I’ve been following a lot of new artists on Tumblr this week, so my feed is just such a delight now. Tumblr artists are amazing!!! Here’s my featured follow for the week, who also happens to be a fellow Filipino.
Hatboy (or Vaughn) first caught my attention with this…
I don’t know, man… it just felt like his art was really speaking to me, you know?
Anyhoo… moving on. So yeah, I should’ve been dancing around, all “Joffrey is dead! Joffrey is dead!” for hours, but after the episode ended I found myself strangely bereft.
Sure, there are other people to hate on GoT, but none of them are quite as universally despicable. Joffrey (played to perfection by Jack Gleeson) was the perfect villain… someone we all - without exception - loved to hate.
Hating him felt like a team effort or something. Because if there’s anything that really brings people together, it’s shared rage against a bully in need of a good bitchslapping.
So yes, surprisingly, I actually feel quite sad now that Joffrey is gone. I won’t really miss him, but I’ll certainly miss hating on him with everyone else.
Sigh. Oh well. Rest well in hell, Joffrey Baratheon. And BRAVO and best of luck to you, Jack Gleeson. You really did play the part perfectly. May you find a peaceful place to retire where people don’t want to punch you in the face all the time.
Writer means writing. Even if it’s just a moment in the narrative, even if it’s just one thought orchestrated and set gently on the page. An avalanche is snowflakes. An ocean is all droplets. Our life is measured in seconds, our work measured in words, and so you have to put the words down.
The act creates momentum. Writing begets writing begets writing.
Every journey begins with a small step, and all that. To get anywhere, you need to just START. And to get better at anything, you must keep going. This applies to any skill, really. The more you do it, the easier it comes to you.
2. Writing every day forces you think — and it trains you to look for things that you wouldn’t normally notice were there.
I don’t know if you see all these #100HappyDays or #365Grateful posts on Facebook and Instagram, but they’re all over my feeds. There’s a reason that they work so well (IF you’re able to complete the challenges).
When you make it a habit to record something positive about your day, you train your brain “to retain a pattern of scanning the world, not for the negative, but for the positive first.”
Amazing. And while you write about a happy or positive experience, your brain actually relives it.
HOW AWESOME IS THAT??
And HAH! How awesome is THIS? My blog post about nothing actually ended up having a point. (Two points, in fact!)
What do you know. Chuck Wendig was right. Writing begets writing begets writing.
…and HA! OMG! I got so many great answers from all over the interwebz!
I decided to put my faves all together in one place so everyone could benefit from all the two-word wisdom, so here you go. They’re like little bite-sized messages of wisdom and encouragement. Love ‘em. Enjoy!
My friend Megan posted this question on her wall, and I thought it would make for a fun survey today:
My own answer, of course, would be my motto:
Of course my younger self was kind of an idiot, so I’m not actually sure she would’ve gotten the message as it was intended.
Because KIDS. Especially boy-crazy kids. BAH. I suppose I could make it “Be happy!” instead, but it isn’t quite the same, and what kid ever listens when you tell them to be happy anyway? So hmmm… Maybe I should change to something else.
This “only 2 words” business is harder than it seems, though. How do you even choose the the message that matters most?
And then condense into just two words??? That’s okay for some things, I guess, but how do you actually shrink an important life lesson to that size, and still make sure that younger you gets the point you’re trying to make?
Really not as easy as I originally thought.
YOU try it! What would you write in your two-word note to your younger self? Leave it in the comments. Your younger self might not need the advice anymore, but hey, you never know… someone else just might. :)
It occurred to me today that I’ve been spending a lot of time the past few months worrying unnecessarily. I don’t know if it’s because I recently turned another year older, or because I got sick last year, but it’s crazy, man.
Some of my worries are pretty normal for someone of my age and experience, I think…
But some are really plain ridic, and just figments of my overactive imagination. Like this picture I have in my head of what’ll happen when I have to go get an MRI sometime next month.
Crazy, I tell you. But it’s seriously stressing me out!
The thing is, worrying is a lot like smoking. Nasty habit. You know you shouldn’t do it, it’s bad for you, and everyone tells you to quit, but it’s just so hard to give up.
In spite of that, I’m pretty determined to get off this roundabout ride I’ve been taking on the Worrywarts Express. I’m done. Enough is enough. And hey, I was able to quit smoking (6 months so far! Woohoo!) so I figure I should be able to quit worrying too.
I just need a really good reason. So… I came up with 3. Here goes:
1. Worry is a terrible wing man.
If feelings were friends, Worry would be that Debbie Downer constantly clamjamming your hot and heavy date with destiny.
So basically, being a constant worrier is like being your own most toxic friend. Enough already. I think it’s important to constantly remind ourselves that whether we worry or not, the outcome will be the same. The only difference will be how much or how little we enjoyed the journey there.
2. There’s a big difference between worry and concern.
You might argue that it’s foolish not to think of possible negative outcomes, and honestly, you’d be right. But as Harold Stephens once said, “There is a great difference between worry and concern. A worried person sees a problem, and a concerned person solves a problem.”
So, so true. Worry achieves nothing. It’s like Concern’s whiny, lazy cousin. I’ll be the first to admit that the future is kind of scary. But it helps no one to just sit there and stay afraid. DO something to make that fear go away.
3. You attract what you put out there.
You know how people always say “Be careful what you wish for?” Well, if you really think about it, worrying is a lot like wishing — but for negative outcomes… which I think we can all agree is pretty stupid and self-destructive.
I really do believe that the kind of energy you release into the world is the kind you get back. Like begets like. So THINK POSITIVE. BE Positive, and the good vibes you put out there will find their way back to you.
That is all. Have a wonderful and worry-free day, friends!
I went for my 6-months-after-surgery checkup yesterday and WOOHOO! So far, so good and still cancer-free, baby! I’ll need an MRI at some point to confirm, but it seems like I’m all clear. Well except for my crazy-big (and disturbingly crooked) scar, of course.
Yup the scar on my tummy’s kind of long and unevenly raised — and yes, crooked, which is a bit of a bummer… especially since after yesterday’s examination it turns out that I have like, zero scarring in there. (You know - where my cervix used to be. Please don’t make me say it out loud. :))
Note: I realize that a speculum or whatever OB/gynes use to check you in there looks nothing like a magnifying glass. Or maybe it does, I wouldn’t know. It’s not as if I’m all "Hey doc, whatcha doin’ down there? Lemme see, lemme see!!" when the doctor’s doing an exam. I don’t know about you, but I always just try to pretend the whole embarrassing incident isn’t happening at all.
Anyway WHATEVS. Point is, no scars where no one would see them anyway, but big-ass scar on the outside. BAH. Stupid keloid-creating family genes.
Oh well. Better a scar than cancer, right? So it’s okay. I’ll take it. Besides, if you take the whole vanity aspect out of the situation, scars are actually pretty cool.
That’s right. And the bigger your scar, the more badass you are.
So although I’m still planning to see what’s available out there in terms of scar-beautification (tips are welcome!), I’m really not looking to make it disappear. The way I see it, my scar is a bookmark in the story of my life — and as stressful and scary as that cancer chapter was, it taught me things about love, and life, and family, and friendship that I hope never to forget.
So yeah, screw vanity. Every scar tells a story, and this one is pretty epic (for me, at least). So feel free to stick around, scar. I’ve always found imperfection interesting, anyway. :)
Well okay, maybe not so amazing if you want actual restaurant reviews.
But for well-written, reflective, highly relatable and surprisingly uplifting insights into another person’s post-breakup process? Definitely.
