Media Log #5

For the past four weeks, my block and I were tasked to write short and personal essays about given topics per week.  Starting off the Media Logs was the topic about Educational technology. The article I chose to write about for the first Media Log was something a bit more different than others. There are tons of articles proposed about the benefits of technology in education but not really much about the bad effects and irrelevance. It was a challenge for me to write this Media Log since it was personally the opposite of what I feel towards technology.

I was instantly hit with nostalgia on the second Media Log. The topic was all about commercials and the one I chose was the local version of Coke's "I Wish" ad. I used to sing the song sung on the commericial, "Sana", a lot when I was a kid. I love the message it gave off and it is truly a classic commercial for many Filipinos.

Little Fatty was my choice for the third Media Log which was about viral photos. The meme is one of the most famous and seeing the photo of Little Fatty makes me smile. Billions--yes, billions--find the photo hilarious but I think Little Fatty has the last laugh of all since all the attention made him a sensation in his homeland of China.

The fourth was about movie trailers. I had to write this Media Log twice since there is a difference between describing how amazing The Devil Wears Prada is and how its trailer justified that. I thought the trailer did its part but then I'm just biased; I love the movie so much.

Overall, I enjoyed writing all three Media Logs despite each having a certain degree of difficulty to deal with like how to make my first Media Log convincing to having absolutely no idea on how to write the 4th Media Log due to no internet(Thanks, Glenda), it was an awesome experience. It was a breather from the strict form of academic writing that pretty much dominate our ENGLCOM.

Letter to My Future Partner

Okay. This is another product of boredom. But ya know, I recently saw my "Letter to my Future Children" post from last year and I just thought how cool it would be to write this:

Dear Future Partner,

                    It's funny I'm writing this when I'm not exactly sure who you really are. You could be someone from around here or maybe someone I've been in the same room before but never noticed. You could be from some other city or maybe even in another country. Maybe we've met but I haven't remembered or you could be anyone I know...

                     Whoever you are, you must be unaware of this letter I'm making for you which you might read long after we meet and become a couple.

                     You must know that I'm an emotional wreck. Like a train colliding to another train in times of hardships and problems. Or maybe for absolutely no reason at all; I am that messed up. But you probably accepted me despite of that. Despite the fact I can cry an ocean or have an anger that causes the earth to shake. And you probably are the reason I'm sane, calm, collected. I know I will reach that point that emotions won't get the best of me, just because you're there for me. Always.

                  You also have a clue about my past. Please bear in mind that I've been through countless rejections for something that I never consciously brought myself to. I know people who just slam doors on me just for the fact I wasn't rich or I came from a broken home. You make me believe that there's really someone who can see beyond my skeletons.

                I really admire you a lot, even if I have yet to meet you. I can be weird. I can be happy-go-lucky. I can be the party-pooper. I can be over-dramatic. But you put up with that. You must be a superhero or something. When most guys have a standard of what they look for in their partners, you settle for me with no complaints(hopefully). Wow, man. I'm so lucky.

                 I have always wondered what you find irresistible in me. Why you chose me over billions of girls. Why you choose to stick out with some piece of crap like me. Why you choose to spend the rest of your life with me. And maybe then I'll know and realize that waiting for the answer along with you saying it will be worth it.

                  I just want to say please, please take care of me well like how I'll be that doting partner to you. I will support you in your dreams and goals. I  don't see myself as that stereotypical housewife, but I will show my love in any way I could. I'll even cook for you, too. Haha. But seriously, I'll be loyal and faithful to you. And I would love and care for you and accept whoever you are because I know I have met the one person who is truly meant for me.

                  I find it amusing that I'm writing this letter in a stage where I'm working to reach my goals because years from now, I'll be thinking about what's best for the both of us or maybe for the family we'll make together. Maybe when that time comes, we both have reached our goals and are ready to think of US and our future.

                  What I find equally amusing is the fact that in case you actually do read this years from now, it actually is possible that there is this person who loves me no matter what. Who loves every little quirk and part of me. I find it hard to believe and it is kinda stupid to write this because I'll never know what tomorrow might bring, but if you are real...damn, I'm so lucky. And I'd do my best to make you feel as lucky as I do. :)

With love,
Gillian Mercado Cortez-(insert your last name...in case we actually got married :D)

Long Absence

I know. I've been gone for a loooong time. And I sincerely apologize for that. Why you ask was I gone for a long time and not updating this blog?

