Wanted: Fairy Godmother / Genie to grant wishes ^_^

Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road along

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
(Don't Know Why- Norah Jones)

I'm not getting all emotional Okay? I love that song, it's so mellow, something i'd like

to listen to as I lie down by sandy shores of the beach... (Dream Over)
Unfortunately, I have yet to set foot on the beach, so yeah, I'm stuck with dreaming my days away, waking up at three in the afternoon and playing Sims. It doesn't sound completely pathetic, I mean, I am getting a lot of R&R (too much actually) I think it's about time to spice things up- don't you agree???

Gawd it would be so simple if there were actually Fairy Godmothers and Genies- ugh! drat! Does wishing on a star work? Oh well... here goes

Summer Wish List:
1. Go to the beach
2. Have an adventure out of Cebu (ha! I wish)
3. Buy new bathing suit preferably something that can fit my well proportioned behind! (haha) baby's got back - quite proud of it too.
4. Purchase new camera to capture my summer escapades.(c/o Father hahaha)
5. Not to resemble a piece of coal when I'm done with my summer adventures (I'll be so dark joy, no one's gonna marry me)- inside joke-
6. Emmm... would it be so bad if I get to spend a couple of days (a week) perhaps- away from home? Yeah, that would be awesome. Maybe to some resort or an island far from Cebu (again, I wish!) I'll be lucky if my mother won't attach a tracking device on my leg if I get that chance to leave wahahaha (joke mother)
7. To overindulge myself with all the loitering and lounging around at the beach, at home, and the mall to the point that I will be begging to start working coz I'll be so sick of being a bum.

that is basically what I can think of at the moment. Actually, if anybody can throw in a trip to Paris for me- I'll probably be so insanely happy I would sing (ha! not bloody likely) but yes, it's possible.
I wish I had Timmy Turner's Godparents, Wanda and Cosmo (Fairly Odd Parents of Nickelodeon). They make his life incredibly- exciting?. Double drat!

Oh well... I can always improvise. I'll get a bucket of water sprinkle some salt in it, dip my feet in and- Voila! I have- salty water... (in comes the sound of crickets)
in the words of Homer Simpson... DOH!
Simon Cowel: that was pathetic!
Paula: stutters then claps
Randy: That was not HOT dawg!
haha I'm nuts

Alright, got any better ideas hmmmmmmmm?

*I should really stop talking to myself

Hi I'm trishiee and I'm an addict :)

Hi! yes, I'm finally admitting that I have a problem- several in fact.
Here it goes: I am addicted to SIMS 2 (Other addictions include: Coke (Coca-Cola) Ice Tea (Nestea) Reading Novels (Lots of them), Food and many more. That's right, I'm an addict, but this recent addiction is something at has me in its grips... I can't help it! and I'm not ashamed to say, that the moment I wake up, before I put on my make-up... I run to the computer (hoping against miserable hope that I'm the first to get there) on account of the fact that I wake up at around 3 in the afternoon, and if my sister is in school (Velez Nursing) I only have to worry about my brother hogging the blasted comp... (Sigh) However, today victory was mine! even though I woke up at noon I was quite pleased to know that nobody was using the computer ha! I know I sound demented, babbling about some game, but really, it's fun and very addictive.
"Sims" coming from the word Simulation, as in, a simulation of everyday life. You get to control people- in a way you're kind of like God, you get to create a Sim (how they look and you get to dress em' up), pick their aspiration (in their world their lives revolve around a common theme that will determine their happiness and career path, something like that) there are 5 aspirations to choose from: Love, Family, Money, Knowledge, and Popularity.
Right now I'm controlling what used to be a couple Zachary and Jordan Green the dude is into knowledge and the girl is interested in having a family. In an interesting twist of fate, Jordan wanted to have a baby (you sort of gain rewards if you acquire the "wants" or "desires" of your Sim) SO...(through the miracle of computer simulation... or what they call WOoHoo they had a baby. I named her Jarin, (Ok, it doesn't sound like a normal name, but it was the name that popped into my head).
It's fun, Jordan had morning sickness and everything. When Jarin was born, I had to feed her, change diapers, potty train, teach her how to walk, and etc.
She quickly grew into a toddler, then a preschool kid, and now she's a teen. She's dating this guy named Remington (he refused to kiss her on the first date). Right now, Jarin is pretty much like every teenager (she likes to be with Remi a lot, they're going steady) they like to kiss and stuff (but not WoOHoo) hahaha!
It's odd seeing life laid out like that- you're born, become a toddler (learn to walk, talk, and get potty trained), you go on to going to school (studying, meeting friends, getting good/bad grades), become a teen (have pimples, be attracted to guys/girls, you date around etc.), grow up to be an adult (work, meet someone, get engaged, married have kids), grow old and then POOF! the Grim Reaper shows up.
That's life in a nutshell, of course in the world of the Sims there's a twist, you get to stop time and prevent your Sims from aging (there's this elixir that you get them to drink to make them age slower). I didn't want Jordan and Zach to age, so they pretty much look the same when I first made them. I'm allowing Jarin to age though. I'm planning to let her mature into an adult, and start the whole cycle again (except her parents will be immortal) muhaha.
Do I sound like a geek? I sound like Bon (~.~) when he spouts his enthusiastic narration about RF- getting killed, being outnumbered, finding armor and stuff. What does RF mean? beats me, (I never got around to ask) haha! I'm guilty of spacing out when he starts talking about it (sorry dude). I have perfected the nod and smile approach when he talks about things that I genuinely have no idea about- I try to understand, but sometimes it sounds like Quantum Physics to me (I don't even know what that is)- sorry again dude haha!
So there you have it, I'm an addict... Today I played for 10 hours- I think (I didn't take a bath- err I forgot) haha! mucho gross! but I still smell like roses haha!