I have to say, it really does make compelling reading. When I first read about him I was actually expecting him to be all whiny and glum and a bit of a downer — but he’s really not. He’s just… REAL. And honest.
My wildest dreams blinded me to the truth, and the truth is that in order to really be in love, it requires two hearts. One simply will not do. Even if it is the biggest, most pure, and loyal heart there is. - Von
You don’t really ever feel like he’s pitying himself, even when he probably is.
Jealousy is the hardest battle to fight, especially when it is purely one-sided. I had craved him endlessly, and yet he had found another. I had become the man I’d always dreamed, and found a job, and my niche, and a fulfilling life. I had become the man I had once seen shopping in Dean and Deluca that I thought was the pinnacle of success, but I was still lonely. - Dean & Deluca
And because I’ve been where he is, I totally get him. And I feel every single angsty pang right along with him.
Because we’ve all been there at one point or another, right? At some bar or restaurant after a loss, having to deal with the sights and scents and tastes and sounds you once enjoyed with someone who is no longer with you?
This is why, as Chase Compton moves from place to place, not really reviewing the restaurants but using them as springboards for remembrance and reflection, you’ll sort of want to reach out and give him a hug. And maybe share a slice of cake or go get drunk together or something.
This is also why you’ll want to cheer whenever you read a post like this one, where he anonymously pays for a stranger’s meal at Tue Thai Food:
If I could make someone happy today, then I knew that I was going to be okay. The best feeling in life is knowing that your destiny is one hundred percent in your own hands. I knew that I could find my own joy by bringing joy to someone else, even if it was only over cheap pad thai. I’d made it my mission to save myself by being the best person I could be.
There are so many things I am not: wealthy, fit, selfish, or vain. I had to focus on the things that I did have, and that was the ability to make others know that they are loved. It’s not much, but it’s what I have to work with. I may never be a wildly successful author, and I may never have the body of a Greek God, but I will always, always have the ability to make someone smile.
I paid my check and the stranger’s, and then walked out the door without even turning to look back. I felt light as a feather, and I floated my way back home feeling like the happiest boy in all of Greenwich Village.
My friend Megan shared a link to this First Kiss video this morning, and it I was all over it, because awww… first kisses in general kind of kill me.
(Extra awkward in this particular instance because the 20 people in the video were all random strangers (!!) — which made it a little weird and “Whoa, settle down there, handsy pants" when these two started totally getting into it.)
In general though, it really was pretty adorable, and it made me feel all “Heehee!” and start planning some of their future dates and weddings in my head, because I just read WAY too many romance novels…
So okay, before anything else, here goes… watch it!
Cute, right?? I mean I would never do that myself because hello… MARRIED... and also what if you get paired up with a creep? or worse, Captain Halitosis? But anyway.. this bunch seemed pretty cool, so awww. Feel good film, in more ways than one. :)
I have to say though that in spite of all that I am still a staunch Second Kiss advocate. Because as I mentioned in an older post, second kisses are shamefully underrated.
A first kiss is always exciting, of course, but there’s just way too much going in your head…
The second kiss is so much better, in so many ways. It says “Yes” with more certainty. It says the first time wasn’t a fluke. It’s more relaxed, and therefore so much easier to enjoy.
I just think it means more. As I wrote in that old post, "First kisses are the ones we remember, but it’s the second kisses that really determine how the rest of the story will unfold.”
So yep, I’m Team Second Kiss all way. (Which is probably a good thing because… hello… MARRIED. Hehe. :)) What about you? First kiss or second kiss? Lemme know in the comments!
I wrote a post aboutOil Pulling a couple of weeks back, and I’ve been trying to find a way to do it regularly since then — because I swear the superfresh feeling you get in your mouth afterwards is kind of addictive.
Plus I switched to coconut oil from olive and wow, it’s so much better, taste and texture-wise! Also, I read that it’s supposed to help clear your sinuses, among other things, and I’ve been suffering from super-annoying sinus problems the past couple of weeks.
Anyway if you didn’t read the post, here’s how oil pulling works:
That’s right. 20 MINUTES. And it’s best done first thing in the morning, apparently, but come on… WHAT WORKING WOMAN HAS 20 MINUTES TO SPARE IN THE MORNING FOR SWISHING OIL IN HER MOUTH??
Anyway.. hmm. It turns out I do. Hehe. Oops. This is what my typical workday morning looks like:
(FYI, 8:15 is supposed to be at a table. I realized belatedly that it kind of looks like… well, umm.. hmm…actually that could be the case too. Never mind, let’s move along.)
So anyway I realized that while I really can’t do the oil pulling first thing in the morning (sorry, oil. COFFEE FIRST!!!), I can actually work it into my morning routine if I start right before I step into the shower. By the time I’m done showering and dressing up - voila! Twenty minutes are up, and I barely even noticed. Plus, that superfresh feeling…
Cool! I really want to try doing it every morning for at least week or two, to see if I start to experience all the other health benefits. Will keep you posted! (Well, that is if you’re interested at all.)
Just goes to show, I guess, that when there’s something you really want to do, you’ll find the time. Even during the most rushed and hectic part of your day.
So — not that you have to find 20 minutes to oil pull like I do or anything, but I’m curious. What’s YOUR morning routine like? Please share in the comments. Other people’s rituals fascinate me. Also, I guess it’s always a good exercise to review your rituals once in a while to see if they’re actually helping or hindering in the making of a fabulous day.
Thanks in advance for sharing, and have a happy new week!
I think we all know by now that I tend to exaggerate quite a lot, and my mom will certainly attest to this… seeing how I made her out to be a closet alcoholic and all when I was 5. Yeah. Maybe not mini-Chinie’s finest moment. My poor mom. I saw her have ONE drink…
And for some bizarre reason my five year old brain processed this scene and filed it as SUPER COOL. So cool, in fact, that I felt the need to brag about it to a bunch of her friends when she least expected it.
Mortifying. Well, for her, of course. Hilarious for me! Even ‘til today, almost 40 years later! It’s like my favorite family joke.
It’s extra funny because my mom really doesn’t drink much at all. I mean she’ll have wine with a meal and stuff like that, but I’m pretty sure she can finger-count the number of times she actually got drunk in her life.
So Mom = Alcoholic (and sometimes even Bootlegger) never gets old, as far as I’m concerned. She doesn’t even have to actually be drinking, it’s enough that she’s photographed near some form of alcohol.
Hilarious, I tell you. (Again, for me. For her, probably not so much).
I’ve always been a crazy fast reader, and for some reason that always seems to annoy people more than impress them. I have no idea why. But it’s true. People hate it about me.
I once mentioned that I read 17 books over a long weekend and you’d think people would be all ‘WOW! Awesome! Such a handy talent, this speed-reading of yours…” but NO. They were more like “OMG! GTFO, NERD!!”
So anyway I like to assume that the name-calling naysayers are just jealous.
How amazing is that?? So yeah there’s hope for you. And maybe you won’t hate me anymore.
Check out how it works, and see if you can read at 500 words per minute using Spritz technology. (Gif c/o HuffPo - check the original article if you want to try it out at 250 and 350 wpm too.)
I mean it’s not like we’ll have speed-reading contests or whatever when Spritz is out, because DUDE. That’s a bit too nerdy even for me.
