Welcome to my home

I didn't get to meet her dog in either video?! :(

Please take notes, as there will be a quiz in a subsequent blog post. There are many important tips to take note of in these.

Touch My Heart

So, I totally lifted this video from www.dlisted.com, but I just couldn't help but to repost it. I was tempted to post this to Tine's facebook page, but as the video progressed, I realized that it is a little too much to be attached to my name for the world to see!! Haha - so I'll post it on here instead.

Can you believe this is for real?! BUT... I actually do really like the song - Tine can you download? =D

Hi its me again

They just said in the news that a person has died from drinking too much water because the body runs out of sodium and potasium. I have my office mate Christine having some problem also with water. She is not allow to drink more than two glasses a day for the same reason.That's all my son. Take care son. I love you, Mom.


A day in the life of my e-mails/conversations with my mom.

Psyche in Seclusion

My psyche has been in seclusion lately. My apologies for that. So much that can be updated and said, but we'll keep it simple, short and sassy and go with a random little thing of cuteness that brightened my day today.

Walking in to go wine tasting with a friend, we hear a cat meowing but we don't see him/her. I start to meow back but since we don't see anything, we then just go in and proceed to get totally wasted at the wine tasting. On our way out, we hear the meowing again and I look up to see the cute cat in his/her full glory. It was sitting on the balcony of an apartment complex and I just thought, wow, I guess they don't have a fear that the cat won't just run away. I talked to the cat and he/she meowed back to me. The cute little cat was a highlight of my day and it was nice to see that he/she knew where his/her home was. She was nice. I miss him.

Aimez-vous mon fotografias? Ils sont de Portland. Je suis la jeune fille! love, muzzy

¿A Sign of the Times?

I had a fun late night out with my cousins yesterday. Mucho borrachandoing, i.e. drinking and great conversation on comparing lifestyles, thought processes, life situations, etc. It was a great exercise for my psyche and helped me have perspective of things, so that my psyche can be the best that it can be. So maybe that helps to explain my strange dream. The funniest part though, I thought, and what I wanted to offer up here for social commentary, was that I dreamt that I was going to pay for my gas or something and then all of a sudden I was surprised with the news that I won some contest for a free tank of gas! And I was very excited. Haha! Well, I guess it´s worth being excited about, seeing as how I don´t really win stuff often and a tank of gas is worth about $80 for me. Honestly, even I love getting into my psyche to see the intricacies and subtelties of its functioning. It´s like a Nobel Prize Winner for Literature in there sometimes.

In other news:

Sorry the picture sucks, but it seems to be the best I can do at the moment. Welcome to the new Milka bar (well new to me anyway) that is the Choco Swing model. It is very delicious. My first taste or two of it was definitely a Don´t Get Me Started moment. My Tia Carmen had said that she had only seen it at the supermarket by the beach house so while I was there, as a compromise to the caloric intake they would entail, I ran to the supermarket from the house to buy some more to take back to the city, so that Tine wouldn´t have to wait until we go to the beach to try it in case I couldn´t find it in the city. And seeing as how I was at the beach and it was hot and I had to run back like 4 km to the house, it motivated me to run faster so that they wouldn´t melt in the sun! Haha. And then we had to find the especially designed El Corte Ingles shopping bag to transport goods that need refridgeration so that they wouldn´t melt on the three hour drive back to the city. All so that Tine could be guaranteed a taste of them immediately after her arrival. Isn´t that sweet of me?! Tine - there are four bars of it waiting for you in the refridgerator... UPDATE: Make that three bars waiting for you in the refridgerator. Oopsies!! KEKEKE!! *does a twirly dance* haha!

You know you are only part Spanish when...

You know you are only part Spanish when... the ´tan´you were so proud of cultivating during your four days spent at the beach (see previous entry) is still a paste-y shade of white or a bright red when you go out with your cousins back in the city. Not only do you know you are only part Spanish when this happens, but you wonder how the heck you are part Filipino with family members who are darker than night (see previous Pete entry and www.tinelovesyou.blogspot.com).

You know you are Spanish when...

You know you are Spanish when... you get to your family´s beach house and the highest SPF sunscreen they have is SPF 8 (with most of them being 2´s and 4´s) and then when watching the news before a day of sunbathing, they are doing a spot on sunbathing and interviewing people on what they do for sunbathing and one young girl they interview says that she puts on olive oil with perfume on her body, the bottle of which she then holds up for the camera as proof and then (to the best of your Spanish-speaking/understanding abilities) the news piece just has a brief statement to the effect of sun exposure being linked to cancer.