Gawd is that a collective gasp from the audience? You are actually chanting? Is that an uproar in the crowd? What a chaotic protest, yes, I get it, you're telling me to step away from the computer and douse my head with icy water... Alright, alright... Now, I'm kind of Schizophrenic huh? hearing voices.. tsk...tsk...
Oops... my hygiene meter is turning orange... must run and draw myself a bath...
Au revoir!

Crystal Ball

It's officially summer (for me) no more work ^_^ I get to be a bum for a couple of weeks till I find the "perfect job" or get hired by the right organization / company. I have made up my mind, in a way with regards to my career path, I just don't know if that's the job that I will get. I'm being vague. Enough about that, I don't want to bore you with desultory thoughts about my future.
Here's a funny story, out or sheer curiosity, I sort of contacted this psychic / numerologist/ tarot reader via email- it was a quest to get a glimpse of my hmmm... destiny?
I know it sounds ridiculous, but I like to keep an open mind about this stuff, though the Catholic faith frowns upon that kind of "nonsense" I just thought "hey, why not, right?" trying won't kill me.
So I sent the pertinent information about myself (date of birth, email, and all that) I then received an email telling me that my "reading" would be sent in 48 hours.
So today, I checked my mail and there it was, I read it and I was astounded by it.
Okay, I honestly did not understand some of the stuff that was on it. What I got was that I have this powerful aura, I am unique individual who loves to help others and there's this crucial cosmic event that will mark a very fruitful moment in my life. It said that I should grab every opportunity that comes my way, for this event will not take place till- I'm guessing the next cosmic alignment? I'm assuming it's the fabric that holds together a person's destiny/ life and this "cosmic event" is the shift of luck. Apparently, I have been very unlucky in the past, and in 72 days; my luck is about to change... From my general impression of the reading, I presumed that my future looks bright...
According to the email, I will be given a job offer that will satisfy my own expectations and goals, not only that, it will boost my career growth and financial status.
Whoa! here's the catch though, to be able to know the what, who, when and where (in short, the full details of my reading) I will have to pay 60 dollars through VISA or some credit card that I unfortunately do not have in my possession. Bummer!
It does sound rather enticing huh? To be aware of what moves to make, what kind of paths to take. That does lessen the possibility of error right? I don't think so.
Although, it would be nice to know all those details about my future- think about it, I won't have to be in the doldrums about finding a job, cause evidently I'm all set... dare I purchase the complete reading.
It's funny... not the reading, I'm sure the astrologer had very good intentions and I have no doubt in my mind that she is an authentic psychic (or is that my idealism talking?) there are quacks out there mouthing the most absurd predictions, but I think this psychic is one of the good ones.
Digressing aside, I think at present I will eschew the option of knowing about my future. It could be a wise or foolish move on my part, but I think I'll make things up as I go along... winging it, as it were.
I mean, if we were meant to know about every move we make in our lives, I guess we should have come out of the womb with an instructional manual of some sort right?
Astrology, Tarot readings and etc. are not entirely false or true. I think they serve as a guide. The choice is always up to the person in the end...
Maybe when I do have the argent (money) or the guts, I will contact that psychic again and get my full report. I don't have the courage to peek into the crystal ball and see what lies ahead of me.
Right, now I think it's better not to know. Ignorance is bliss after all.
hmmm... but still, I wonder if my future would involve a trip to France or Italy? Better yet, will I finally save the fishes in the ocean?
One can only hope that my future will be that promising...