Some reasons(if not excuses)are:

 1. Blogger HANGS A LOT. I CANNOT STAND IT.

 2. I've been kinda lazy :P

3...Well..Not really, since I update in my other blog more.

4. Something called "School" came up

5...And then suddenly, a thing called "Summer"

6. I've been uninspired lately by pop culture(the main topics of main blog entries).

But recently, the MET Gala happened and I realized for the first time since I had this blog, I'm not writing about it. It sucks. It made me realize that what a baaad blogger I am for not updating at all here.I totally lost my commitment to this one thing that meant so much to me.

I should've updated more often but better late than never, right? Hopefully, before school comes, I hope I could update more often here. I just have to. I miss writing about certain topics rather than anything up from my personal life(which my other blog consists of).

So, watch out for my irrelevant remarks on anything now. I am so back :D

Perfect for Prom

My Prom will be in less than two months. While I have a dress that I'm 50% sure that I will wear, it won't hurt too look for some Prom dress inspirations. :D

I remember watching this episode of Gossip Girl and simply falling in love with Blair's whole look. She definitely fits as Prom Queen especially in the arms of Nate, the Prom King. Her dress is so marvelous! It's Marchesa so meaning not only is it One-of-a-kind and you won't run into anyone wearing the same dress like ever, it's damn expensive. Sigh. I wish I was a made-up Rich Upper East Side High School Queen Bee like Blair.

Jenny wears the best outfits in Gossip Girl(especially in the latter seasons) so it's no surprise that I really loved this dress on her from Andrew Gn. When I first saw it, it made my jaw drop. It was breathtaking and unique and very Jenny so that means it's very me(minus the social climbing and losing my virginity to Chuck Bass part).

Her whole look in her Cotillion ball was also fantastic. Love the mixture of the romantic and formal black dress and her tough leather hand gloves. My dress in prom is also this formal black dress that falls above the ankles and probably I might steal Jenny's look here.

Anne Hathaway in the Les Miserable premiere. One word: WOW. The black Tom Ford Gown and shoes. OMG. THE SHOES! I would totally wear that. Her look is sexy without the bastos factor, which is perfect for prom. It's like she has this huge injury in the leg that has black bandages wrapped around it, but gorge nonetheless. BONUS: I MIGHT HELP OUT IN CLEANING AFTER THE PROM THANKS TO THAT GARBAGE BAG ON THE BACK OF THAT DRESS. ;D

 

Kate Blanchett in Alexander McQueen. Very futuristic and unusual which I think is great for Prom. I don't know how you can sit in that, but the length and cut of this is great for dancing the whole night long. Imagine if my date(if ever I have one!)twirls me while I'm wearing this. Talo pa ang Disco ball sa akin!

Kate Middleton in Jenny Packham. My darling Blair also wore a dress similar to this in an episode of GG but I loved this look on Kate better. It looks so beautiful. She's so beautiful. And the hair and makeup is a complete contrast to the sparkly pink and silver oeverload of the dress because it's natural and effortless.

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 Confession: It's like this secret dream of mine to wear a tux to Prom or any event that screams ballgowns. No. I am not lesbo. I just think the androgyny of wearing a suit is perfect for me because it's so unusual and modern. This classic Le Smoking jacket and trousers from Yves Saint Laurent is the one I had in mind.(Wala lang. Waiter lang ang peg)

That, or something like Kim Kardashian's here.

New Year

Whenever a New Year comes, I always look back at what I did the whole year. Did I improve for the better or the worse? Where there events that just struck me hard? Did I meet anyone who affected me somehow?

Most especially, I ask myself did my life change in some way?

I always hate looking back at this year with what-ifs. There were things that happened to me that I never wanted to happen. There were things I did that I wish I never did and there were things I said I wish I never said.

I hate looking back at every mistake because I know I would never go back in time and make them over.

But the New Year means new possibilities. It means I have the chance to make myself a better person than I was in 2012.