But imagine the possibilities for your kids in school, for example. I could certainly have used something like this back in the day. And while I prefer to read my recreational books the normal way (since I am.. ahem.. a speedreader already anyway) I think it could come in handy for work and other things that aren’t much fun to read. :)
So yeah, pretty exciting stuff. It isn’t out yet, unfortunately. According to this article though, it’ll be making its debut in the Samsung Galaxy S5…
I went out and discovered Jager Bombs for the first time ever last weekend and sorta really regretted it…as did everyone else who was there that night, I think. This is what most of my convos looked like the next morning.
Oh alcohol. You make such fools of us all.
So anyway since the weekend’s still pretty fresh in my memory, I totally cracked up when I came across these designs by David Olenick on Threadless today. I’m calling this collection “If Alcohol Could Talk.”
OMG. So funny. And so accurate. Check ‘em out. :D
You Red My Mind
Marge in Charge
HAHA! And here’s another one, that isn’t alcohol, but pretty close in terms of guilty pleasure. (And regret.)
10 Facebook-Related Feelings We Were Better Off Without
I like to rag on Facebook a lot, but in spite of its drawbacks and annoyances I can never seem to stay away from it for very long.
This is partly because it’s the best way for me to keep in touch with family and friends abroad, but mainly because it provides me with so much entertaining material for discussion.
I have to admit though that I sometimes miss the old days when Facebook (and social media in general) didn’t exist. Life was so much simpler then. You saw people when you saw them, and that was it.
Nowadays - if you have the time - you can be all up in everyone’s business every day. And while that can be good, it can also suck in many ways. There are so many feelings people never had to feel back in the pre-Facebook days. Here are 10 just off the top of my head.
1. Facebook Envy
This really is a thing. I mentioned it in an article I wrote for Rappler once. Facebook envy is that feeling of dissatisfaction you get, like your life sucks because everyone else’s looks so much better. It’s very closely related to #2…
2. FOMO (Fear of Missing Out)
..which is also a real thing. FoMo is “the fear that everyone else is having more fun, more excitement and more rewarding, anecdote-worthy experiences than you” — so you’re constantly glued to your phones, or tablets or whatever, worried you might be missing out on something.
The fear of missing out (FOMO) — on something more fun, on a social date that might just happen on the spur of the moment — is so intense, even when we’ve decided to disconnect, we still connect just once more, just to make sure. - PsychCentral
3. FOBFO (Fear of Being Found Out)
Okay I’m obviously just inventing terms at this point. But FOBFO is a real thing too. Let me tell you — I am SO glad there was no such thing as Facebook when I was a teenager. Because dammit, there’s always some eager oversharer (like me - hehe) tagging you in a check-in or posting pictures of you when you’re drunk and/or acting stupid…
… or hanging out somewhere you’re not supposed to be… or having a party or something that you left other people out of… Which inevitably leads to the next feeling on the list…
4. SONBI (Sadness of Not Being Invited)
Yeah, we all know what I’m talking about here. It was all well and good to forget or neglect to invite people to things back in the old days, but now - no thanks to Facebook -you can be pretty sure they’ll find out. And be sad.
5. ROR (Repeat-Outfit Regret)
This is another thing we never had to worry about back in the days of non-digital cameras, no smartphones and no internet. Seriously. You could wear the exact same thing to multiple events as long as the people attending were different, and no one would be the wiser. I totally miss that.
This is what you call that feeling of discomfort and dread you experience in the pit of your stomach when you discover you’ve been tagged in an unauthorized photo.
Note: It is particularly strong on Throwback Thursdays and Flashback Fridays — because of pictures like these:
In advanced cases, Tagophobia can lead to…
7. Tagocidal Tendencies - or murderous feelings of resentment towards people who tag you in ugly pictures all the time
Because really, some people need to be stopped.
I have like the OPPOSITE of this, but it’s a pretty common affliction. Sel-philia is the desperate, burning desire to constantly post pictures of yourself, no matter where you are or what you’re doing…
This is actually the result of dopamine addiction, which you can read about here. Whatever the case or cause, though - OMG. It’s like an epidemic. And because this condition/addiction/affliction is so common, it often leads to…
9. SOS (Selfie Over-Saturation) - Assorted feelings arising in reaction to the relentless selfie-stream caused by other people’s sel-philia…
…which in turn can lead to…
10. Diss-pair: The desolate misery sel-philiacs feel when people with SOS diss or fail to react to their pics.
Did I miss anything? Feel free to add to the list in the comments. And btw… if you find yourself relating a little too well to all of these, you may want to consider a Facebook timeout.
As I said in my old Rappler article, Facebook is fun, but it never really paints an accurate picture or tells you the whole story. So step away from the screen, get out there and spend more time interacting with people face-to-face. Real life is so much more real.
Friends who are genuinely happy for me when something good happens.
Friends who are upbeat.
Friends who are up for anything.
Friends who are authentic.
…and I was so happy to see that I had them all! Yay! And in multiples too! I’m not sure if it’s a numbers game (because I really do have a lot of friends), or if I’m just lucky. But that’s not really something I need to analyze. I’m just grateful that I hit the friendship jackpot several times over in my lifetime.
Anyway, while thinking about all the great friends I have, I realized that there are a few more types I’d like to add to this list — so here they are… 5 MORE types of friends everyone should have, to bring the list to a total of ten.
6. Friends who make you laugh.
I don’t know how this wasn’t on the original list. It will always be number 1 on mine. Laughter is so essential to life. If you don’t have a friend (or 5!) who can make you burst uncontrollably into a knee-slapping, tears-streaming-down-your-face belly laugh, then you are totally missing out.
7. Friends you can be evil with/in front of … but who still know you’re a good person at heart.
Because let’s face it. No matter how nice or kind or charitable you may generally be, sometimes you just need to vent or comment or nitpick without having to worry that people will think you’re secretly the spawn of Satan.
For this, you need friends who know you well enough so that you can set your usual filters aside and just be a terrible person for a few minutes — after which they’ll be all “OMG you’re so BAD! LOL!” but still love you anyway and not think you’re faking it when you revert to your usual kind and pleasant public persona.
Personally I think these friends are just as important as the ones who can make you laugh. And more often than not, they’re usually the same bunch of people.
8. Friends who will give you a brutally honest opinion.
(But only when you REALLY want to know.)
Because let me tell you… The Internet’s become pretty unreliable. Have you ever noticed how people tend to over-compliment on social media these days? I mean geez, man! It’s like it doesn’t even matter what kind of pics people post anymore. There are always at least one or two gushers who are all “LIKE! LIKE! OMG GORGEOUS!” — even when you look like something the dog dragged in after a lucrative night of dumpster diving.
It’s lovely of them to lie like that, of course — or even better, to actually believe you look great no matter what — but it gets so that you really don’t know who to trust to tell you (to your face) when you look like crap anymore.
I mean you can’t ask your husband, because chances are he’s already learned the hard way that some opinions, he should just keep to himself. So chances are high he’ll either lie or go with a safe answer just to avoid any drama that might arise.
So yeah, I think we all need at least one brutally honest friend - the thorn among the nurturing roses - that we can trust to keep it real and tell us when when we’re looking bad (or even worse, behaving or performing badly). And not out of malice, or to put us down, or any other sort of toxic-friend-type reason — but just because we asked and really want to know, or because they care enough to set us straight when we’re cluelessly off-kilter.
9. Friends who are DOERS.
“I want to be around people that do things. I don’t want to be around people anymore that judge or talk about what people do. I want to be around people that dream and support and do things.”
I saw this quote by Amy Poehler on my friend Johanna’s wall the other day, and I saved it because I so agreed!
