…but I’m super sick and I can’t manage anything more than this quick drop-off post.
Don’t worry, I’ll get well really soon!
Anyway, I’ll hurry up with recovering and I’ll see you guys soon!
Hey you guys! I’m back with a long-overdue post, haha! I’ve been extremely busy with work so I couldn’t post very much, but at least I still have time for playing Pokemon and Summoners War and going on twinnie dates with my boyfriend.
JM x JD has been a tag on my blog, but I think it would be cuter to incorporate it in the title, don’t you think? Anyway, I’ll make this quick because I’m just taking a break from a meeting to do some ToA runs, and I have an early travel schedule tomorrow.
As part of our anniversary celebration, JM and I went to visit Pinto Art Museum in Antipolo, Rizal! We like museums because they’re usually quiet, we appreciate beauty coming from nature and art, and because we’ve been talking about visiting ever since we heard about it.
Pinto Art Museum is a beautiful space for contemporary Filipino art, displayed amidst quirky setups and lush nature. The galleries are sprawled over the property, with winding pathways and endless stairs and hidden nooks and crannies wherever you happen to glance.
I didn’t come armed with my DSLR, but I had my trusty phone camera with me. Here are our pictures!
I hope you enjoyed looking at the photos. If you’re planing on visiting, click on this link for their Facebook page.
Thanks for dropping by!
I’ve lived in the Philippines for the majority of my life, and I still suck at the Filipino language. True fact. Sad, I know. But true nonetheless.
The reason for this is that I grew up in a household where English was the main language. My mother’s family is Chinese and my father’s family are mostly based in the United States, so I had to speak English to them while growing up.
Other reasons are because I grew up in a region that had its own dialect and because, from primary school to high school, we weren’t allowed to speak in vernacular inside the campus.
Anyway, I’m fairly good at communicating in Tagalog as long as you don’t ask me to spell it. Because, for the love of all that is good and holy, I. Do. Not. Know. How. To. Spell. It.
I also mix up my words sometimes, which is why I wrote this post. My boyfriend and I communicate in a mixture of Tagalog and English (dammit, I almost wrote that as Tagalong, which is a type of Girl Scout Cookie and not a language at all) and there was a certain time he was really amused with one of my mix-ups.
One day we were talking about his tummy. I really like his tummy, it’s soft and bouncy and very fluffy.
One of my favourite hobbies is poking it with my fingers, or kneading it like a giant ball of dough, or putting stickers or googly eyes on it. I use it as a pillow when I go to sleep, I hide my face there when I’m embarrassed, and hug it to make myself feel better on bad days. The best part here is that my boyfriend always pets my head while I’m having playtime with his tummy. In short, my boyfriend’s tummy is a precious and important and helpful resource.
Moving on. We were discussing his tummy, and he asked me jokingly “What do you feel whenever you play with my tummy?”
I thought for a bit, and then answered “Kinikilig ako sa tummy mo,” which left him understandably confused. He asked me again what I said, and I repeated my answer. He then prodded further by asking what I meant, and I explained that whenever I was in contact with his tummy, I wanted to squeeze and bite it.
Then he started laughing and corrected me, saying that the word I was looking for was actually “gigil” or “nangingigil.” The words “kilig” and “kinikilig” meant feeling giddy in a way that’s usually associated with being in love. I argued that the two terms could easily be interchangeable as long as his tummy was the subject, so he laughed and agreed.
In my defense these words are incredibly similar…but I cringe at the thought of me getting these two terms mixed up for all these years. At least I have been corrected now!
HAHAHAHA I BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS MAKING YOU READ SOMETHING MEANINGFUL AND I BASICALLY TRICKED YOU INTO READING NONSENSE HAHAHAHAHA I’m sorry, I’m very bored.
Anyway, here are a few photos!
Chibi-style transmogrified Occult Girl from Summoners War. I drew her with my new pencil, new marker and new eraser!
A photo from when we were on the way to Pinto Museum. That’s my next photo blog! It’s picture heavy, so I’m taking my time editing it.
And Com2us loves me, so he has blessed me with my 6th Nat.5 mob – a water Desert Queen, same as JM’s!
Anyway, I’ll be ending my post here for now. Have a good day, everyone! See you guys next time!
