Speckles n Spectrum

I have become my own version of an optimist... Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present. -Joan Rivers

#wheneverimbored i pumped up some music, eat some food, surf the web and blog some more =)

#wheneverimbored i talk to random people and disturb them haha

#WheneverImBored I hop on Twitter with the rest of the bored people

Original Photo/template created by Ray Creations and tweaked by yours-truly to my liking =)

I got bored yesterday so while watching Sucker Punch I just have to cut my hair... haha I felt like seven again. I remember the first time I did that my mother went berserk and punished me and hid all the scissors in the house.

Now I'm simply free to do whatever I want with my hair but given that it wont go way overboard or strange. Secretly, I'm dying to try out the skinhead look but I know everyone will scream NO. I can just imagine the look on their faces if ever I did that. Bwahaha! But then I'm too fat to opt for that so maybe dreads perhaps? Hmmm... not really my cup of tea for I already experienced having a hair that almost looked and felt like it and it wasn't a good experience.

So whenever I feel bored with my hair it's either I rush to a salon or resort to DIY. This time I just had my haircut rather trimmed last week but then I felt it's still boring  so I had to do it on my own.

Here it is my new bangs...

My mother never noticed it in the morning because I know now how to hide it... haha But I think this is just okay nothing too weird or strange. I'm just waiting for my hair to grow up to my waist so that I can curl them. I wish...

I know this is a silly post but Oh, well I just need to be silly or else boredom will get the best of me and I won't let it rule over me so ciao!

So what are the things you do when you're bored? Do you ever get bored with your hair? Did you cut your own hair when you were little?

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Update: 07/03/2011 9:43pm

Just saw this photo from an article titled 7 Summer Favorite Haircuts @ Instyle with this caption:

Deep Wispy Bangs

It's Wednesday and somehow I'd like to keep this as my fashion day post or at least fashion related post. I suck in fashion blogging so I'll just post anything that has lots of pictures and this will be a sort of Wordless Wednesday but with a few words or maybe tons, it depends I'm a talkative blogger... hehe.

I discovered from another bicolana's blog this Kikayism. I've known the word for a long time but I wasn't aware that there's some sort of movement, organization, affiliation or anything you might call a group that is inspired by this word. I'd like to consider myself a supporter... and maybe I am kikay too. But I doubt if I were hip or trendy, maybe or maybe not?

-ism" marks a word as one signifying a theory, or system of principles; a distinctive or characteristic trait; a practice or behavior. "kikay" is a Filipino slang word- hip, trendy, kitsch, femme.Kikayism is a celebration of today’s modern Filipina, and her desire to express herself through personal preference and style. Though she may be an admirer of art and fashion, she manages to maintain an utmost awareness of the role she plays in today’s society. She is keen on advocating nationalism, aware of the different capabilities Filipino citizens are able to harness by means of skill and talent; hence, Kikayism proudly supports locally made products! In honoring national diversity, Kikayism has made it a point to promote products made from local resources in various Philippine provinces. We hope to encourage the Filipino craftsmen and women who simply look to earn a little extra income through their creativity and hard work.  Source: Kikayism Facebook Page

So on with my fashion post and being kikay for a day at least. This was the same day we discovered BioFresh Flexgel after store hopping in Iriga we went straight malling in Naga and now I realized that window shopping gives me mix emotions. Happy that it's almost like shopping but then sad that I can't buy all the things that I like... sigh. But you need to be practical or you'll end up somewhere else scary.

Don't worry I got pictures so it's just like owning them though you can see it everyday but you can't wear them anymore.

The Eye Candies
It's too sweet you almost want to eat its yumminess haha. It won't be called eye candies for nothing, right?

I heart the colors its very trendy and therefore not something I will buy. It's cute but not really very practical. The colors are screaming. Knowing me I know  I'll get to use this very rarely since I'm more of a flip-flop or wedge gal. But for a gift, why not? hehe

The Killer Heels
This one is something you would want for a special occasion. One time big time, I won't buy you you'll probably just hurt my pocket and my feet haha. But you're cute if only I can wear you in the wet market hehe.