I don’t know if I’m the only one who feels this way, but I kind of feel like the world’s going soft sometimes. We nurture and praise and understand and support a little too much — so much so that I think it’s actually detrimental to people’s drive to really succeed.
While it’s all well and good to hang around with people who nurture you and accept you for who you are, no matter what or how well/badly you do, you also need friends who will challenge and inspire you — at the very least by their example. DOERS.
10. Friends who are much older (or much younger) than you.
While it’s great to hang around with people your own age, having a wide range of friends in different stages of life just makes you a richer, more enlightened and well-rounded person.
There’s so much to learn - about yourself, and life in general - and so much joy to be gained from everyone you meet, whether they’re 9 or 90. Don’t miss out.
Don’t miss out indeed. And don’t limit yourself to just these 10 types either. All the friends you have - whether good or bad, transients or keepers - have something to add to life as you know it. Get out there, mingle and find out what it is.
It’s been a while since I’ve fallen in love with someone new. I mean you tend to try and stop doing that when you get married, RIGHT? I certainly hope so.
So yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve felt that “SQUEE! OMG I’m SO KILIG!" super-hyper, floating on air type of feeling. (Well, on my own behalf, at least. I get kilig for other people all the time.)
When you’re at my stage of “been together a pretty long while now” married love, the squeeing morphs into a considerably calmer and more mellow “Awww, that’s nice, honey” type of thing. And then you hug or kiss or try and make babies or whatever, then quickly move on to other more pressing stuff (like what’s for dinner) — instead of rehashing the moment in your mind in an endless loop… even at inappropriate times.
Neither have I done anything particularly stupid recently in the name of luuurve. (I mean this is not to say that I haven’t done stupid things recently. I just didn’t do them because I was too head over heels to think straight. :))
But I do see, interact with and read about a lot of people in that first exhilarating wave of romantic love, enough to:
remember exactly how stupid I’ve been in the past, and how stupid lovers still are and will likely continue to be.
be relieved to find out that HEY! It’s not our fault we act that way!
Studies (involving brain scans and everything!) have shown that love-induced idiocy can totally be blamed on a crazy cocktail of chemicals and things that all mess with your brain when you’re in love. Here’s what the studies have found:
First of all, when you fall in love, apparently your frontal cortex (which affects judgment) shuts down.
"When you look at someone you are passionate about, some areas of the brain become active," Semir Zeki, professor of neuro-aesthetics at University College London said, according to the Daily Mail. "But a large part is de-activated, the part that plays a role in judgment."
Zeki says that the brain may act in this way for “higher biological purposes” to make reproduction more likely. He says that if rational judgment is suspended, even the most unlikely pair can get together and reproduce. - Medical Daily
Hmm. This explains a lot, don’t you think?
And there’s more. Have you ever looked at people in love and thought "OMG! WTH is wrong with you? Are you HIGH?"
YES. Yes you have.
Well huh. Turns out they kind of were.
In a very real way, being attracted to a person is a lot like being on drugs. The release of chemicals into our brain and body creates an altered mental state in which we both perceive and behave differently than we normally would. - LifeHacker
First, you get a rush of adrenaline:
Aside from revving you up and turning you into a sweaty, palpitating mess able to leap tall buildings in a single bound (while carrying a refrigerator), adrenaline also releases dopamine and endorphins.
If not, then well, dopamine is the stuff that gets released into our brains when we do fun and exciting things like have sex, go skydiving, take cocaine or crystal meth… hmm…ok never mind that.. and yes, FALL IN LOVE.
When you’re falling in love and high on dopamine you’re all “Whee! Rewards! Pleasure! Whee! I love this feeling!” — which is kind of discombobulating all on its own. But it can get even worse, leading to cravings and addiction.
Also, bear in mind your body is pumping you with feel-good chemicals, whether or not the feeling of infatuation (or the person you’re infatuated with) is good for you. So it becomes very difficult to determine right from wrong (or smart from stupid) when this is happening.
And then just to add a little more madness to this mix, there’s the serotonin drop. Serotonin governs moods and appetite, so a drop in serotonin levels results in some pretty antsy (and angsty) behavior.
SO WHAT THE FRAK, RIGHT??? All this, plus all the testosterone and estrogen and pheromones flying around…It’s really no wonder love makes us the idiots that we are (or once were).
So maybe cut yourself (or the people you’re being all Judgy McJudgerson about) a little slack. The first wave of love is a wild and crazy ride. If you’re in it, just enjoy the rush, and try not to drown or hurt other travelers along the way. The stormy sea will calm eventually… and then the real journey begins.
Hopefully by then you’ll have found your anchors, and learned enough to steer you both in the right direction. Cheers!
There’s this webcomic I like a lot called Owl Turd, because it never fails to make me laugh. I’m not sure how to descibe the artist’s sense of humor, but I just feel like he and I would totally get along. Here’s a sample, check it out.
I’m not sure if it appeals to everyone but I just find his stuff hilarious! Here’s another one.
I know it isn’t LOL-funny, but for some reason here I am again…
Here’s one more:
My favorite posts are when he answers his “Ask Me Anything” questions though, because he answers them in comics as well.
Heehee! Isn’t he great? Now I wanna copy and answer all my AMAs in comics as well. So yup, go ahead and ask me anything! I swear I’ll answer with a drawing. This is a limited time offer until I get either tired or too harassed. :)
Aaaand that’s it for today. You can go check out more of Shenanigansen’s stuff at Owlturd.com. Enjoy! :)
My cousin and hyster sister Marichi told me this morning that weight gain was a side effect of having a hysterectomy. Is this true?? Because I’m totally sticking to that story…
I figure it’s a much better-sounding explanation for my increasingly rotund figure than the fact that I’ve just been a total oinker.
And on some days, not even slightly remorseful about it…
Okay, who am I kidding. Not just SOME days. I’ve actually been having too many of those remorseless days recently. If you follow any of my social media feeds you’ll probably already know this. I think I jumped off the “reasonable food rations” wagon during the holiday season.
And then just never looked back. My birthweek celebration pics (actually most pics I post, come to think of it) feature more food than people. Because, you know.. PRIORITIES.
So yeah basically… Hysterectomy’s fault, my ass. Any increased poundage is all on me and my gluttonous ways.
We all know what this means, of course…
THIS scenario, sometime in the very near future.
Yup. It’s about time. Oh well. It’s been a fun (and very delicious) run. Thanks for the memories, friends and awesome restaurants.
So anyway, until I get back to leaner levels, here’s what I’ll be telling my rather round self… (It’s what I told my dear cousin too. Feel free to steal it for yourself as well, if it applies.)
I’ve been meaning to have my friend Chary and her daughter Maxine guest post on my blog for a while now, because Chary’s a writer (and really quite hilarious), and Max is an artist. A really good one too! Check out the painting she made for her parents for Valentine’s Day.
She’s TEN YEARS OLD, folks. How cool is that?
So yeah I had Chary write away one day, and then we wanted Max to illustrate. But umm… well… that didn’t happen due to some artistic differences.
So okay FINE, I decided to illustrate it myself. So here goes…. a guest blog by my friend and fellow fab fortysomething - Chary Mercado!!! - with illustrations by me. :)
People Have a Right to Their Delusions
“I bet in your youth, you must have been sexy,” the saleslady said to me matter of factly, as I crammed my hefty frame into a dress most heartlessly labeled as size 4XL.
IN MY YOUTH?!? Isn’t this something octogenarians say as they describe chasing fireflies at night in the time before electricity was invented?!?! How old does this saleslady think I am??
I realize that this was her attempt at a compliment. But really, all I could do was think of the ways it was sooooo not.
