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The Ramble

Posted: August 23, 2011 in Random Ramblings, Snappy Snapshots
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i feel I’ve been slacking off on blogging duties but I’m thinking I might disappoint my hordes of readers (i have faith and an incredible imagination). So, now, here in the salon with only one hand for typing because I’m getting a manicure, I feel is as good a time as any to exercise my muli-tasking chops and blog. So I am.

I’m getting one of those washable-type cellophane hair treatments at the moment coz I want my hair to be really bright for the intramurals I don’t necessarily– ah, I have my hand back, now– have a part of. I’ve also just gotten a manicure with this gray matte polish that mommy and I bought from Skin Food. It is PRETTY, albeit a little faded and weird, coz I don’t think the concept of MATTE was properly grasped by the manicurist. Needless to say, I have gray fingernails. I am happy. Pictures will get posted as soon as I get some. šŸ˜›

I’ve been posting more lookbook shots, I’ve not been keeping it an everyday thing as much as I used to but it’s constant and going as strong as I can expect it to go. I have hypes– although not too many– and I’m happy.

So the midterms week passed by with not so much as a peep from me. I’m thinking I’m better off swearing off blogging during hell week than broadcasting it to the millions of readers and then failing the exams. I’ve not seen a lot of results but from what I HAVE, it’s pretty smooth sailing from here.

I’ve been having problems with my hair recently. It’s falling off. Not as melodramatically as you would think, like coming off in clumps and leaving patches as though I have Alopesia but it’s getting to be more than the normal hundred-strands-a-day shed and it’s sufficient enough to creep me out. My dad’s taking me to a dermatologist to check with the condition of my scalp. I am scared.

On a lighter note, I’ve a lot of nice pictures to entertain you. AFTER THE JUMP!!!

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How was the jump? I’ll bet it was jeeeest fine…

So, intramurals week. The one week we get off from school for sports and whatnot. Ok, I don’t really much care for any real purpose of being but I am hella GRATEFUL I get the week (and more, coz the school can’t fight national holidays like the Araw Ng Kagitingan and the End of Ramadan) off. I don’t want to seem insensitive to the people that actually have SOMETHING relevant to do on the said holidays but it’s not a crime to be happy for days off. So there.

I’m just boiking toast any which way I feel. šŸ˜€

I am THE master of procrastinators. I’m eating a bowl of fruit, now, and on the Internet, blogging just as I please. I have a Midterm Exam, tomorrow. A MAJOR one, at that. One being given by (wait for it) MS. BRENETTE ABRENICA!!! I am screwed. I have a feeling she doesn’t necessarily like me and my not giving the grades that make her swoon will NOT help this sorry state of affairs.

And what am I doing when I should be reading my ASS off, already? Blogging about it, of course.

Master Procrastinator — my new moniker.

I pick a slice of apple from my bowl of fruit I got at the supermarket.

I had a WHOLE day of studying, today. Here’s what I did:

1. woke up to drive akeem to school

2. went back to sleep

3. woke up to call ticketnet about changing our reservation for the american idol concert

4. got turned down

5. went to SM to try to talk to them about the reservation

6. got turned down again

7. bought fake plants coz dad said i should

8. went home for lunch

9. called ticketnet about our reservations, again

10. got turned down, again

11. decided we should just buy the tickets that were reserved for us, never mind that they were at the side

12. went to SM to buy the tickets

13. bought a highlighter and a pen and some shredded corn while waiting for them to process it

14. discovered they couldn’t find my name in the system

15. called ticketnet from my cellphone (*GASP!* surprise, dad) to iron things out

16. they finally found my reservation under my middle name (stupid, stupid girl, using my whole name)

17. they wouldn’t take my credit card, insisted i pay in cash (WTF?! 30000 quid?!?!)