The Wedges
This is my kind of heels for they're tricky. They look intimidating but then very very much wearable because it's much comfortable than pumps. They're available in cute colors too.



The Parisian Plus
It's great news for people who have plus size feet. There's actually a line made just for you. They're really huge. I'm wondering are there really girls who have those huge feet? My feet look like a child's feet wearing 'em.



I just save your time for a trip to the mall. But if you still want to, go on no one's stopping you from enjoying life's simple pleasures like window shopping or just eating out. But make sure you know how to resist the urge and the impulse to buy, they're kinda like the modern gals enemy, ya know.

I got a tip, don't bring too much moolah than you need for a day that will help you fight the shopaholic in you. That way you can think it through if you really want the purchase then if you finally decided you can always go back the next day but most of the time the urge to buy gets lost after a few hours so you just save yourself a few bucks again from crazy spending in unnecessary things.

I also believe that if it's for you, it's for you so don't caught up in urgency. Then if the item was already gone when you came back don't cry over spilled milk, there are always better things to come so don't fret. You'll get what you need just the right time you need it.

Is this still about shopping? Hope so... haha.

Have a great day everyone!

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I couldn't think of any better title than quoting Bertrand Russell's “Time you enjoy wasting isn't wasted time”  for my yesterday's happening. I was supposed to attend a NO TO MINING IN PLALAWAN Signature Campaign but alas! the booth hasn't been set-up and therefore nothing to do but waste time.

Instead of being upset and start grumbling like an eight-year old I manage to focus more on positive things. I think this is what I do best for most part of my life, seeing beauty midst the disappointments. Yeah that other quote too which is becoming one of my favorites:

 "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, It's about learning to dance in the rain" --- anonymous

So I did dance in the rain except it wasn't really rain. It was easy for I'm now the type that if I were stuck, let's say in Afghanistan I'm going to go sightseeing and  take it as a photo op and maybe learn and investigate or write about how to live the terrorist way or the Bin Laden way... hehe or take it as a good time to catch up on my reading.

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Am going to break this story in a few blog entries for there just too many things to talk about so here's the first installment. Yay, am like J.K. Rowling now wahahaha, there's part 1 and part 2 and so on... (you wish aby!)

The question is will I get the same enthusiasm to continue this after another day? No clue but hope so, crossing my fingers now.
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My visit wasn't really wasted for I am very much happy that at such a long time I'm back again in my Alma mater. This time I'm no longer camera shy so picture-taking it is! I've visited all my favorite places to hang out then. I was even amazed that a few people still remember me after six years of being a graduate, WOW! Yeah just Wow! I'm so amazed and grateful for that.

I'll share a few stories why oh why out of the thousands students who passes this gate years and years the guard has recognized me. Simply because I'm a frakkin' law breaker, oh ok don't be exagge just broken a few rules here and there... hehe.

I'm a notorious driver meaning I don't have a gate pass sticker yet I always manage to get in the campus with my scooter and off the speed limits. When I'm in the mood for some kicks I drive in places where scooters aren't supposed to be running. I used to park in a place where it isn't allowed (says who I've seen a few motorcycles parked there too?) and therefore my day almost always ends up in the guard house claiming my scooter that they've impounded. Then I won't do it for a few days then back to normal again after a few more days or I just managed to find another hiding place for my scooter but still inside the campus... bahaha.

Then there's the not in uniform days and wearing slippers almost all the time and the "I forgot my I.D." darn thing.

They say familiarity breeds contempt but it's the other way around for me. I get my way out of sticky situations because of regular encounters with these guys. Oops wait for dirty minds, everything was casual and  platonic (I was a tomboy then so we're all friends.) I didn't date or talk to anyone of them more than 30 minutes or so and the longest chit chat is still about me begging for them to let me off the hook for my no sticker, illegally parked scooter... hehe.


Then there's Tiya where I got my halo, rice with dinuguan toppings. Too bad she's not selling anything like that now because things are getting pricey and she couldn't afford to sell food that cheap now, according to her. But there's still dinuguan available and I had my taste of her lumpia once again and betamax in the next stall. Woohoo I felt like I'm college again. Too bad the sago drinks are no longer here too.