First off, the declaration that the blush of youth was long gone was a jab to my heart. I am turning 45 this year, definitely middle-aged, but Lord don’t we all think we don’t look it? I certainly don’t even feel like an adult. I’ve got the brain of a 13-year-old ticking away inside.
Obsessed with food and shopping, happy as a clam when hanging out with the girls, prone to checking my cellphone at intervals for new messages… I am admittedly a teen in many ways. Scary, I know, especially since I am raising a 13-year-old too. How is it that this saleslady sees only an old crone? Clearly, my joie de vivre wasn’t doing enough for me.
Second layer of offense — upon further reflection, I realized there was another veiled insult in her comment. Her theory that I had probably been sexy was presumably based on her observation that I was still picking clothes that only a sexy person would wear. Obviously, the woman felt I needed a reality check – which she was only too willing to provide.
You may disagree with me but I think there is nothing as painful to behold as an old person dressing young, or a fat person dressing foxy.
I was apparently hitting two sorry birds with one stone.
I really should have been offended enough to lumber out of that store, but honestly, there was some really good stuff there that the shopper in me couldn’t ignore. I spotted a beautiful Roberto Cavalli cocktail dress hiding at the back of a rack. I had her bring it out. She did, accompanied by another zinger.
After informing me that Mr. Cavalli did not make any dresses in my size, she cheerfully suggested that I buy it for my daughter instead.
"MY DAUGHTER IS 10 YEARS OLD!!" I wanted to scream. She ain’t going to no cocktail parties for another 10 years! She wears One Direction t-shirts when she wants to look mature!! But I held my tongue and finally left.
As any teen would do, I promptly texted my friends about this incident. And true to form, they were profuse in their support for me and condemnation of her.
Did I mention that they are all the same age and roughly of the same build as I?
So I am now blogging about this affront to rally a virtual mob to boycott all stores with outspoken (and overly honest) salespeople!
Down with honesty! People have a right to their delusions!
I may look middle aged, and heck now I have no choice but to dress like it. But I will be damned if I will act like it!!!
If age is really all in the mind, then my advice is to try to keep your mind young if your body betrays you. And stay away from people who make you feel any different! Keep the poisonous truth away! You don’t need to go there.
Oh and btw, she was wrong. I’ve always been a chubster. So there.
I came upon this illustration by Nicole Lim via my friend Yvette on Facebook today and GLARG! I just loved it so much, I had to post it here. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a picture of Michael Christian Martinez, the only Filipino figure skater in the 2014 Winter Olympics — or any Winter Olympics, for that matter.
Here’s the thing, see. There’s a very valid reason that there aren’t more Filipinos in the Winter Olympics. It’s because WE HAVE NO WINTER.
So it just kills me that Wheee!! We, the winterless people, have a Winter Olympics athlete!!! That’s so awesome!
There’s been a lot of discussion and controversy in the local news about Michael and the lack of support he received from the government and blahblahblah, but bleh — I’ll leave that to other people to discuss.
I’m just going to be happy for him, and inspired, and grateful for the lessons he’s teaching us all just by being his 17-year-old, out-of-the-box-dreaming, hard-working, figure-skating, triple-axel-performing self.
Anything is possible. We are only challenged, not limited, by the circumstances surrounding us. And I don’t know about you, but I needed to remember that.
7 Single-Serving Cookie Recipes for Sudden Sweet Tooth Attacks -- or Disobedient Bakers
As you may have surmised from my Calamansi Muffin fiasco, I’m really not the most obedient of amateur bakers. For some reason I can never seem to follow a recipe to the letter. I always have to improvise.
Sometimes I get lucky and come up with something surprisingly palatable, but that’s really not the norm. THIS is the norm:
So anyway yeah, it’s quite a bummer — and really rather wasteful, since even the dogs on the street won’t touch my rejects.
Luckily my latest disaster was a single-serving oatmeal cookie I saw on Eating Well, Living Thin. As usual, I saw the recipe and did my thang….
… with predictable results…
Luckily I was only making ONE cookie so the resulting wastage was minimal. And so it got me thinking… AHA!! I should totally only ever bake single-serving recipes!!!
It would solve so many problems — the waste of ingredients… my resulting internal self-flagellation… my husband’s super-annoying reactions…
So yup. Single-serving baking is definitely the way for me to go from here on out. I’ve found a ton of recipes already, but I think I’ll start with cookies.
Here are 7 easy recipes (one for each day of the week!) that you can try too when you’re suddenly hit with a sweet snack attack. Just click the links (or the pics) to get to the recipe pages on the blogs I borrowed them from.
OMG NUTELLA COOKIES! And they only have 4 ingredients! But wait. Hang on. Full disclosure. Please note that this Nutella cookie recipe actually makes 12 cookies. But as far as I’m concerned, that’s a single serving.
Enough said. :) Enjoy the recipes! Would love to hear your feedback if you get around to baking any of them. Cheers!
About 20 or so years ago, my sister Bambi and I used to host regular Friday night mahjong sessions at our house, and I often find myself wishing we could do that again.
Call me boring (or a little old Chinese lady at heart) but I friggin’ love mahjong, man. Best game ever. I’m pretty sure I could play it for a week straight without stopping if I didn’t have to sleep or perform bodily functions. Or umm.. work or whatever.
I’m thinking of starting a new mahjong group this year, but I do miss that old one we had back in the day. The group was actually made up of Bambi’s friends, so a few years younger than me, but really quite the fun and interesting bunch.
The only problem with being the oldest in that particular gang though was that I think they all assumed I had the answers to life, which I so did not. This, of course, never stopped me from pretending that I did.
(Incidentally, this drawing is still a pretty accurate representation of my life today.)
So it was kind of a given that whenever I was at a party of theirs, I was like the official go-to girl (or granny figure) for them to hash out whatever angst might assail them once the alcohol had kicked in. Honestly. It got so that I was considering charging a fee. Because they were even volunteering my services to emo people that I barely knew.
Anyway I remembered the old mahjong gang the other night when I was reading Tina Fey’s book Bossypants (it’s so funny, read it) - because something happened to her that also happened to me.
We should really be BFFs… But moving on…
If you read the book, it’s that part where her friend Brendan comes out to her. To quote Tina:
In my experience, the hardest thing about having someone ‘come out’ to you is the ‘pretending to be surprised’ part. You want him to feel like what he’s telling you is Big. It’s like, if somebody tells you they’re pregnant, you don’t say, ‘I did notice you’ve been eating like a hog lately.’ Your gay friend has obviously made a big decision to say the words out loud. You don’t want him to realize that everybody’s known this since he was ten and he wanted to be Bert Lahr for Halloween. - BossyPants
OMG! Haha! I can totally relate to that! It was during one particularly angsty drunken party (Wow. Super. I had back-to-back clients that night) that a member of the mahjong gang - let’s call him Sunny - suddenly decided to come out to me and admit that he was gay.
This was completely unnecessary, mind you. I (and I imagine everyone else on planet Earth) already knew this. Because seriously — I was always a relatively girly girl, but beside Sunny I swear to God I felt like RAMBO or something.
I mean Sunny wasn’t like my other friend Joj, for example (who also came out in a pretty funny way, but that’s a story for another day) — or those other guys that you suspect might be gay just because they dress neatly, work out, and have never had a serious girlfriend.
Whether he was aware of it or not, Sunny’s rainbow flag had always flown pretty high. So yeah, that was a pretty see-through closet Sunny was clambering out of that night. But I remember trying to act as surprised as I could because he obviously felt it was some sort of startling revelation.