People who regularly browse the Web for current events or watch the news on television will be able to confirm that there’s a certain issue that’s inflated in exponential terms. I’m talking about the referendum held by the United Kingdom on whether or not they should remain in the European Union.
I’m going to be discussing some key points about Brexit and the impact it may have on the world in general. Keep in mind that I am not a political scientist (though my mother is and she was the one who brought up this subject in a phone call last night), an economist, or an international relations/international law expert. I am merely stating my opinions and making calculated predictions based on what I know and what I’ve read and heard.
Disclaimer aside, I hope you have fun reading my post. If you have any thoughts, feel free to drop your comments below!
WHAT IS BREXIT AND WHY DID THE UK PUSH FOR IT?
According to the NY Times: A portmanteau of the words “Britain” and “exit,” it is the nickname for a British exit of the European Union after the June 23 referendum asking voters: “Should the United Kingdom remain a member of the European Union or leave the European Union?”
I think it’s known as a fact that the UK has never been the most enthusiastic EU member. They were resentful that the EU expanded its borders to absorb less economically stable countries like Hungary. They didn’t want to adopt the EU’s plans for a unified currency (the Euro). And most importantly, they didn’t want migrants from poorer EU countries to take advantage of free movement across internal borders. The last straw was when the EU didn’t allow the UK’s attempts for the extradition of certain terrorists. There are more reasons, I’m sure, but these are the more obvious ones that helped the UKIP gain momentum and cry out for a referendum.
WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE EUROPEAN UNION?
The EU or the European Union originated from the EEC (European Economic Community) and the ECSC (European Coal and Steel Community). The modern EU was established in 1993 following the Maastricht Treaty. Its main purpose is to have a unified market for the free movement of capital, goods, people, and services between its member states. If treated as a single-country economy, the EU will arguably have the largest economy in the world, generating a nominal GDP of approximately €14.303 trillion.
WHAT ARE THE PROS OF BREXIT?
To be completely honest, I can only see one clear advantage – the United Kingdom will now have complete control over their immigration policies. Other, less certain, advantages include the fact that the UK won’t have to help and contribute to other, poorer member states to help keep the EU in balance. Now they have full control of who to fund and also to create deals, policies and decisions that benefit them without needing the approval of the EU council.
WHAT ARE THE CONS OF BREXIT?
I DON’T LIVE IN THE UNITED KINGDOM OR ANY EU COUNTRY. SHOULD I CARE ABOUT BREXIT?
Are you in fifth grade or something? Of course you should care. International relations and the global economy is a thing, you know? The European Union is an economic free trade zone which operates under the same economic laws. By leaving, the UK has just cut off ties with its largest trading partner and will now be subject to extra fees, regulations and even banned from entry in certain markets.
International companies that operate from Britain will be much less profitable because of this. The law of supply and demand will come into play. Since British goods will have a newly limited market, fewer people will be able to purchase their products. Less people buying = lowered value of money = lowered demand = lowered value of goods. Furthermore, foreign companies invested in the UK will lose assets, which in turn will hurt their future profitability and decrease their value.
The direct impact of Brexit on global trade and investment can tighten financial conditions due to uncertainty and delay investment projects until things have stabilized somewhat. This can dampen the trajectory of global growth – not enough to cause a recession, but enough to make a negative impact on the Euro zone and Britain’s most prevalent trade partners.
There are some discussions regarding a larger impact on the global economy and the central bank, but since I don’t know enough about that, I won’t discuss it. Here’s an article instead for more information: http://www.barrons.com/articles/what-is-brexits-impact-on-global-economy-1467124800.
AND THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION…IS THE UNITED KINGDOM A MEME NOW?!
Yes. Deal with it.
ENOUGH MEMES, JEN. WHAT DO YOU THINK? DID BRITAIN MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION? WILL THEY BE ABLE TO SURVIVE OUTSIDE EU?
You’re asking me if a country who won two world wars can survive outside of the EU…are you fucking kidding me. Of course they’ll survive. As for if they’ve made the correct decision or not…well, that remains to be seen. 😛
Hey there. Welcome back to my little blog! What are you guys up to this week? For me, I’m taking it easy. I don’t have any work-related trips this week (YES 😍) so I’m catching up on my TV series and games and my studies.