18. called ticketnet with my cellphone AGAIN (kill people at SM)

19. everything got ironed out but not soon enough for Louise (who was with me the WHOLE time) and i to make our dentist appointment

20. left my credit card with SM people

21. sped to the dentist

22. waited for somebody who’d got ahead

23. got my tooth repaired

24. got louise’s braces fixed

25. sped back to SM

26. got my credit card back

27. signed for the tickets

28. stared at the tickets like an idiot

29. drove to jollibee for some drive through chickenjoy (louise) and shanghai rolls (me)

30. went home to eat our awesome rewards for going through HELL at SM

31. watched an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S

32. worked out at Abellana with mom

33. went home for dinner

34. went to Poor Clare monastery

35. said a little prayer for the boyfie

36. zoomed off to Parkmall

37. grocery shopping

38. went home

39. made a bowl of fruit

40. blogging

 

I REALLY SHOULD START READING.

Adios, toast boilers. šŸ™‚

 

We went to this HUGE convention held at the Cebu International Convention Centre (of course it would be a convention! teehee… ;)) that held a ton of different stuff. It was a One Cebu Expo where anybody from Cebu who wanted to could have a display or sell their wares and stuff. It was nice.

I got a lot of new fun accessories, I would’ve gotten more if Mom and Dad wouldn’t keep giving me the stink-eye everytime I ask to buy something. Must earn money! O.o

So, we went around, had a shopping trip, had a food trip… Here’s what i wore:

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did it make your toast boil? šŸ˜‰

A Hairy Situation

Posted: August 7, 2011 in Random Ramblings
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I’ve decided to make the foreign-language titles fewer and far-between. Somebody might think I actually spoke the language. Then I’d be screwed.

I’m clever. šŸ˜‰

I’m actually at the salon, having my hair colored red again. God knows I was born for this. šŸ˜›

I think it’s a classy shade, not some weird kind of dead one. I am thinking of lowlights to sort of give it a little texture.

Let’s talk about hair.

I don’t understand mine. Well, I used to. it used to be just one big curly-type business, not much else, maybe except for it being red. it was beautiful.

But then I went and spoiled it by straightening it out and cutting it. it’s really one big complicated mess, now. The natural curl’s coming in and the straight part is at the tips yet my hair is kind of too short to just cut the tips away. It’s really annoying.

This is why I always keep my hair up in a bun. It’s simple, it’s clean, it’s low-maintenance.

One day, I’m gonna get sick of all of this and just have my hair cut into Halle Berry’s pixie and be done with it.

Maybe when I, like KC says, grow my own balls.

It’s all just normal in the life of a toast boiler, I guess. šŸ˜€

I am finished! I wrote a full draft with the help of a glittery pencil, some scratch paper, and, of course, Google Translate! šŸ˜‰

It’s no secret and I’m not ashamed to say that I need a little help once in a while. I’m proud of what I know in Spanish and I’m not ashamed to say that it’s not a lot.

ANYWAY.

Here’s my essay. It’s long, extensive, and detailed (also braggy and slightly obnoxious — YOU HAVE NO SAY IN WHAT OR HOW I WRITE), just like i know la profesora specifically asked it to be. All I can say is that it is all true. šŸ˜€ i’ll type it in here just to give my hand a rest from writing.

Ā”Hola! Me llamo Erika-Anne Therese de Leon de la Cerna. Tengo veinte aƱos. Soy estudiante en la Universidad de San Carlos. Estoy en mi cuarto aƱo como estudiante de Ciencias Politicas. Yo me criĆ© en la ciudad de Cebu. Yo vivo con mi familia grande de dos hermanas, dos hermanos, y mis padres.

Yo vivo en Cebu, en Mabolo. Nuestra casa fue construida en el aƱo 2004. Nos mudamos cuando tenia trece aƱos de edad. Antes de eso, que solƭa vivir en Labangon, cerca de la casa de mis abuelos.

Mi casa es una casa grande. Es una casa de color naranja con una negra puerta y un muro de piedra. Cuando entras en la puerto, verĆ” un garaje con cuatro coches y espacio para dos jaulas para perros. Una de las jaulas tiene un perro labrador retriever llamado “Friskee” y el otro tiene un pastor belga llamado “Judge”. El tercer perrer es pequeƱo maltĆ©s llamado “Einstein” que es libre para caminar alrededor de la casa. El garaje es donde tambiĆ©n tenemos la lavadora.