It was no small feat, let me tell you.
The memory is a bit fuzzy now (remember.. drunken angsty party…20 years ago) but I fervently hope that whatever it is I did and/or said gave that moment the respect it deserved. Because although I’ve never had to come out of any sort of closet myself, I can imagine how difficult it must be. And I am in awe of the amount of courage and strength it takes to put yourself out there, knowing full well that the words you speak may change life as you know it.
So bravo, young Sunny, and Tina’s Brendan. And cheers to all of you who have done the same in the past, or plan to in the future. I salute you.
People may disagree and/or disapprove (and be hurtful and obnoxious - or just plain ridiculous - about it) but the truth is that there’s room enough in the world for all of us. So just go and be the person you need to be.
Un-Mushy Valentine's Day Cards for V-Day Haters Like Me
I’m really not a very big fan of Valentine’s Day. I wrote a whole article about it last year for Rappler, so if you’re curious as to why I hate it, you can head over there and read it. Basically though I think it’s just too commercialized. And MUSHY. Bleh.
Having said that, I do realize that the hubby and I will still celebrate/acknowledge its existence somehow, so I’ve been looking around for ideas for cards to make for him and HA! I found some pretty good ones.
I saw this really interesting infographic about the Secrets of Happy Couples on Lifehacker yesterday, and was happy to see that the hubs and I seemed to be on the right track — except for the part about fighting.
Yeah we definitely fall more on the “unhappy” side of the equation when it comes to fighting style. In our defense though, I feel I must ask.. WHO THE HELL DOES THE STUFF ON THE LEFT SIDE WHEN THEY’RE FIGHTING???
FYI — If you’re showing humor and conceding on the other’s points… THAT’S NOT FIGHTING. And as for showing affection when angry… REALLY???
Yeah, I really don’t think so.
In fact, my friends and I had this whole discussion about angry sex the other night, because honestly, I don’t believe it’s a real thing. So it always bugs me when I see it in a show/movie or read about it in a novel.
The guys insisted angry sex really happens, but then, well … THEY’RE GUYS. They tend to think sex is achievable under any circumstances.
So yeah, I really don’t trust them when it comes to this. Makeup sex, sure. That’s definitely a thing. But angry sex?
I don’t think so.
Because I don’t know about you, but when I’m mad, the last thing on my mind is getting it on. What, we’re supposed to be all “ROAR! You hurt/disappointed/enraged me so now I will tear off my clothes - and yours - and have SEXYTIMES??”
I don’t think so.
In fact when I’m really mad, I’m all for no contact at all. I don’t even want to talk. I prefer to go off on my own, silently seethe for a bit and write shiz down.
Yup I’m pretty sure every guy I’ve ever gone out with has received at least one of my angry letters… because that’s my thang.
I prefer silence, and distance. And passive-aggressive shit. Which can be terribly annoying, I know, but my sibs and I weren’t really brought up to be battle-hungry and confrontational.
This is why we’re all so seemingly pleasant. This is how we look when we’re happy.
And this is how we look (in public) when we’re mad.
Yeah I know. Pretty creepy. But that’s just the way we are.
My husband and his family, on the other hand are the exact opposite of that — MAJOR CONFRONTERS, I tell you. So here’s what a lot of our fights looked like in the early years.
But then as the years go by, you start to rub off on each other, I guess. I’ve become a little more direct and confrontational when the occasion calls for it — and he’s learned to (sometimes) put a lid on the boiling rage within. And I think we’re both a little better for it.
We still have a way to go when it comes to “mature” or “ideal” fighting - whatever that may consist of - but we do try, and we do care enough to keep working at it, and I think that counts for a lot.
Fighting (and I mean REAL “I so do not agree with you!!! My point is the right one!! And there is no humor to be injected here! OR SEX!!" fighting) is just a normal, inevitable part of life as a couple, I think.
As long as you see it for what it is — a brief bump or detour on the road, something you need to go through so you know better than to pass that route again — I don’t think it’s anything to be afraid of. :)
What’s YOUR fighting style? I’m curious! Please share in the comments!
10 Things I Learned from the #FacebookIs10 Look Back Videos
So it turns out Facebook and I share a birthday.
Except Facebook turned 10 this year, and I turned… well, never mind that. Moving on…
Yep, Facebook turned 10 on February 4th, and celebrated it by giving each user a personalized “look back” video showing highlights from the past 10 years.
Mine had a couple of misses (like “Whut? I barely know those people!”) but overall I think it was a pretty good representation of my Facebook life and sharing habits.
I think almost everyone I know felt the same way, so my FB feed’s totally flooded with #FacebookIs10 videos — and you know what? I really don’t mind at all. I kind of love watching them.
They’re so touching. And telling! Yup, I’m actually learning a lot from watching them. Here are 10 things I’ve learned already, just off the top of my head:
1. Facebook is 10 years old.
Let’s get that out of the way first because really… Who knew until yesterday? Definitely not me. I (and most of the people I know) joined in 2007 as refugees from Multiply, and had no idea it had been around since 2004. Maybe because the 2004 version of “TheFacebook” really wasn’t very attractive.
Yawn. I’m glad I came in later.
2. Based on the videos, the Facebookers I follow fall into 5 basic types:
All about me
All about me and/or my significant other
All about my kids
All about food
All about memes
3. People who post nothing but selfies are even more obnoxious when in video format.
4. Kids grow really fast.
Seriously. What the F. They’re like tiny in 2008 then all of a sudden GIANTS in 2013.
5. Adults grow really fast too - but sideways.
And by “adults” I mostly mean me.
6. Pretty much any picture can be touching and make people emotional as long as it’s set to inspiring music.
7. Haters gonna hate.
I think that for the most part, people’s reactions to Facebook’s Look Back videos were positive, and there was a lot of good will floating around the news feeds. But then there were also these guys:
Because there just always are, no matter what. Can’t be avoided, I guess. :)
And then there were also people like these, who were watching people’s videos (and posting their own) BUT NOT KNOWING WHY, because…
8. Some people just don’t pay attention… or read hashtags.
Sigh. Next up…
9. It must be said… Facebook’s pretty creepy.
I already knew this. I remember it every single time I decide to tag people in pictures, AND I DON’T HAVE TO DO A THING.
But I realized it even more when I watched the videos, because they really did seem to know what mattered to each user. I’m sure there was some sort of formula or algorithm to figure all that out. It’s not like they hired an army of stalkers or anything, but it kind of felt like that. So yikes.
In spite of that, the whole “We made you all personal videos” thing really made me love Facebook this week, because…
10. Doing something other-centered on a day that’s special to you is a great way to celebrate.
I’m celebrating my birthday all week, and I’ve pretty much been “Me, me, MEEE!” the past few days — just because I think I can get away with it. But I love how Zuck and the FB gang made their celebration about doing something for (or giving a gift to) everyone else.
That’s pretty cool, and definitely something I’ll need to incorporate into my own birthweek bonanza.
I wasn’t really planning to blog today, but my friend Racquel recently turned 39, and did a "39 Lessons" type of piece on her blog —- and I’m tempted to do the same. Given my age and tendency to ramble though, that would probably be more material for a book than a blog post…
So yeah, forget that. Besides, I really don’t have time today. Too many awesome messages to read…
….and then there’s all that cake-eating to commence…
So I think I’ll leave you with just one short lesson, or reminder or whatever, that I’m trying to live myself today — as soon as I finish this post. :)
Life is good. So take some time to get up, get away from whatever screen you might be attached to, get out there and celebrate it face to face with the people who matter to you.