I’m not going to re-enroll in law school until August, but I have signed up for an online supplementary law refresher course. The course is sponsored by Yale, so it ought to be good. We’re on our first week and I haven’t even finished half of the assigned readings yet. 😂
Meanwhile, here’s a week’s worth of my face. Notice that I don’t wear contacts, put on eye-enlarging makeuo or try to contour my face anymore? 😋 It’s because I’m trying to embrace my Asian looks. And because I’m always in a hurry now. HAHA.
Here are the marimos! Their names are Chewy and Fluff. ❤ JM and I will buy proper mini aquariums for them this weekend.
Bunny phone charms JM bought during the last time we had a date. 💖 We were drinking mint tea and a frappuccino to cool off after an afternoon at an art museum!
And of course I’m still playing Summoner’s War. Aside from Camilla, Veromos, Sigmarus and Charlotte, I have pulled two more Nat Five’s – Chiwu and my second wind Occult Girl. All I need is Verdehile!
My law school friends are also nagging me to play Dota 2 again although honestly I have all but forgotten how to play. I guess I’ll have to do some refreshers to play with them, but to be honest I now prefer watching rather than playing.
And in other news, my boyfriend and I are very excited for Pokemon Go and Pokemon Sun&Moon (since we met because of Pokemon, after all)! 💕
Anyway, this is all for now. I’m going to post our Pinto Museum photos tomorrow, so stay tuned!
The house felt hostile, and they haven’t even stepped foot inside.
Mikhail squinted at the highest point of the house through narrowed eyes. The gabled roof was stark and dark against a blinding, iron-gray sky. Tiny raindrops were starting to splatter on the ground, darkening the withered grass and hard-packed ground.
“Let’s come in,” said his father.
So they did.
Mikhail’s room was in the attic. He had balked at first, complaining that three steep flights of stairs were too much to conquer every day. But every room in the house was already occupied, so he had no choice.
The attic room was cozy and fully furnished, albeit a little dim even when all the lights were turned on. There was a window seat with puffy cushions, a queen-sized bed with silk sheets, a dresser with an ornate mirror, and an enormous wardrobe in the corner of the room.
Mikhail stood by the doorway, one shoulder drooping under the weight of his bags, one hand on the doorknob.
He hated the house already.
It was three o’clock in the morning, and Mikhail still hadn’t finished unpacking. He had moved all of his books and toys and action figures to the bookshelves along one wall. He set up his PC on the desk and put all his shoes away. Now all he needed to do was sort out and fold and stow away his heap of black clothes inside the wardrobe.
He placed his hand on one of the handles and pulled. It creaked open in protest, sending a cloud of fine dust straight to his face. After a fit of coughing and sneezing, Mikhail opened his eyes experimentally and his gaze fell on the doll.
It was human-sized, very realistic. For a moment, he thought there was a girl hiding in his closet. But closer inspection and prodding convinced him that it was nothing more than a lifelike doll. He pulled it out; grunting when he found out that it was surprisingly solid.
The doll was about five feet tall, with paper-white skin and a sweet face. She had masses of long, straight black hair and full, smiling lips. She had slanted eyes with dark irises, and she was dressed a simple black dress and black socks.
“Huh,” muttered Mikhail. “I like your style.”
He decided to keep the doll as a mannequin. He positioned it in a corner, then thought the better of it and sat it stiffly on the couch. He resolved to buy a change of clothes for it the next morning and went back to unpacking.
That night, Mikhail stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes drowsily. The light from his computer illuminated the doll on the couch, and she looked…sad.
“Oh, come on,” he groaned.
He tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but finally got up and retrieved the doll. “Just this once,” he said under his breath, positioning the doll next to him in bed. “You’re back on the couch tomorrow.”
He might have only imagined it, but the doll seemed happier.
The doll became part of his daily routine. Mikhail wasn’t too fond of interaction with his family, so he stayed in his room most of the time. He bought clothes for the doll and dressed it up as he would have dressed up, had he been female. He felt less weird with having the doll sleep beside him at night, because it provided a comforting heaviness in the bed beside him.
Eventually, he decided to give her a name. He was poring through a baby-name website on the internet, but couldn’t seem to find a suitable name. Defeated, he closed the website and sighed. The doll was beside him, immobile. He leaned over and patted one of its cheeks.
