It's embarrassing, but I admit that Made in Chelsea got me hooked after just one episode.
They're wealthy, fashionable, obnoxious, stupid, have no idea how to act, but they are very entertaining in so many wrong ways!
Here's the scene that sealed the deal for me --
Binky: Fish give birth through their mouths, don't they?
Cheska & Ollie: No, no, darling.
Cheska: They have bumholes.
Ollie: Their bumholes? Your bumhole is not where it comes out! You're a woman, you should know that babies don't come out of your ass.
Cheska: No, but they come out a hole.
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My friends and I took a long drive up to Bolinao, Pangasinan over the weekend for a nice dip into Patar Beach. Unfortunately, the heavens decided to be uncooperative and chucked down a lot of rain on us. The result is this --
As the sun was tucked away in the clouds, we all skipped on the sunblock and frolicked about thinking it won't do any damage. The thing is, our skin colour still turned darker than normal.
Well, this --
This man was a truck driver for 30 years. We're all familiar with driver's arm, which is when our left arms get sunburnt when we go for long journeys on the driver's seat, but this man was doing his profession long enough to have the left side of his face also affected by sun damage. Not a pretty sight, especially if you're only 69.
I hate being out under the sun, not only because I don't want to get any darker, but to also avoid making my wrinkles worse a lot quicker. Everyone gets old, but I prefer to push aging back as much as possible. It might sound too anal to use sunblock when I work at home, but all my moisturisers contain some kind of SPF, anyway, just to be safe. So should yours.
Source: What Sun Damage Looks Like
Starting now, that's how I'll say "throwing a tantrum." I think it's funny that saying "Don't make me angry, or else I'll do a claudine on you!" or "Damnit, I got claudined." rolls off the tongue pretty well. Hahaha.
It's the scandal of the week and everybody and their grandmothers are talking about it. I want to put my 2 cents in too, but I'm not going to talk about the brawl itself, because we've had enough of that.
I want to talk about those damn bags -- it's what started this whole mess!
So apparently Cebu Pacific did not load a lot of the Santiago-Barretto group's bags into the Caticlan flight they boarded, because the plane is overweight (I'm guessing it's the group's fault because it's been reported they paid over Php 4,000 in excess), but that the bags were loaded into the next flight out of Kalibo.
Understandably, anyone will get upset upon learning that their bags didn't arrive at the airport with them. However, that's the risk you take when flying on a plane -- the list of safety precautions airlines and airports have to adhere to is as long as the Great Wall of China. You don't want your plane to just suddenly drop from the sky, now, do yah?
But yes, it's very upsetting. Take it from someone who arrives at NAIA only to find out my suitcases didn't make it home -- TWICE. The first time my suitcases spent the night in Hong Kong. Just last month, another airline left my suitcases overnight at Narita airport. My sister told me "How come this thing always happens to you?!"
It really sucks when the family picks me up and I don't have the gifts I plan to give them, but stuff like this happen all the time. You can't blame ground staff, blow up on them and threaten to have them fired -- it wasn't their call to make in the first place. It was the job of airline staff from your departing airport to make sure your flight was safe and leaving on schedule. If your bags are late, they can't load them. If your bags make the plane overweight, they'll have to board another plane. It's pretty simple, really.
I guess being rich and famous gives you the excuse to act like a spoiled brat. It's just interesting that these celebrities take offense to somebody documenting their ill-behaviour, because as far as the public is concerned, their lives are fair game.
If celebrities behave properly in public, there would be no fuss.
Frustrated Sosyalera has decided to open a shop! For years, I've wanted to open my own boutique, but sadly, it's taking longer than planned. However, I've got brand-new designer purses lying around at home, looking for fabulous new owners. So instead of Handbags and Gladrags, which is what I intend to sell in the long run, it'll be just handbags for now. The gladrags will have to come later.
I've also set up the Frustrated Sosyalera Facebook fan page! Yay!!!
And now for the good stuff! Click on the photos below to be taken to my online catalogue. Happy shopping! ;)
See what I did with the title? Wordplay, oh yeah! Hohoho!
Anywayyy, the reason for that is a couple of my last purchases before I left California were these babies --
I was just reading Lourd de Veyra's graduation speech for this year's UP MassComm graduates and I must say he hit a nerve in me. I've never been a fan of his and I don't really know much about him except that he's a witty writer/musician, but that speech is one of the most thought-provoking ones I've read in a while.
He talked about how lucky students are that information is so readily available via the internet... that there's no excuse for being an idiot nowadays when we can Google any topic in the known universe.
Unfortunately, that's exactly our problem -- there's just too much information. We're all overloaded with data, that sifting through everything is bogging us down. We are information-fatigued.
On the internet, everyone's a smartass. Everyone's a writer. Everyone's a blogger. I, for one, hate calling myself a blogger. The word makes my skin crawl. There's something vulgar about it that I can't really explain. I want to be called a writer... but I hardly write. Now that I rarely post here, I can't even be called a lousy blogger.
So here I am, nearly a decade on and I'm still looking for that niche writing style that I can claim for my own. However, being the scatterbrain that I am, I don't think that'll happen any time soon. Maybe if I look at my computer screen long enough, that elusive flash of inspiration will eventually show up?
I guess this reaction is quite delayed, but as the YouTube video link for 20 Reasons I Dislike the Philippines has been taken down, I managed to track it down to its original site.
( EDIT: I've taken the video down because it annoys me that it plays automatically every damn time we drop into this site. So click here instead to be taken to the video and watch it on ChannelFix.)
A lot of people had so much to say about this video. My opinion is simple -- those are all true, innit? Why so sensitive?
So let me just start with a photo --
Yes, all those months of silence did not curb my camwhore tendencies. There have been bajillions of photos, stories and random shit that I think I ought to just scrap all of them and start in the here and now.
And now, I'M IN CALIFORNIA. I've been here for 3 months.
Next week, I'LL BE BACK IN MANILA.
People think I must be living the life, but I don't. I'm actually bankrupt and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I have a weird set of priorities. While some people give away all their cash for the latest gadgets or the trendiest designer threads, I spend mine on exploring. Every new place and my experiences of them, however, are priceless.