I’ve been kind of obsessed with tiny houses the past few weeks, so the hubby’s been subjected to a number of strange outbursts from me, ranging from wistful sighs…
…to out-of-the-blue pyscho rants.
It’s all the fault of this couple I read about in the NY Times who live in a tiny house — not because they can’t afford a bigger one, but because they prefer to have fewer things… “to allow them to free up their time and funds for intellectual and recreational pursuits.” How cool is that?
This is their house:
How cute (and neat!) is that??? (Photos c/o of Nytimes.com. You can see the rest of the pics here.)
Anyway so yeah, I’m all for moving into a tiny house (or at least a smaller one) sometime in the future. Of course it’s not something that can happen right away, so in the meantime, I’m just adopting that cool couple’s life strategy — Own Less, Live More.
I love it. It’s my new life goal. So here are 3 ways I’m planning to start:
1. Get rid of all the junk in the house.
My mom’s a major hoarder — so much so that when she brings her strange collections out (for one reason or another), locating her can be quite a challenge.
I swear, she just can’t throw stuff away. And I really am rather deathly afraid that I’m following in her footsteps, so I’ve made this my other high-priority resolution for the year (aside from saving money). I’m getting rid of all the junk I’ve amassed in 11 years of living in this house.
It’s a pretty daunting task, since I’ve been looking around the house and realizing that I really am more my mother’s daughter than I thought — but I’m determined to do it.
So expect offers of donation, garage sales and other such things in the near future…
…and please don’t be offended if you see things among there that you gave me for Christmas or whatever. It’s nothing personal. I’m just really determined to downsize. :)
I also found this helpful infographic called Shred, Scan or Store? to help me figure out what to do with all my paper junk. If you need this too (AND YES, MOM, PLEASE NOTE…YOU DO) - then you can find it here.
2. Stop buying for the sake of buying, and stop collecting useless crap.
Umm. Gulp. This one’s a bit of a toughie, because like most women, I happen to think shopping is fun and therapeutic, and there are times I can go a little overboard.
But enough’s enough, right? It’s not as if I’ll stop shopping completely, but I’ve set a couple of ground rules to help me buy more mindfully:
One in, TWO out. For every new thing I buy, I have to let two things go.
For big purchases — don’t buy anything I can’t sell later at a higher price. So yeah, that rules out pretty much everything except for jewelry, art and real estate - none of which I can afford right now anyway. ;)
I’m sure I’ll come up with more as I go along, but those two should do for now.
3. Rethink gifting.
When I was all stressed out last Christmas, I set forth a proposition that a lot of my friends seemed to agree with.
I was semi-kidding when I said it, but the more I think about it, the more I want to make it happen for real.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think we should stop giving each other gifts. I just think we should stop giving each other THINGS. Let’s give each other favors. Or experiences. Or memories.
Not only will they take up less space, I really do think they’ll mean more.
Think about it. Just off the top of my head, here’s a quick list of experiences and “non-things” I’d rather have instead of material gifts any time:
An offer to drive me somewhere. I HATE driving and parking.
A date! Quality time is always good. Coffee or lunch, movie/show (or even a road trip!) together. I’d love that.
Any beauty salon or massage treatment — always a winner.
A good read — send or lend me an ebook!
Pretty much anything that’ll make me laugh or relax or umm… full. :)
How about you? What would YOU prefer to receive instead of things? Let me know!
Anyway that’s it for my “Own less, Live more” plan so far. Any other suggestions? Leave ‘em in the comments. Cheers!
Oil Pulling Sounds Disgusting. But I Still Want to Try It.
I don’t know why the hell I’m such a sucker for these wellness-mommy-type bloggers and their harebrained schemes. I swear, they do the weirdest, most disgusting things… like NOT SHAMPOO FOR FIVE YEARS…
But sucker that I am, not even 2 minutes after saying “Eeeewww!” I’m always all “Yeah, I need to try that.”
Except I really can’t do the poo-free thing (because I dye my hair a lot and what would be the point? And also, YUCK.) — so I’m trying to convince my mom and sister to do it instead.
No success so far.
Anyway the latest thing I discovered while browsing through Design Mom’s blog was this thing called OIL PULLING. Basically it’s this super healthy and beneficial alternative to brushing your teeth, where instead you kind of swish oil around your mouth for twenty minutes.
I know. You can probably imagine my reaction when I first read about it.
Especially since the intro picture on the blog was this:
I know, right? Feel free to join me in a GROUP GAG… 1,2,3… EVERYBODY RETCH!!!
But I have to say, I found the concept totally fascinating regardless. Plus the benefits seemed to outweigh the grossness. Apparently oil pulling is some ancient method of natural oral care, which “pulls” all the plaque and bacteria from your mouth, improves gum care and even whitens teeth. It’s even supposed to cure tooth decay, etc, etc.
So yeah. I needed to try that.
And so I did. Just this morning.
And you know what? It’s not bad at all. And it’s only about 1/8 as disgusting as I thought it would be. Here’s how it works:
I didn’t have any of that coconut LARD-looking stuff the bloggers used (thank god), but apparently you can use any high quality edible oil, so I used extra virgin olive oil. And I thought I might gag when I stuck a spoonful in my mouth but I really didn’t.
The only difficult (and potentially gross) part of the process is having to keep swishing the oil in your mouth for 20 minutes. First, because 20 minutes is a pretty long time. You’ll want to do something else while you’re swishing, so you don’t have to think about it so much. (I drew pictures for this blog.)
Secondly, as you swish, I guess you sort of promote the production of more saliva, so that one tablespoon of oil dilutes - which is a good thing - BUT it also increases in volume as you go along. So by the time your 20 minutes are almost up, you have a pretty big mouthful… which you’re kind of worried will overflow.
But hey, I made it. And so can you. In fact you want to make sure that you don’t EXCEED 20 minutes (since apparently that’s when the bacteria and toxins start to reabsorb into your system) —- so if you’re dying to spit but you’re still short a couple of minutes, just spit. But remember, don’t spit into the sink, spit into the trash, because that spit is chock-full of bacteria, man. Eeww.
So yeah, totally doable. After spitting I rinsed my mouth out with warm water (even if I didn’t really feel the need to. Mouth didn’t feel oily at all.). And guess what? My mouth felt GREAT!!! Really fresh (not toothpaste minty, but fresh-breathy nevertheless) and super clean! And my teeth felt really smooth. I loved the feeling.
So yeah, I think I’ll keep doing this. I certainly won’t stop brushing and flossing (come on, guys, let’s get real) — and I doubt I’ll have the time to oil pull in the morning on work days, but I really want to work it into my nighttime routine.
Now of course you don’t have to try it if the thought grosses you out, but hey — if you want to, at least you know what to expect. If you still need more convincing, you can find more info and FAQ’s about Oil Pulling here and here.
A Hilarious Antidote for Over-Dramatic Internet Headlines
I have some Facebook friends whose only online activity seems to consist of posting trending videos from Upworthy and Viral Nova. While I’ll admit the videos are usually worth watching, the links never fail to bug me because the titles are just so exaggerated and dramatic and cheesy.
It’s a work in progress, of course, as there are a lot of cheesy and dramatic phrases to replace, but it’s pretty hilarious and amazing even as is. Here are a couple of Viral Nova headlines I saw BEFORE I got the Downworthy extension.
And here’s how they read AFTER Downworthy..
Hilarious, I tell you.