En realidad, hay dos casas dentro de la puerta. EstĆ” la casa principal y la casa de huĆ©spedes. No es obvio porque es muy juntos. La casa de huĆ©spedes tiene ocho habitaciones. Hay una habitaciĆ³n de invitados, una biblioteca, unas las habitaciones de las ayudantes, un baƱo de los ayudantes, y un baƱo de visitas en la primera planta. En la segunda planta es el gimnasio y otro cuarto de baƱo. La tercera planta tiene una sala de recreo.

La casa principal tiene la mayorĆ­a de las habitaciones. Que tiene once habitaciones. La primera planta tiene cinco habitaciones. En la primera planta, hay un salĆ³n, un comedor, un tocador, una cocina,y una cocina sucia. La cocina es para mi madre cuando ella cocina mientros ques la cocina sucia es para la cocinera. Cada cocina tiene su propio estufa y su propio frigorifico. El comedor tiene una mesa grande con ocho sillas porque yo tengo una familia grande. El salĆ³n es donde tenemos una televisiĆ³n.

Le segunda planta de la casa principal tiene seis habitaciones. Que tiene cuarto de los chico, por mis dos menores hermanos, Uriel Ino III y Joachim Raphael. Que comparten una cama de dos pisos. La habitaciĆ³n tambiĆ©n tiene la televisiĆ³n con la PlayStation3.

Mi habitaciĆ³n es la habitaciones de las chicas. Tiene un televisiĆ³n en una cama grande. Lo comparto con mi hermana menor, Louise Bea Frances. Mi hermana mayor, Justine Emmely Clare, vive en los Estados Unidos con su marido, Michael Anthony Uy Tan, pero ella tambiĆ©n compartiĆ³ habitaciĆ³n de las chicas. El baƱo estĆ” entre las habitaciones de los chicos y las chicas.

La habitaciĆ³n de mi madre, Annie, y mi padre, Inocencio, es el mas grande. Se llama la habitaciĆ³n del maestro. La habitaciĆ³n tiene un televisor de pantalla plana, una cama ortopĆ©dica, y el ordenador de la familia. Mis padres tienen un armario grande que se puede caminar y su propio cuarto de baƱo con una baƱera.

Esta es la casa donde vivo ahora. Le invitamos a venit en cualquier momento.

Ā”Hasta luego!

Whew. That took long to type. Who knew I’d have to use appropriate symbols?! O.o

I hope this is proper Spanish and I hope this gives me a good mark.

Ā”Hasta luego!

ok, Spanish homework time. I like Spanish class, much to the chagrin of some of my friends who aren’t so sure about the teacher. I think liking it is even an understatement. I ADORE IT. I think it’s muy alegria. šŸ˜‰

So, the homework is simply to “describir su casa” or describe your house. and our teacher specifically said, “LARGO” to signify that she didn’t want some piddly-diddly little 3-sentence paragraph. She wanted to be amazed.

Well, get ready.

I’m not going into work, today, because, let’s face it, it’s freaking boring and, in the blunt and honest words of my friend, Merry, it’s ABSOLUTELY not what I want to do with my life. So here I am, munching on pringles, armed with my laptop and a piece of yellow paper and a pen. The laptop is for when I don’t know the word I want to use.

My motto for homework for this class is: when you can’t relate, Google Translate!

Lol, but I’m no quitter. I really go as far as I can with what little knowledge I have in Spanish and then I translate. Hehehe. it’s pretty handy.

So, despues this new post, I shall make my deberes as accurately and as extensive as i possibly can.

you see how dumb i can be?

Boiling toast like this can be fun. šŸ˜€

Joie de Vivre

Posted: August 4, 2011 in Random Ramblings

Haha, I want to sound all sophisticated and stuff when I make new posts so I use titles that are in different languages.

Have i fooled you with my fake elegance? šŸ˜‰

I’m in the middle of making a collage for a new look. The pictures of which I will post here as a slideshow, as well, of course.

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Shoutout to the online collage generator that I use, Picnik!

Great, so while you’re into clicking links, here’s one for my LOOKBOOK page!

YEEEEEY! so we are ALL GOOD on the link-clicking, page-discovering front? Amen.