P.S. Tine - you might want to bring your own sunscreen.

This is just adios, it's not good-bye

That is a quote from the beautiful song, Spanish Eyes (I think that's what its called), as performed by Julio Iglesias and... I dunno, Kenny Loggins? Chakha Khan? I can't make out the voice, but its a very unique one. I was listening to my Julio Iglesias mix CD to get ready for my trip. Most of you faithful readers should know by now that I am off for a luxurious vacay to Espagne y Francia. <-- This is a subtle word tease for you language buffs, because I wrote "Spain" in French and "France" in Spanish. Do you love it? It's all about the little details.

Anyway, this post will have to be limited to text, because I am using the computer at the airport lounge-sies and I don't think I can save images to this compie. Well, at present time I am waiting at JFK for my flight to... Barcelonsies! And I'm trying to think of some witty story I can post on here, but the pressure is killing me!! You'll have to forgive me for this turning into a boring recount of daily events, but rest-assured, I do have some posts in the works that will be more worthy for the glances of your beautiful Spanish eyes.

Ok, first of all, I forgot my camera, which is sad. BUT, luckily, the exotic Filipina woman whose friendship with me dates back to the days that she still didn't know how to tie her shoes (I would tie them for her sometimes - I think?!), will be joining me in Espagne in a week so that kind biatch is going to stop by my mom's house to pick it up before she comes.

Secondly, after a fun night of partying to celebrate burthday's, bar exam terminations, and bon voyages, I had yet to pack for my 8 a.m. flight when my mother, thankfully, came into my room at 5 a.m. to ask me if I had packed yet, to which I slowly thought in my alcohol'ed fuzzy head... oh crap. So, luckily, I was able to pack, shower, and make myself vomit within an hours time. What an accomplishment?! Especially if you know me and you know how much I hate packing. Maybe I should do that more often and just pack in a frenzy so I wouldn't sit there planning outfits and stressing out.

Thirdly, some annoying girl was on her celly talking for literally at least 4 minutes about how she saw a celebrity at the airport. She said how now her life feels complete and how she knew all the people around her (i.e. me and some uglies sitting across from me at the other computer stations) thought she was weird (which I didn't up until the fact that I realized she was leaving someone a message and talking so loudly). Anyway, by celebrity, at first I thought she was referring to me and felt embarassed, yet willing to put up with it. But, I guess the celebrity she saw turned out to be Blake Lively from Gossip Girls. And I guess she looks just as good in person! I don't really watch that show, but maybe some of you do, so I thought I'd pass on that info, which you can do what you wish with.

Thirdly, subpart A: Hi Lani, I'm at JFK for the next hour, do you want to come down from Manhattan to hang out?

Fourthly, here is the next annoying person I encounterd on my trip. The minute I sit down in my seat, I hear the two people across the aisle from me who had just met each other start chatty cathying it up and this continues for what I presume as most of the flight. Luckily, I fell asleep because I was exhausted, so I didn't have to listen to them blabber on. It was definitely a don't get me started moment, especially since my noise-cancelling earphone are not really working well anymore, and I forgot them anyway. Don't even get me started! So to this, I pose these question to you, valued readers and world-renowned jet-setters: What type of airplane neighbor are you? Do you talk to the person sitting next to you? What do you do if they start talking to you but you aren't feeling it? Do you put your headphones on immediately when you sit down and avert all eyes? Or does it depend on the neighbor and whether are not you are interested and having them get you started? As for me, most of you can probably guess, I generally avert my eyes and attempt to make no contact. Sometimes if I'm feeling friendly, I will start a convo when we're maybe 5 minutes to landing, you know, just for kicks. Because to me, the risk of starting to talk to someone who just won't shut up for a long flight greatly outweighs the benefit of making a new friend. I hope the person sitting next to me on the flight to Barcelonies is a young stylish person and not a weird middle-aged man playing sudoku and laughing to himself, like on my flight to JFK. Then maybe I will talk to them. Maybe Blake Lively will be my flight neighbor... you just never know do you. One time I was on a flight back from Tokyo and I discovered that Lauryn Hill was on my flight. Another time I saw Kim Kardashian and her ass at the airport. After all, you're nothing unless you're talked about... Gossip Girls.