So thanks very much, Downworthy, for making the Internet a little less annoying and a lot more amusing. Keep up the good work. Bravo! :)
When I was 14 — back when I thought being in your 40s meant you were a hop, skip and a jump away from Eternal Life — I read this story called After Twenty Years by O. Henry.
I’m pretty sure everyone had to read it for school (though I would’ve read O. Henry’s stories for fun too because they were so great). If you haven’t read it, I won’t spoil the twist at the end for you — but basically it involved two friends who agreed to meet up again on the same date, at the same time, and at the exact same spot after 20 years.
Anyway I (and probably every other kid who read that story) thought that was a pretty cool concept, so my friend Chary and I made the exact same pact, to meet up in 20 years on my birthday (February 4th) at 4pm at the exact same spot (the bleachers in the polo field at Alabang Country Club).
At the time we really had no clue who (or where in the world!) we’d be by then… if we’d be married with 5 kids each.. or single by choice… because we lived dangerous lives as international SUPERSPIES or something… I mean it’s highly possible I thought back then that I’d be a rock star in 20 years. Because you know… I did have a band at the time. (LOL!)
I was an ambitious - and rather deluded - kid. The nerve, really.
Anyhoo.. WHO KNEW, RIGHT?? Who knew what kind of exciting lives we would have lived by the time 20 years had passed?? But we solemnly swore that no matter what, WE’D BE THERE.
So were we? Bah. Kind of. Actually.. not really. I mean, we did get together that day, but decided going all the way to the Alabang Country Club polo field was too much of a hassle… And really, what the hell would we do once we were there? Lie down on the grass? Jog?
TOTALLY ANTICLIMACTIC. I know. But then you see, we’d never really lost touch at all. We saw each other ALL THE TIME throughout those 20 years! So yeah… Bit of a bust, that.
So why even bring this story up at all, right? “WTF Chinie?? How FAR from O. Henry’s could this ‘After Twenty Years’ story possibly be??” you might be thinking. I know, I know…
But the thing is, it really killed me when I remembered it because well, my birthday’s coming up again and I realized that that seemingly far-off twenty year meeting we spoke of happened TEN YEARS AGO!!! That’s right. On my birthday this year, it’ll be THIRTY YEARS since teenage Chary and I made that pact!
How did 30 years just pass like that??
And guess what — we’re still not going back to the polo field. Haha!
I think my point is that when you’re young, “20 or 30 years from now” may seem like a lifetime — and for some people it actually is. But it goes SO much faster than you think. Believe me. Blink of an eye, I tell you.
So make the most of it. Savor it. Live it to the fullest. Don’t be afraid to dream. Dream big and wide and far, and just keep working at making your dreams happen, even just a little at a time every day.
I should be feeling pretty old right now (and I’ll admit it, I kind of am) - but strangely, I’m feeling pretty good too.
For one thing, fast as they may have been, and despite the significant absence of any form of international music superstardom, the 30 years since the pact have been exciting, meaningful and largely happy ones. How I wish I could zip into the past, and reassure teenage me of that.
Secondly, as I rebook yet another “not polo field” birthday appointment with Chary - and various celebrations with other friends I’ve known for 30 years or more - it occurs to me that time may fly by and the world as we know it may change, but there will always be people in your life who remain constant. And for that, I am truly grateful.
I decided to try out that new Jelly Q&A social app everyone’s talking about, mainly because I thought the logo was kind of cute. I’m really cheap that way, sad to say.
Yes. This pulled me in.Cheap, I tell you.
It certainly wasn’t because I needed another social network-type thing to spend time on. Time, btw, that really would be better spent doing other, significantly more productive things. But whatevs, right?
Anyway, try it I did. It’s pretty simple to use. Just sign up using your Facebook or Twitter account (or both) and then basically all you do is either ask a question…(you need to attach a picture to it, for some reason)…
or answer a question…
Since it’s new, it’s kind of obvious that people are still just trying it out, so a lot of the questions are pretty silly, or asking just for the sake of asking, or poorly disguised marketing ploys (bleh). Some are quite interesting/entertaining though (I really was all for buying that sequined hat up there, for example :)) so it’s worth swiping through the ones you don’t care about to get to the good ones.
It’s also pretty thrilling when you start to get answers.
AHA! An answer!
FUN! It’s a little bit like Instagram but all questions, with the answers in separate “cards” instead of a comments section. Very simple and sleek. And because the pics/questions are presented one by one (you just swipe to get the next one) and not in “feed” or “long downward stream” format, everything loads pretty quickly, even on a mobile data connection (Globe Powersurf in my case) — so it’s a good way to kill time no matter where you might be.
So… keep or kill?
Hmmm. As fun and potentially addictive as this app might be (once they figure out a way to classify questions according to topic or location or whatever) I’m afraid I’ll have to go with KILL.
Unless you’re a super needy question-asker and your friends are not enough for you in terms of answers and opinions… or you’re an incorrigible know-it-all or the internet equivalent of that annoying kid in school who’s forever raising her hand…
…there’s nothing you can achieve here that you can’t on the social network/s you’re already on.
That is all. But hey, feel free to try it out for yourself and disagree. Let me know what you think! :)
Weekend Project: Spaghetti Aglio Olio e Peperoncino
So umm.. confession time. Today’s weekend project was actually supposed to be an energy-efficient refrigerator revamp based on a cool infographic I saw on Digital Trends… but since I didn’t have much in the fridge to rearrange, that was pretty much a bust.
So instead I decided to work on my Spaghetti Aglio Olio e Peperoncino recipe again — partly because I can never seem to get it to taste like the stuff I get in restaurants… and partly because it was the only thing (aside from steamed broccoli) that my pathetic pantry had ingredients for.
Anyway, yippee!! I think I’m getting there! It’s still not quite exactly like the ones at my favorite restaurants, but it’s finally good enough so that I don’t actually need to go to a restaurant to get my fix. If you’d like to try it out, here’s what you’ll need. (This should be good enough for 2 people — or one glutton).
1/2 package spaghetti
About 2-3 cups broth to cook the spaghetti in (I just threw a chicken cube into the water I cooked the pasta in)
4 (or more, up to you) Tbsp Extra Virgin Olive Oil
5 (or more, up to you) cloves garlic, smashed or in slivers
1/2 teaspoon dried chili pepper flakes (I use this one from VL Farms. It’s pretty potent so use with caution or else your head might implode or something)
Pinch of salt (I used mushroom salt, but any will do)
Bring the pot of broth to a boil. Once boiling, add spaghetti and cook until al dente. (Please note, it MUST be al dente, or else BLECCH). Save about 1/3 cup of the pasta broth before you drain the pasta. Set both noodles and reserve broth aside for a bit.
In a large saucepan, heat up your olive oil a bit, then add the garlic. Lower the flame so you can keep the garlic in there, flavoring the oil as long as possible without turning brown. (Important: Don’t let the garlic turn brown or burn!!)
Once garlic starts turning golden, add a pinch of salt and the chili flakes and stir. Then add the saved pasta broth to the saucepan (it’ll go whooosh! rather satisfyingly), mix, mix, then let it heat up again for a few seconds, then add in the noodles and stir everything so the noodles are coated in your wonderfully garlicky and spicy flavored oil. Mmmmmm….
Umm, please note this is not what I made today. Sorry, I ate it before I remembered to photograph .. because you really should eat the spaghetti right away. This photo is from cannamela.it but I swear mine looked just like it.)
Anyway, enjoy! If you have some other secret ingredient or trick to make this even better, let me know! Cheers!