“It would be easier if you could talk,” he joked. “Won’t you come alive so I’ll have a real friend?”
Michael came home one day with a bleeding nose and a bruised cheek and rage in his heart. He slammed the door shut and threw his bag on the floor, then fell face-down on his bed. “I hate people,” he growled, his voice escalating into a scream. “I hate everyone!”
The doll was silent, but he could imagine that it would feel sad if it were alive. He drew the doll towards him tenderly and kissed its cheek. “You’re the only one I like,” he whispered. “I wish you were alive.” He pressed his cheek to the doll’s and closed his eyes, squeezing out tears of frustration. “Please. Please. Please be alive.”
He realized how silly he sounded and began laughing, wiping his tears away. When he glanced at the doll, he saw that his tears and blood had left streaks on the doll’s face. “Oh, no.” He hurriedly wiped away the blood with his sleeve. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so so sorry.” He smoothed the doll’s hair and planted a light kiss on her lips.
It must have been his imagination, but he really thought for a moment that the doll’s lips were warm and that its lashes were fluttering against his.
Mikhail woke up from a deep, dreamless slumber enveloped with pleasant warmth. He felt warm, steady breathing and a beating heart. When he turned, he saw the doll – now softer, more vulnerable, her chest rising and falling in sleep.
She was alive.
As if feeling Mikhail’s stunned gaze, the doll’s eyes slid open slowly, blinking back the sleep away. She yawned. “I’m cold,” she complained, snuggling into his side and pressing her face to his chest.
Mikhail’s heart was racing. He slowly raised one hand to stroke her hair, and then began to caress her shoulders and back and then her waist. She looked up at him sleepily, her lips slightly parted. “That feels nice,” she murmured.
He cupped the back of her head with his other hand and leaned in to kiss her. When he pulled back, she was blushing. “Are you really, truly alive?” he whispered.
She smiled back, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him back for another kiss. “Yes. Remember last night, when you touched me with your blood and tears? That brought me back to life. And I will be alive…as long as you’re around, that is. Every time you disappear from my side, I will turn back into a doll.”
Mikhail frowned. “But will you be able to turn back?”
She giggled. “Oh, it’s easy. All you need to do is to cut yourself a little and place a few drops of blood on my lips. I’ll come back to life in an instant!”
“You’re still a doll, right?”
She smirked at him. “I can be whatever you want me to be…”
He pulled her under the sheets, and they didn’t surface until hours had passed.
Every afternoon, after school, Mikhail would hurriedly slice his palm with a sterile scalpel tip and shower the doll’s still lips with crimson drops. She would wake up and they’d spend the rest of the evening in each other’s arms, until he had to leave for school again.
He named her Eris. She was his, and he was hers.
It would have been a perfect arrangement if Michael’s family didn’t get involved. He didn’t get along with them from the start and they were always finding little ways to inconvenience and antagonize him, which led to nasty fights and cold silences. It was a good thing that the doll was always happy to soothe him whenever conflict spilled out.
They had been nagging him for ages now to become more social and spend more time out of the house, and it angered them to see him retreat even more. His step mother and sisters were especially insistent. They had even come up to his room to see what he was up to.
Michael was afraid at first that they would find his doll and take her away, but they didn’t even seem to see her. Even though she was on the bed, dressed in fancy silk clothing, it was as if they saw nothing.
One night, things became especially rough and Mikhail’s stepmother hit him across the cheek before storming out. The boy spat on the floor, a blood-red splash on the pale carpet. His hair had fallen down over his face, obscuring his facial expression. He took a deep breath and laughed shakily, then turned around to pick up his doll for comfort.
She was sitting upright in bed, even though he had not yet awakened her for the day. Her lips were pressed in a tight line of disapproval, and her eyes were blazing with protective intent.
He sat down beside her, and she took him in her arms. He pressed his forehead to her chest and they sat there quietly while she stroked his hair. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Were we being too noisy?”
The doll pressed her lips on top of his head. She was so upset that her limbs were trembling slightly.
“I’ll always take care of you, Mikhail,” she told him solemnly. “You gave me new life, and I’m going to be forever grateful. I’ll protect you in every way I can.”
He looked up at her. “What do you mean new life? Weren’t you always a doll?”
