thing we see.

In a society that values one’s face value more than anything, to stay ugly and repellent seems like a mortal sin, considering that the market offers various ranges of beauty products. 

Going back to the couple who made headlines, now who can blame the wife?

(Sa lipunang mapanghusga, tila kasalanan na ang manatiling hindi maganda lalo pa’t malawak at marami ang paraan upang maging kaakit-akit.) But like what is said in Filipino, aanhin mo ang puro kagandahan at panlabas na kaanyuan kung salat naman sa kabutihang asal at katalinuhan (or something like that).

Beyond vanity and self-importance, there are a lot of factors to prove a woman’s worth, establish her identity and strengthen her consciousness—like excelling in whatever field she chooses. But sad to say, most fall into the trap of superficiality. 


Sources:
Reflections in Contemporary Feminist Literature, Theodora Hermes, 2012
Man sues wife for being ugly, yahoo.com.ph


Friday, October 26, 2012

dare to bear




from: Landmark, Jellybean and Divi




Just in case you're interested: I am currently loving the shoulder bare tops. I am planning to buy dresses and tops with large back and side cutouts like the photos below, but I don't know what undergarment to wear! Haha. #firstworldproblem

from itlooksgoodtome.com



Thursday, October 18, 2012

Serious, Men



If time and beauty have been proven relative, why not one’s genius. 

Albert Einstein says that a period in time is not absolute furthermore we often hear that charm is in the eyes of the beholder.  And yes, genius, is another matter that can also be verified relative.

Joseph Manu affirms the theory of relativity in his award-winning debut novel “Serious Men.”
It is a comical and witty satire on India’s caste system and the banality of one’s life while incorporating themes on religion, science, and philosophy. 

The novel anchors on Ayyan Mani’s dream of uplifting his family’s life as dalits, the second to the lowest in the caste system, next to the untouchables. Mani works as a clerk in a Science Research Institute where the Brahmins study the Bing Bang Theory and the Artificial Intelligence. Brahmins are the highest stature in India’s society.  

Mani’s ambitious desire to challenge the triviality of his life and be better than his dalit friends pushed him to package his son Adi as a boy genius. He may be smart but too far to be another Einstein. Considering that Adi is a semi-deaf, his mother taught that he would never make a name in the society because of his defect. Manni never wanted to deceive anybody—he just wanted his housewife to have something to be proud, he wanted Adi to feel good about himself, and he only wanted to have a happy family despite their stature as dalits. 
 
And so starts the witty and comical connivance between Manni and Adi.  To appear a genius, always blurt out seemingly innocent yet profound questions during class discussions, Manni told his son. Thus, Adi would always ask his teacher questions regarding philosophy, mathematics, religion, or whatever Manni has picked up during his work in the science institute like, what is our purpose in life and why is the sky blue. 

Adi’s apparent brilliance landed him a chance to participate in a quiz bee, but the problem arises on his ability to win the contest, or at least answer one question. Manni knew that Adi could not answer any question so he decided to eavesdrop during the finalization of the questions. Too bad, he has only heard three questions.  

During the course of the contest, Manni told Adi to answer out loud and to cut off the emcee in midsentence, so he could appear too eager to respond to the questions (the only three questions he knows) and thus be disqualified and asked to leave the room. He may have not won but his short appearance gained him a page in the newspaper. 

But before anyone can detect their treachery, Manni told his son to stop projecting his ‘genius image.’ 

But imminent circumstances led the father and son to yet again, played the geniuses until the end of the story. (Spoiler) 

Though the book cover may be taken at face-value as something side-splitting, Joseph Manu’s “Serious Men” is indeed a grave storytelling on India’s culture and the banality of life, not only in India but around the world.