Somehow some things will never change like the warmth of people and the memories brought by everyone and the places we've been. But for the rest I guess...

... time really changes things and truly they just come and go.

It's all like a wheel, one day you're up, the next you're down.

Like a switch, one day you're on, the next you're off.

Like fame, one day you're in, the next you're out.

Like fashion, one day you're hip, the next you're sloppy.

Like movies, one day you're block buster, the next you're flop.

Like twitter, one day you're trending, the next who are you then?

Very inevitable.

Hay CHANGE, why is it the only constant thing is you?

This is weird but with all my blog categories I actually find it most difficult writing about myself. To think this is my first week of blog programming and I'm already having a hard time coming up for today's personal post... darn.

It's really hard to write especially if I'm so darn happy. Happiness blurs my thinking caps. Although I wanted to avoid negativities in my blog and I like to write about happy thoughts but writing in a state of bliss is not much too ideal for coming up a sensible post. But I have to stick to my rules and I'm going to try and brake barriers on my writer's block today.

I slept it through and now what? Still struggling for this post. I'm thinking of just posting a Osama Bin Laden is Dead entry but I don't really like posting things in my blog just for the sake of ramping up my blog traffic. I admit there are things I copy and pasted from other websites for the sake of establishing a reference and I don't write things that isn't in my interest or I haven't carefully analyze. It's nice to increase your page views but I won't really stoop down to that level of degrading myself on just riding on with the hype. Besides there are no elaborated facts to prove this for now and the news said President Obama will give a statement later today about the matter.

(photo credit)

I was bored maybe not really but I wanted to do something else rather than sit or stretch-out talking to my laptop and I happened to notice my favorite book decomposing in the little corner of my jungle, yeah I call my room that since it looks like a wild forest anyways. I was sorry to see that the back cover had been rip-out thanks to my sisters who just happened to eyed it for awhile (hmmm, they don't even like to read for pleasure they read things because they need it for school but then I did their papers and projects most of the time so I know for a fact that they haven't read one book from cover to cover) so maybe this book is really interesting that they both have to borrow it and carry it almost everyday for a week I guess, and showing it to their friends.

I'm glad that they love my book and are actually reading for pleasure you don't know how much I wish there's someone in my immediate family who share the same hobbies with me so we can exchange ideas and have time for philosophizing. Don't get me wrong my sisters are intelligent and excel in school (but they have very different interests compare to me) in fact they have way better grades than me (our youngest graduated Cum Laude and my late sis was almost into it missing only a few points) while I can't even get an A because of excessive absences and constantly showing up more than 30 minutes late if ever I am not absent for that day. But that's another story for me to tell maybe one day I'll write about the reasons behind it if I found the mood for it :) Well, I am still proud to say that we were all scholars for all the 4 years we stayed in college except my late sister who chose to drop out of her full scholarship for her 3rd year because she had changed her mind on what to major in (that only her can do, it's impractical and selfish given that my mom is raising us single-handedly and it was the same year when all the 3 of us were in the same University but I envy her because I've been wanting to do that too but was never allowed, sure favoritism runs in the family, you can actually say that but parents for all we know would always deny that fact even with all the evidence.)

My father loves to read newspapers and magazines and that's what we did everyday on his days in the hospital and I got the love for reading through him and his father Lolo Omat had been an inspiration too. He was a typist for the guerrilla during the Japanese time and worked as a notary public. He had a collection of Reader's Digest dated 1962 as far as I could remember and I used to spend my free time reading those when I was 6. After he died I was hoping to keep his Olympia typewriter and his book collections especially the digests but well I got the digests after the typhoon and the house were flooded  and my mom thought they're all garbage even if some of it were still readable and so I wasn't allowed to take them home but I've sneaked and kept some then it was thrown (maybe given away, I'm not sure) later on when we moved to a different town when she had discovered it along with my paintings.