“Mm? No, not at all. I was once a human, such as yourself. But I wasn’t the nicest person, and I managed to make someone angry enough to curse me. Only you figured out how to wake me, and I’m slowly coming back to life…at first, I could wake up only with your help. But lately I’ve been managing to do it on my own.”
Mikhail clutched at her dress, his hands forming into fists so tight that his knuckles were white. “What will happen if you wake up completely? Will you leave me as well?”
Her arms tightened around him and she lowered her face to meet his in a gentle kiss. “Never, my darling. I’ll always be here.”
Mikhail soon fell asleep with his head on her lap. He breathed peacefully, a small smile on his lips. But the doll stayed awake, one hand nestled protectively over his hair, her eyes locked on the doorway, ready to pounce if anyone dared disturb they boy’s slumber.
The next day, Mikhail left early for school. He was already stressed before leaving, because he fought with his stepmother and stepsisters at the breakfast table once again. He briefly considered lashing back at them, but decided that it was too much of an effort.
Mikhail automatically knew something was wrong the moment he got back home. For one thing, the house was entirely too quiet – deathly still, with absolutely no noise anywhere. Nothing stirred. Nothing fluttered. It was as silent as a crypt.
The next things he noticed were the lack of illumination and the sharp, cloying, metallic tang of blood in the air.
And then, there was the fact that the doll stepped out of the doorway in bloodstained clothes.
They ran to each other, Mikhail in worry and the doll in fear.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to do it. They were going through your room and they were talking about how they would burn your things and I couldn’t help it. I only wanted to grab your clothes from them but they got scared when they saw me and tried to hurt me.”
He swallowed. The front of his shirt was now stained with crimson. “Did you kill them?”
The girl sank to the floor, staring at their hands. “I didn’t know how easy it would be,” she whispered. “I tore them apart with ease. They barely lasted long enough for me to call for help.” She flexed her slender fingers as if reliving the scene. “There was so much blood. I couldn’t stop myself, I was so hungry…”
“Shh.” Mikhail crushed her in a tight embrace. “It was an accident. You did what you had to do. We can talk about this later, but now, we have to leave. Understood?”
Eris licked her lips nervously and nodded.
“Now, come on. We need to gather what we need, destroy everything here, and leave.” He held out his hand, and she took it. “Are you ready?”
The girl looked back briefly into the dim room, where the silhouettes of her accident were strewn on the floor. She gazed up at Mikhail and nodded her head. “I’m ready.”
The house was surprisingly easy to burn down. It was old and mostly wooden, so it blazed fairly quickly. Since Mikhail’s family lived in a secluded estate, there was not much the firefighters could do once they arrived on the scene.
Mikhail and Eris watched the fire from a distance, huddled together for warmth and comfort. They saw his father’s sleek black car drive into the doorway, but they disappeared from sight before he could see them.
Creating a new identity was easy if you had enough money to silence questions. Mikhail and Eris soon resurfaced on the other side of the globe, with fresh new identities and nice clean slates. They were happier than ever, reveling in each others’ company and being deeply in love.
There were times when Eris would wake up in the middle of the night with splitting headaches, or return from sleepwalking with blood on her face and hands. But Mikhail would nurse her until she was calm again, and they would forget about these inconveniences by the next morning. He had begun to feed her small doses of his blood to keep her conscious all the time, which helped stop the sleepwalking.
They had to move again when Eris had an ‘accident’ too close to home. They left in the middle of the night and boarded a plane to the farthest country they could imagine, and they sat beside each other, lulled to sleep by the hum of the plane’s engines.
It was a rather tiring lifestyle, but everything was perfect.
Read my boyfriend’s anniversary post here!
Best of all greetings to you all happy people! As to those who are not, well, howdy to you.✨🐮
I’m pretty sure regular lurkers of my blog will find this a bit usual and are probably wondering as to what the reason behind my not-so-expected short time interval between this blog post of mine to my last.
But hey, this I should say though, if you’re a regular and spot-on you got sorted out as one of those who wonder. Here’s a thing for you. I’m not impressed :p
But why so, Mr. mean JM?
I did point out tips in my previous post on what’s to come so you should at least have an idea. :p
Anyway, before I reveal to you guys what all this is about, first let’s talk about my post title! (*JM tries to give out tips to those who are sorted…
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