I was hanging out in the Glorietta Activity Center once. They have a stage set up and I noticed these two girls catwalking on the empty stage and posing like models. So I started to chat them up and ask questions. Turns out they are sisters (ages 5 and 6) and both dream of being models. I was so impressed and could hardly believe my ears. I repeated “you want to be models?” and they both nodded with such earnest conviction. I was impressed and kind of jealous. Wow..kids these days! Their dreams are so glamorous! When I was their age, I wanted to be a street sweeper. It’s a story that my mom likes to share and we laugh about from time to time. Haha. Imagine if I actually followed my dream….the horror. But I digress.
Naturally, they were all too eager to pose for the camera! I really wanted to take a video because the walks/poses/expressions they were doing would have been worthy of New York Fashion Week. However, I didn’t want to be that creepy person that takes a video of someone else’s children. But here they are, in all their glory. TOO ADORABLE.
Goodluck to you girls! I look forward to seeing you on the runways in Milan someday!
Update – Sept 13, 2011
Now, things are getting interesting. Guy is telling me someone(his staff) impersonated him and chat with me. I don’t know what to believe anymore. It could be him, it could be the impersonator. Regardless of who it was, I kept telling him that he should take responsibility for the actions of his people and be extremely careful, especially if they are actions performed using his name, especially on an internet medium like Facebook. (Shouldn’t an internet guru know this?) More importantly, it is not my job to discern who did what! As far as I’m concerned, someone named “Guy” chat with me and insulted me. To me, all I see are the screenshots and chat history and they are pretty clear. They are under one name. To me and the rest of the world, he & his staff are one and the same.
I want to believe it’s not him. I really do. It’s funny cuz Guy now has blocked me on Facebook. As if I’m the one that did something wrong? This situation makes no sense. I get insulted then I’m the one that gets blocked. It’s almost comical. Is blocking me an admission of guilt? Or perhaps he feels as though he is the victim in this situation. Weird. I don’t care to know anymore. My conscience is clear and I’m happy with that.
Thank you so much to those who showed (and continue to show) their support and shared with me their insight in this real strange circumstance. I know we are all waiting for updates but I don’t think there will be any. This issue is hopefully closed and both he and I will move forward with our lives and having learned from this situation, onto bigger and better things.
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Originally Published: September 3, 2011 @ 00:49
I’m really into digital media and when I have the chance, I attend talks on e-commerce. One time I went to an event hosted by Entrepreneur Magazine for online businesses and there was a speaker there. So this guy, he speaks on how he started making money on the web. I don’t remember exactly all of it but the gist is that he started out with nothing, couldn’t even provide for his wife and kid and now makes thousands of dollars on ads, e-books and “how to get rich off the web” advice. Self-made, self-proclaimed internet guru. He seemed cool, we talked briefly and due to the wonders of Facebook and Twitter, we are connected.
So ensues this really strange Facebook Chat. It must be said that we have never previously chat on FB. This is how it begins:
[Guy] That’s your boyfriend on your profile pic?
[Me] hey Guy! nope, my brother
[Guy] hey, Nice to see you here
[Guy] ah brother… good. 😉
[Me] haha bakit good?
[Guy] ah wala haha
So then we get around to talking about my love life. And he asks me if I’ve ever had a boyfriend. I say yes but now, my priorities lie in other things. Then.. this is the part:
[Guy] that’s good
[Guy] I thought you are just naive or worse frigid
[Guy] oops
Momentarily, I am confused. I don’t know whether I am being insulted. I’ve met this guy ONCE. I’ve spoken a total of about 50 words to him. Where is this coming from? What does this even mean? Why is he passing judgment on someone he doesn’t even know? I quickly consult some friends(male and female) and they confirm that it is foul. I did not want to engage in battle but I had to say something:
[Me] buti nalang i don’t care what you think 🙂
[Guy] haha sorry naman po
[Guy] hey, won’t bug you now, I know you’re busy
[Me] yeah i am. i don’t really have time for people who insult me when they barely even know me.
Then he starts to apologize. Which I appreciate. But I give him a piece of my mind anyway because I thought it was really below the belt.
[Guy] hey hey no!!!
not meant to insult, really sorry
please…
bad bad bad sorry
[Me] calling someone naive and frigid is kind of bizarre and below the belt for someone you don’t know.
[Guy] yeah, was tactless sorry
sincerely sorry
[Me] if i said you looked like a promiscuous manwhore, i don’t know how you’d take it.
[Guy] if you’ll forgive me if you call me that, I’ll accept it
[Me] no, waste of my time to stoop to your level.
Then it occurs to me that he has a family! So now, I’m curious. Because what the hell did he intend to achieve by saying this to me? It makes it even more disrespectful especially cuz he has a wife and kids. Who cares if there’s some random girl who might be promiscuous or frigid? What difference does it make in his life?
[Me] what does it matter to you if i’m frigid or naive anyway, don’t you have a wife and kids?
[Guy] 🙁
[Guy] really, sincerely sorry…
[Me] why are you passing judgment on people you barely know? it doesn’t make a difference in your life so..what’s the point?
[Guy] again… sorry. My fault.
[Guy] didn’t mean to say it seriously
[Guy] should be a joke but yeah depends on someone you throw that to… sorry really.
[Me] it doesn’t depend on the person. it’s really inappropriate. if someone said that to your wife or your mom or your grandmother. i think they’d find it disrespectful.