My mother was a little odd, she's a professor and she taught us how to read and require us to read but now that I am all grown-up and I love reading and made it as a hobby I often hear her complain about it and about my spending money on books and yet she's not saying anything about my younger sister's splurge on clothes, and what about her fetish for bags and shoes, isn't it unusual? And yes she doesn't love to read like my 2 siblings. The four of us are opposites when it comes to reading. The 3 of them reads because it is required while I read because I just love reading but I actually love to read things that aren't school related or academic. I love learning but I'm not into studying.

As I was saying, my sisters had borrowed my book without permission but when I saw that they were bringing it to school I didn't say anything I'm fine with it: them reading my books but sure they could have asked first. Anyways, as careless as they were after a week or so I've seen my book dumped in a corner and yes dilapidated... arrgh! At that time I was such a neat-freak, I always take good care of my things especially my books because I wanted them to last but you can't seem to make it possible with untidy and careless people living in the same roof who just like getting things as if they own everything and dumps it whenever they're done with it.

I love this book so much because every time I read it  it makes me smile and it makes me think. It inspires me a lot even up to this day. This is the only book that I've read more than 20 times and I won't get tired reading it over and over and that comes from me who never read a book twice. I used to put this underneath my pillow because it's the first and last thing that I read everyday, it used to be The Bible but well, change of interests had caused it. As it says, enough of truth searching, it's time for a fantasy.


I've found this book in just the right time as it says in its title: I Have Abandoned My Search for Truth, and Am Now Looking for A Good Fantasy. Yes I was actually looking forward for the good things of the future and was done of searching for my truth so good one. (Actually it was my friend Cecile who found this while we were rummaging the pile of books on sale in Master Square (a used to be famous sort of like a mini-mall in our town until the big malls went into business here) and she gave it to me so I bought it for the cheapest price P25.00 and it was the best and most compensated peso I've ever spent. So I wasn't really splurging on books since I'm getting them through book-sale but when I was already working I had a membership with Powerbooks in Greenbelt and yeah, I've been a shopaholic and spent all my money for clothes, shoes and mostly books and women's magazines that my friends had borrowed and well never did returned and that's 2 stupid things again for me, all charge to experience.

I can relate much with the author: Ashleigh Brilliant was from a lower-middle class (just like me) but lives in London and California for the later part of his life. He's a professor and I was (I used to teach in a State College)  and he actually made me realized or put into words why I used to despise my real name.

 "as a child I hated Ashleigh Ellwood for some obscure and sensitive family reason. I was never called by either of these names, except in anger."  --- Ashleigh Brilliant

And I love this author for the most part because he inspires me a lot to think and to write more. I love quotations, idioms, poetry or anything that involves playing of words that's why I was also addicted to scrabble when I was a child. My first few weeks reading this book over and over left my mind running full time there were nights that I have to wake up in wee hours just to write a pot-shot. I've written tons and I've written most of it at twilight with me holding a flashlight so my mother won't notice that I was still up. But sad to say I don't know where were my pot-shots it may have been included on my things my mom burnt along with the trash, tsk,tsk.

Oh, I wasn't able to mention that this isn't some novel book, it is a graphical book sort of like a comic book. It is a collection of epigram and the author called it POT-SHOT. And these are the 2 important rules in composing it:

1. no Pot-shot may exceed 17 words
2. the words and expressions used must be understood as easily as possible, by the widest possible range of people, with no impediment (such as rhyme, puns, or idioms) to translation into other languages  

Here's a few of my favorite pot-shots:

I used to say this when someone touches my hair "you ruin my already ruined hair" coined from this.

One of my hobbies is experimenting on different Make-up looks... I am fond of make-up and I used to be an aspiring make-up artist way back when I was a kid and a frustrated hobbyist photographer since I still don't own a decent camera... sigh... but I'm working on it.

I can't find someone who'll be willing to be patient with me practicing both make-up and photography so I'm stuck doing it all by myself.  So here are some of what I do when no one is looking...

cat's eye

Too Asian

Gothic chic

No make-up look: my favorite :)

Clean Look

All Tan

Pretty n Pink

Silver Palette

Ocean Hues

Smokey Eyes