So, some days might not be the most perfect. There can be flood, there can be crappy security guards that make you later than you already are for your Political Behavior class, there might even be an overly sensitive teacher who dismisses your class early because of “hurt feelings”. The one thing you should ALWAYS remember is to be silly enough to run in the rain. Or dance, whichever the case may be.

So those situations may have summed up the whole day I had, today. It’s fun to find silver linings. Really is.

Ok, just coz I’m bored and I don’t really feel like making a huge paragraph describing my house in Spanish, I’m going to list the things that made me smile today:

1. talking to Kevin on the phone for longer than usual early in the morning

2. putting together an incredible look

3. running in the rain

4. shawarma… MMM…

5. seeing Kevin at school, being able to have a quick hug

6. having a long (albeit hushed) conversation with Merry

7. snacks from the nuns at Poor Clare

Why can’t I remember more things?! Oh, well. That’s like having one happy thing to smile about once a day for a week! At least I know I won’t let anything, not even yelling at the dumb security guard, bring me down.

You shouldn’t either.

Boil toast, everyone! šŸ˜€ You probably think it’ll come out sloppy and soggy but you just might be surprised. šŸ˜‰

That is probably like the millionth time somebody tried to spell that part of the song. You just can’t type “moves like jagger” coz then nobody will know the exact feeling of euphoria that comes with singing it.

I love Maroon 5 even if I’ve been too poor to go to any of their concerts when they graced the Philippine Islands with their presence.

Adam Levine, you make me wanna move like Jagger.

And, to Christina Aguilera, I loved you when i was a kid and this song and Burlesque makes me love you, now, too. To be clear, I’m not saying I’m not a kid anymore. HAHAHA. Little 90s child humor, there.

So, because I love you toast-boilers so (whoever you are in the vast universe — IF THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WILL TAKE TIME TO WATCH REBECCA BLACK’S FRIDAY, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WILL READ MY BLOG! BELIEVE YOU ME!), I am going to posty-post a link to this video that I posted on YouTube because VideoPress sucks and costs way too much. I worked tirelessly on this video of me dancing to Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 feat. Christina Aguilera.

click here!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC. I JUST OWN THE SWAG.

I Trippedy Tripoded it up with Joachim, my ever-so-game brother. It’s not one of my better pictorials but at least I have something to show for it. I love the shoes, though. I also kind of like my attempt at a silvery, chainy arm party. Pictures after the jump!

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Check out the cracked polish! Green on green, subtle but still awesome… šŸ˜€ THE BUN MAKES IT ALL PERFECT. I love my hair. By the way, i may be thinking twice about wearing the top again. Hmmm…

Oh, well… Enjoy! I had a great day, today, anyway.

The best fashion days are the ones where you don’t even care anymore. šŸ˜€

The batch dance that a lot of us came up with for the Political Science Department’s Acquaintance Party (more like middle of the semester breather-type, one-day-to-just-fuhgeddaboutit party, but, whatever… I don’t judge) is funny as hell.

I want to make it all official with a video. I say official because it hasn’t been posted on this blog. I want to post it on my blog. There aren’t a lot of readers/followers so I’m not really scared to post it. šŸ˜€

I’m going to make it in a couple of hours, after I’ve gotten out of these clothes. I have to take a picture of the outfit I have on and post it in my lookbook page, even if it’s not necessarily fashion-forward, because Mars asked me to. If somebody thinks it’s worth posting, maybe it is. So I will. You will see it here, too, for sure.

This is all easily done thanks to the tripod. I am so glad I decided to take daddy’s tripod out of the closet and into my life. LOL. I might look like an idiot when I take the pictures or make the video but hey, my blog, my life, my videos my pictures = NO SAY.

I’m just ninja like that.

I’ll be boiling more toast for you in a bit. Let me just get the whole look thing out of the way.

I’ll also be going to Poor Clare monastery, tonight, to pray a little bit to St. Clare whose Fiesta is on the 11th. God knows I need whatever blessings I can get. And the free food from the kindly nuns is great motivation.

I LOVE the calamansi juice. ā¤

As usual, I am yours until toast successfully boils. šŸ˜€