UPDATE: I forgot to mention that the guy next to me for SD-->JFK used orange juice in his cereal. I kept glancing over to make sure my eyes didn´t deceive me and then I also thought, well maybe it changed colors because the cereal had like dyed color sugars etc. in it, but it was just Crispex, so I don´t think so. ¿ñç€?¡ <-- I just wanted to put those because its fun that the keyboards here have those letters on them.

Before and After: Fashion Ediseeyon!

Before: Vintage Air Force pins not used since the '70s (they were actually just my dad's but I wanted to call them Vintage)Before: Boring old shirt worn 7 days a week (ok, thats an exaggeration, but you get the idea): a blah shirt

After: Brilliant Black Shirt, layered with a deep neck V in contrasting color (white here) and accented with two GORGEOUS "US" or "SU" = US and SU... or.. SUSU pins! Voila, you are the next MK&Ashley trendsetters.

You are now ready to hit the clubs, club heads! **Sidenote, this is also helpful for the communications that will result from these pins as hot guys and girls alike will swarm around you and compliment you on your pins and you can calmly and modestly (remember those are two central tenants of DMMO) respond, "Thank you! I wanted to show my support for our troops in Iraq. Also, they sort of spell SUSU if you think about it, so I thought it was funny." If they still want to talk about how great you look and the story behind the pins, then how great it will be to offer to them "they actually belonged to my father who served in the ________ war (insert the war that applies to your father: Civil, WWI, WWII, Vietnam, Korean, Iraq, War - the card game, the war between Lauren and Heidi, the war of the dinosaurs... whatever was most around the time your father was in his younger days, or just whatever floats your boat.

THEN, since we're going there, what you need to do next is: assess who is presenting themself to you and either (1) continue conversation if you see yourself willing to let yourself get started by this person or of course if they are already getting you started... or to let him/her/it get one of your FRIENDS started OR (2) hand them your DMMO card (see a previous entry) and walk away. No explanation needed. They were lucky enough to have gotten that much time out of you as it is.

Moving on. Now... you had a fun night, you party hardied, you don't know where 3+ hours of your life went, when you find yourself walking somewhere by yourself on the Lower Eastside of Manhattan and its morning now, you took a picture of Kelly falling down at the club, you were turning the lights on and off at the Korean restaurant only to leave them a nice surprise under the table later (all true stories)... all in all agreat, fun night! Ok.. but... BUT... the celebration is not over yet, what about a nice brunch with all the friends to remedy those hangovers and talk about all the sexy attention the person who wore the shirt with the pins pictured above, got and find out about who(s) he took home with him that night. Anyway, yes, brunch would be a great idea - on a separate delicious dish tag post, I'll go into a discussion on brunches and more... there are many places to recommend, but lets keep our eyes on the prize here, and that is fashion, gorgeouses (most of you...).

OK, so to continue the theme as from the night, but to a more casual interpretation which would be more appropriate for a brunch. Go with the different pin so that your friends don't get on your case about wearing the same outfit and talk about how they are embarrassed to be seen with you.

This is a simple little detail to turn that white polo into a fabulous white polsies.


Right?! Now... I realize these may not be so revolutionary. Women have been wearing brooches for years and men do wear pins every now and then. BUT the key difference is 1) these pins I chose are asthetically pleasing, graphic-looking, and overall cool. 2) The other pins are probably stupid dorky pins that try to state a cheesy message or a joke which is just NOT cute (unless its the DMMO or DGMS pins... coming in 2009) and 3) I am writing about this idea right now and endorsing it, so now that you know that I like this look... YOU can go out and like this look! The idea becomes cooler with my endorsement, get it? Anyway, these pins were added to my shirts because 1) I have been down in SD for a while, longer than I anticipated to be, and I didn't bring enough of my clothes down from LA to wear so I was getting BORED and didn't want to embarass not only myself by wearing boring clothes that I've been seen in too many times to count, but also the friends who would be seen with me! I'm too good of a friend to do that to them - shoot they already have to be seen with my face and have to angle photo shots off a 51 story building in order for it render an acceptable photo, but anyway thats another story... and 2) I want to wait to go shopping until I get into better shape, so lets just say... I've been waiting for a while. Don't even get me started!! But what you CAN allow to get started... is this trend of cool pins on shirts. They're a make yourself over.... instant.... classic.

Lay it on me like a Lead X-Ray Bib at the Dentists

With the economy on the down, I've been inspired by many of Don't Make Me Over's fans sharing the strides they are making in managing their personal finances - from vowing to return shoes only recently ordered and not even worn, to a do-it-yourself Starbucks that is described as absolutely disgusting, but then as evidenced by the photograph, is completely consumed; from seriously debating the pros and cons of whether or not to get a sofa for your totally empty living room to forgoing a first class upgrade for a return flight from Paris. Seriously, you guys are making the tough sacrifices in life and you are my inspiration!