Then he logs off. Probably couldn’t take my tirade anymore. It’s okay. I got to say my piece and he apologized profusely. So, I’ll accept that apology. However, I still don’t think that in any situation that would have been a nice thing to say.
I’m always in Galleria. Always. I know that mall like the back of my hand so I couldn’t help but notice this new Milk Tea place called SIP. The milk tea trend is in full swing with lots of different places sprouting up and I’m always quick to try them because I love Milk Tea! <3
I was on my way to a different Milk Tea place when I walked by SIP. It’s this crazy adorable bee. I had to stop and pay attention. I was no match for its cuteness. As stupid as that sounds, it was the reason I decided to try it. Haha. Their marketing works on me, obviously.
The chairs are nice, they rock. Literally.
Their menu is simple and dubbed “Ultra premium milk teas.” They also have things to nibble on which is nice.
When I first saw this sign, I read it as “How to Supsup” – I guess I’ve been paying too much attention to Ms. Universe. (on that note, Shamcey Supsup is #4! Woohoo!)
Here’s all their sinkers. They have flavored popping sago. Must try for next time!
Here they are, shaking it, not stirring it. That’s how tea should be done! I was impressed by how long they shook my drink. The shaking makes a difference in taste, seriously.
Finally our teas! It was good! I was happy. I’m excited to try their flavored teas for next time. Okay, it was a little sweet, even at 50%. I think the syrup of the sinkers adds to the sweetness so I will opt for less sugar in the future. I will be seeing this Bee again. I hope they have loyalty cards soon.
SIP Milk tea
Robinson’s Galleria (Ground Level, Across Bench Fix Salon/LS Pascual Optical)
www.idloveasip.com
www.facebook.com/sipmilktea
I was at the Louis Vuitton Store the other day in Greenbelt. I have to say that LV does have some pretty nice bags. This one in particular caught my eye:
Gorgeous bluish gray color. The price at Greenbelt, around Php90,000, if I’m not mistaken.
Must start saving!
On Academic Failure
So in high school, I was never the nerd. I was always that person who skated in the middle. A few times, I was in serious danger of failing.. Always had trouble with math and science. Those subjects hated me, they still do. No matter how hard I worked, how long I stayed after class (on make-up review sessions) how long I stayed up, I could never get an A. I don’t know. So, no matter how much studying I would do, I wouldn’t do well. For some reason, time studying and test scores were indirectly proportional. It was quite frustrating. I developed an inferiority complex. I never saw myself as smart or anything special.
My freshman year of high school, I had a science teacher named Ms. Comprendio. She was terrible to me and bullied me endlessly. I was scared and traumatized. I used to sit in the very corner of the classroom and had difficulty seeing the board. Often, I would ask my seatmate what was written on the far corner of the blackboard. One time, Ms. Comprendio stopped lecturing to tell my seatmate “Jillian, don’t talk to Julienne because we all know she’s not very smart and needs to listen in class.” It was bad, I felt so small. I didn’t even have it in me to cry. That’s how bad I felt. Thankfully, after graduation, I never saw her again. I don’t know how I’d feel if I saw her today.
College, I found, was more laid back. I went to a well-known University in the USA. The material and the classes were a lot more challenging but the environment was nurturing. They relied on discussion, exchange of ideas. Professors were welcoming of students and questions. They didn’t mind if you challenged(respectfully) their material. Still, I was deathly afraid of failing. I didn’t want it to be high school all over again. So, I applied my high school routine to my college classes. I did all my homework, studied really hard, befriended my teachers, paid attention in class, took insane amounts of notes. To my surprise, I started getting A’s. Seriously. I got A’s in everything, math, accounting, statistics, you name it, I did good. (The only class I did horribly in was a class on the analysis of the 4 Gospels. Clearly theology is not my strong suit, woops.) But seriously though, I did well in college, I was on the dean’s list and graduated in the top 20% of my class. It was only there that I realized that I may not be stupid at all. I actually started to enjoy school and enjoy learning.
(Ms. Comprendio, wherever you are now.. IN. YOUR. FACE.)
But I digress..
Now, I’m in graduate school, in a local university. It’s high school over again. I’m failing all my subjects. Math, Accounting, possibly even Statistics. Accounting! Which I’ve taken no less than like 6 times! I’m failing now. Previously, wherein my professors, who were members of the FASB actually marked me high. And here, where we’re studying FASB concepts, I’m failing. Ridiculous. I can’t even rationalize my thoughts, I’m so mad. We took a midterm last week, there were only 2 problems, 45 points each. I managed to get a 35/100. How is this possible? I stared at my paper, I KNOW I was correct. I approached the Person who is supposed to be teaching the class. Person said all my values were correct but my formatting is wrong. As a result Person only gave me a 12/45. With all due respect, did you just hear what you said, Person? You said that my answers, my values were correct. AS in.. I could not have gotten those values without a clear understanding of the concepts however, since you did not like the way that my income statement was formatted, you marked me a 12/45? This makes no sense. You make no sense. This Person couldn’t even tell me why my answer was wrong. I’m starting to think that Person just got too lazy to check it, similar to the way that Person’s too lazy to teach the class. Is it Filipino teachers that are irrational? How is it that I can thoroughly understand the concepts, teach such concepts to my peers and yet still fail the test?
This is terrible. It’s so frustrating. Unlike high school, it’s 10 times worse because I KNOW I’m smart and I can’t believe this local university is telling me otherwise. I can’t believe I’m paying money for this. Sad face.