I should stop thinking about all the bad stuff of 2012 and instead cherish the good memories. Stuff—whether grand or simple—worth looking back at with a smile and thinking, “Hey, 2012 wasn’t bad after all.”

Happy New Year, guise. :)

picture: tarafirma

The Price of Being Personal

Hey guys. Sorry for the super duper long delay of posts in this blog. It's just I've been more active in my personal Tumblr which is so much like my online diary to the point I talk about personal stuff like my crush and enemies and my past. Technically, it's a place where I pour my soul into when I couldn't in my everday life.

But isn't it stupid you would probably think. What if some person comes across my online diary and reads my whole soul there? And doesn't it defeat the purpose of secrecy, revealing personal things in the world wide web? Maybe. But in my opinion, I feel much better typing about it rather than keeping a diary or journal for reasons I can't explain. Somehow, with all the personal stuff I write I want them to be heard even if I keep them from the rest of the world when I'm out with people.

It's a risk, too. I once wrote about how much I had some problems with some people in school and after a while, those people confronted to me about it. About how they found that blog of mine, I would never know. They never told me anyway. But the thing is since I am a bit reserved to myself about how I feel towards other people, I give it all out on my blog.

Also, some people in school read about my love life. Something so personal yet I reveal so much in my blog. But not too much. Just stuff that seems relevant to me. I write mostly about the guy I like or sometimes, about guys I've liked in the past. No matter how much I keep stuff like that a mystery in school, the persons who read about it will tend to ask who is it I'm referring to which is something I try to escape since I detail sometimes some kilig incidents(but I never reveal names. WTH would I do that?Haha).

Everything in the internet is written in ink. Even if I delete whatever I wrote in the past, it will always leave a mark somehow. I am now careful about what I write...er, type pala. About people. About incidents. About everything. Sure, it feels good to type out what happened in your day or how you feel but sometimes, there are things that are meant to keep to yourself whether it's that uber kilig moment with your crush or how much you loathe someone. :)

Hate on Me

To be honest, there are more people who don’t like me in school than those who like me. And I’m not a bitch to begin with.

 

Why would anyone hate me? I guess I’m just not like everyone in school. I don’t watch what they watch. I don’t listen to their kind of music. I don’t spend my time doing things I’m not supposed to do. And I definitely don’t speak the way they do.

I get the term “weird” from them like all the fucking time. Why? I like being weird but what these people mean when they use it on me is so wrong. It’s meant negatively. Just because I like bands they’ve never even heard of or would rather listen to the teacher’s lectures instead of flirting with my classmates or never even had a boyfriend doesn’t make me bad. If you are smart enough to know, it’s the opposite. Do I really have to do bad just to get on the good side of people in my school?

Sometimes, I wonder if it’s just me. My siblings blame me a lot for the majority of hate I get. I just don’t adapt or even try to fit in. They tell me to try to alter my personality or my differences a bit. Don’t stand out too much. I call that “being plastic”. I don’t even try to stand out but I guess that just comes because I’m not like everyone.

Admittedly, I sometimes cry when I think of the taunts or reception I get in school. And they just get worse day by day. But most people are ignorant AND arrogant in that wasteland. I can’t change that. If people waste their time obsessing on what I am not, it’s their problem, not mine. I like who I am. At least I’m not slutty or lazy or cheap.

So…yeah. I may have more people who don’t like me but at least those who actually do like me appreciate me for who I really am.As the late and great Kurt Cobain says, “I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.” :)

Neil Armstrong Dies at the Age of 82

Neil Armstrong, former astronaut and forever a hero, has died at the age of 82 due to complications from cardiovascular procedures.

He is also well-known for commanding the Apollo 11 mission to the moon with Michael Collins and Buzz Aldrin.

And also, he is forever marked in our minds and history books as the very first man on the moon.

"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind," he said as 600 million people watched him walk out in the moon on their televisions. 

Mr. Armstrong is also known to be a very private and humble man. He always thought that his huge accomplishments were not only that of his, but thousands as well. 

i can't help but upload another pic! He's kinda good-looking, too! ;D

May you rest in peace, Neil. :)