But you know where else I get inspiration for financial freedom? From personal finance television personalities. And who is my favorite to top them all? None other than Suze Orman. Thanks again to this new discovery Hulu, I offer you another video. This one is dedicated in two parts: 1) To our talented blogetrix at our sister blog, The Newlyweds - with the hopes that this Suze Orman parody video is more aligned with your psyche and 2) To the Do You Love It blogetrix - may this Shia LeBufa appearance get you started.

In all seriousness, though, I am really letting myself get started by learning about making smart investments. It's one area where I can be pretty happy to feel like I'm turning into my dad. Love watching Suze Orman, Jim Kramer, and Donny Deutsch (good ideas for Don't Make Me Over Branding Strategy 2008). Because let me tell you one thing, ladies, and that is this: Make yourselves over, maybe let your closest friends make you over on an as needed case-by-case basis, but don't you EVER... let your personal finances... make you over.

Don't get me started!

Wow - I was never able to find a lot of these videos, but I just discovered this new site called hulu - and I am now able to offer this to you readers. I guess they are able to post the copyrighted videos, because you have to watch through ads every now and then, but hey, its worth it!

Viewing this is SO essential, not only to getting into MY psyche, but into the psyche of the talented blogetrix over at our sister blog, the critically acclaimed Do You Love It! (Don't Even Get me Started).

Enjoy and don't get me started!

The Song that Started a Revolution

Ms. Dionne Warwick

Remix!

Takes one to know one! Takes one, takes one...

me (2:44:55 AM): if we had business cards
me (2:45:00 AM): that just said "don't make me over"
me (2:45:04 AM): not even with our names
me (2:45:15 AM): and whenever some loser tries to befriend or date us
me (2:45:18 AM): we can just had them that card
me (2:45:23 AM): and say "here's my card"
friend (2:45:26 AM): OHHHHH
friend (2:45:30 AM): that's a gooood one
me (2:45:31 AM): their reply: "oh, but you don't have any info on it?"
friend (2:45:32 AM): hahahaha
friend (2:45:36 AM): yeah
friend (2:45:38 AM): then you say
friend (2:45:40 AM): "exactly."
me (2:45:41 AM): "yeah: do NOT make me over."
me (2:45:53 AM): omg whenever i think of these sassy sayings i always hear it in your voice
me (2:45:56 AM): i love it
friend (2:46:00 AM): HAHHA
friend (2:46:02 AM): you're crazy
me (2:46:25 AM): takes one to know one!
me (2:46:28 AM): takes one takes one
friend (2:46:30 AM): i knowww :)

Before and After

For my inaugural Before and After post, I thought of one as a tribute to one of our favorite people and one of our favorite activities: Suzanne Somers and gym... NASTICS!

Suzanne Somersault

Suzanne Somers

Somersault

I thought about posting a video for the somersault portion, but I didn't feel ready to introduce motion onto my blog at this point in time. On another note: I wonder if Suzanne Somers was ever a gymnast. If she ever was, or even if she wasn't, wouldn't it be great if they introduced a certain type/style of somersault that they called the "Suzanne Somersault?"

Who the hell is Pete?

I would like to welcome everyone to my psyche! There is limited admission to my psyche and admission is granted only to those who agree to sign a contract to not even TRY to make me over. There is no room for that in here. Some of you may not know: my psyche recently underwent renovations! The head designer was famous Canadian designer Candace Olson (not to be confused with the Olsen twins), host of popular HGTV show, Divine Design!

For my first entry, I thought I'd introduce you to a fine young man. You can call him Pedro or Pete and he is my grandpa!

It's funny because "Pete" is like my grandpa's American name, but its like, what's so hard about saying Pedro? And even some of our relatives will call him "Uncle Pete" and I'm just thinking like, who the hell is Pete? Anyway, in his spare time, Pete loves to garden, climb over fences, get into fights with his adult children, complain about how his doctor took away his driver's license and start to cry almost every time I visit him. He also loves going to Las Vegas and Laughlin with his sexy Senior Citizen friends. He is 92 years old, I think. If you ever want some umpilya, merlitons, cherry tomatoes, baguio beans or other vegetables, he will happily give you some! Just don't ask him about what he thinks about some of his other relatives, because to that, he might just reply: Don't even get me started!