Rants of a 90's girl

I can't move on. I swear. Growing up in the 90's is the best thing ever! Of course older people will disagree. But I think the 90's was saktong nothing too primitive, nothing too advanced. We work hard for things we want or need. Homeworks were done through research and are handwritten.

I've seen the rise and death of Gaisano mall. From being the it mall in Iloilo to becoming the most jologs mall when SM arrived. I learned text messaging when I was in Grade 5. My mom had the first SMS-abled Nokia phone. Boy bands, MTV, Apple dapple and Whammos, Zip orange juice (those in pyramid-ish containers), Power Rangers, Captain Planet, Swat Cats, Storck caramel candy, Ovaltinees, TGIS, Flames. ugh. Why do I sound like Senti Sabado? hahahaha

Now it's Google and print outs. They say today's generation is by far the smartest generation. Well, dapat lang diba? I mean, generations have to continuously improve. Like students have to know more than their teachers. But it's not about being the smarter generation. It's which generation makes proper use of the information. Nowadays information is taken for granted simply because it's just there. Only a few willingly search for answers out of curiosity. Kids don't read books (and I mean encyclopedias and atlases, not Twilight), they don't play outside, and they don't write in cursive form! I am appalled at how easy life is for kids today. I'm all for development but it's sad how technology changes everything. So now I'm holding on to as much memories as I can.

I'd like that one day, my kids and nephews and nieces would hang out it my house and check out the stuff from my generation. Like how Pepe Smith is an awesome rockstar, that Ely Buendia headed the biggest, most phenomenal local band evarrr, that Chuvaness.com was a bible of pop culture, and all the other stories that deserve some ooohs, aahhhs and wows from the kids. Because I like seeing old stuff of my mom and her sibs. It's interesting to see their life through the things they own. (And that's why I'm kinda irritated that mom's sib/my 'evil' uncle lost Lolo's camera. And renovated this house. All that is part of Lolo. That's part of a history that we deserve to have.)

Of the things that I want to preserve, music and culture (values) are on top of my list. Somehow I find that we are more respectful, considerate and simple. Kids today are maarte, impatient and they speak too much English. I have nothing against that but I'm also not for neglecting our Mother tongue because I know 5 year old kids who do not understand Filipino! And they bully their yayas and scream and throw a fit when they do not get the littlest of wants. I SWEAR I WANNA PINCH THEM WHEN THEIR PARENTS AREN'T LOOKING. But that's child abuse I guess. hahaha

There. I'm done ranting (for today).

Wasakan na ng wallet- charing!

Ika nga ni Lola Chuvs...MANILA, WE'RE GETTING SPOILED!

The best thing about Manila is that it feeds the shoppingera in me! We've got so much malls, best stocks in town (Bench and Bayo in the provinces suck), and if you looove shopping online, shipping is cheap- anywhere from 50-80 pesos and some shoppers offer free shipping. Isn't that great? I must admit, I spend most of my free time and salary shopping. So yeah I shouldn't wonder where my 'savings' are now. They're either bags or shoes or some expensive piece of makeup. WHUUT?!

As if we don't have enough, here comes Muji marching in to wipe out our salaries this October. Oh God. I am officially dreading the day I step foot into that shop. No, I've never been to Muji. I planned to visit when I was in Singapore last summer but Ana and I never got the chance to go. But I've heard enough stories to convince me I'm gonna love it there. I'm in the process of simplifying my life and although I can say I'm sooo far from achieving that goal, at least I'm starting somewhere a.k.a. my closet.

No, I'm not limiting myself to only 20 pieces of clothing. That's insane. Instead I'm limiting myself to a few colors. I only remember one person noticing and saying it aloud- Cheska. When I attended her birthday party she said 'black again?' In my mind "hey, you noticed!" hahaha Back in college I remember my closet having lotsa whites, pinks, some reds, and lots of blue jeans. Really- anything goes. Now those pinks have been donated to my college org's rummage sale, some of the whites are still with me but my closet is filled with blues, blacks, charcoals and grays. They're just easier to wear and yes, yes, it camouflages flabs which comes handy when I'm out with the girls and at least one of us brings a camera. haha

Back to Muji. It's known for basics- from house basics to wardrobe basics so yes, I'm gonna love it there. I'm still not visiting Forever21. I'd pick Muji over F21 any day. So I'm saving my salary for October and November and definitely drop by Muji before I go home to Iloilo for the holidays.

Oh, I wish my mom could tag along in my shopping escapades. But that won't be long because my (baby) brother is going to college next year. I'm really excited. Like out of this world kind of excited. I prays he makes it to his dream school- whichever that is. :)

Something Fishy

Yesterday I felt like a fish out of the water.

I attended my friend Ana's birthday celebration at Red Box. Originally it was gonna the usual four of us but lots of her friends from her college (Fine Arts) tagged along which brings the grand total of 11 people. I was the only 'new' person. my friend Mau, despite being from Home Economics, is pretty much part of the group because she's always tagged along in their plans. Plus, everyone knows I'm a serious 'karaoke' girl...meaning when there's karaoke, I expect everyone to sing the songs they picked- and not just mumble or worse, listen to the MTV version. So it got a little bit frustrating when songs would play and no one was taking the microphone.

Poor me, BA girl. HAHA They didn't know I was from BA though. There wasn't any chance of introducing my 'history' to everyone. I made an alibi that I had to leave at 10 because I've got work to do early the next day. But later that night, we were all warming up, food kept coming, and somehow I felt a teeny bit more comfortable so I decided to stay.

In general, it was a good night. It was interesting to be the outlier in a group. Besides, I stayed for Ana. She's a good friend so to hell with being a fish out of water, as long as she's happy because I stayed.

Earlier that night, while waiting for 7 pm to proceed to Red Box, I had an urge to get a haircut. I initially wanted to have it at Tony and Guy but I needed to wait for 40 minutes before my turn so I declined. I went to the usual Acqua and was hoping my stylist is absent so I can try Narry who's been much raved about on blogs. BUT NO. When I entered, I immediately saw my stylist and shempre, nahiya na rin ako, and I need a cut so I proceeded for a cut.

The thing i hate about my stylist Terry is that she'd always always try to persuade me to get a hair treatment. Dai, ikaw ba magbabayad nun? Hello. After finishing touches on my cut, she kept commenting 'Dry yung hair mo, ma'am. May static. Mag treatment ka.' I didn't say anything. It was getting into my nerves na talaga. Just do what you have to do with my hair k? After that cut, I paid and gave they shampoo-blowdry girl her tip. I couldn't find Terry so I left immediately. I would have looked for her and give her a tip- just because I always give one. But this time, I didn't feel any guilt not giving her one. I am sooo moving to Tony and Guy. It's a few hundreds more expensive but if it'll be a peaceful session, I'm willing to pay.

Why Bob Ong is the best.

Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka. -Bob Ong

Photo source here.

Nothing

You know those days when you feel blah and you know exactly why but just couldn't say it out loud?

Because saying it out loud contradicts your alter-ego's beliefs and kills the positivity in you. Because the more you say it, the more it'll probably not come around and the longer you'll stay in such blah state.

And there's no one to turn to. Not because you've got no friends but because you know they can't really do anything about it. Some of them have greater problems than what you have. Heck this one is not even a problem.

It's killing you, to sit and wait for something, anything to happen and you see all the good things in others and then you ask yourself... so? And me? Uhhh, hello?