What Time Is it?....Summertime!

School's out scream and shout...

Yes, we all know the words to the rather famous "High School Musical" song (sad to say I'm tired of hearing it) but I think it's appropriate to use for this particular "blog" entry.
I want my summer to start, well, technically summer has started, but I have yet to scratch one last thing off my list- the thesis contest. At least it will be over tomorrow, I'm hearing the hallelujah chorus now as I'm typing...
I mean, come on, summer is about going to the beach or packing your bags to go off to some exotic island/country... right? Anyhoo, for the past 2 / 3 weeks after graduation, the only thing that was on my mind was to get the thesis contest thing over with- it's the OCD (sadly it keeps me up at night).
This is how it works: normal individuals can shrug off a pressing matter (say, a project or a deadline) and I don't know, worry about it at a more convenient time? at the very last minute perhaps? (does mañana habit ring a bell?). Yeah that's right, but for me? it doesn't work that way. The thought of a deadline or assignment bugs me relentlessly! I have to get it done right away or else I won't get any peace at all (this is one of the characteristics of a person with OCD or perhaps just the OC part).
Apparently I thrive on work, I live for it (I just discovered this) I tend to set aside "fun time" to work- nuts right?
Quel dommage! Yeah, it drives me insane half the time, but look what I have to show for my "workaholic" mode- our thesis was entered for this contest in school, something about "best thesis" yada yada... Ah... and here I thought I was finally going to be divorced from my thesis- curses!
Don't get me wrong, my thesis was very interesting, but I've worked on it since...June? I (we) went through proposal, revisions, and of course the defense! After all that, I think (assumed) that it was about time to spend some time apart from it (I was wrong).
It's no big deal really... it just kind of kept me up at night- thinking about what would happen, what the judges are going to ask, etc. it's like the defense all over again, but this time (gasp!) there will be more people involved.
Wait a sec... now that I'm written / typed this- it doesn't sound too bad.. ha! yes, I'm neurotic sometimes (or maybe all the time???) hmm....
Oh well, after tomorrow I will finally be able to put the thesis to bed. It'll rest with my other books to gather dust, until the day that I will probably need it again or pick it up and show it to my kids or grandkids (that is, if I'm sane enough to have kids).

What time is it?
Summertime
It's MY vacation
What time is it?
Party time
That's right, say it loud

Ewww... but yeah, that's the whole shebang. I so want to go to the beach!!!!!

A Family Portrait (of betrayal, politics, and greed)

"One can make this generalization about men: they are ungrateful, fickle, liars, and deceivers, they shun danger and are greedy for profit; while you treat them well, they are yours. They would shed their blood for you, risk their property, their lives, their children, so long, as I said above, as danger is remote; but when you are in danger they turn against you."
-- Niccolo Machiavelli

Ain't that the truth?

A Family is is like a valuable painting. Portraits/ pictures have a way of lying, much like da Vinci's Mona Lisa. For like every other portrait, it has a hidden story to tell. And like everything else in this world, it is not immune to the forces of nature. Beneath its veneer of perfection, time will play its part in eating away at the portrait's overall beauty. Dust, humidity and age will contribute to the irreparable damage... without proper care, the portrait will rot. Much like a family: without real affection, communication, understanding, and teamwork. Time will take its toll on them during times of adversity. When that happens, whatever bond that was there, will be severed.
I say this without a trace of hatred or spite- we are not a family any more, we are merely individuals who conveniently live in the same house and share the same last name.
We are a huge family after all, yep, a huge family who loves to wage war against each other over... hmmm... politics? money? BOTH!!!.
I suppose I should say "relatives" rather than family, since the 5 of us, my parents, my brother, sister, and moi- we don't actually enjoy this rather ridiculous war of the words, regrettably, we just get dragged into it.
I'm not going to tell the whole sordid tale of the power struggle and greed lust that has become the obsession of my other relatives. I am merely going to state it in fairly simple terms that I am sick and tired of all this merde! (yes, I am swearing in French, it's less vulgar for those who have no idea what it means)
I have been a witness to the most appalling things that in a way has made me this raving cynic when it comes to clutching onto the hope of finding some "good" things/people left in the world. I mean, how can you trust other people when you can't even trust the individuals in your own family (relatives)? How insane is that?

What is it about this war on politics? As my late grandfather would say: "Politicians make the wrong things in life seem right. The crooked, straight. and lies into truth" something like that. Now that guy was a saint. Well, in my humble opinion- he was a saint. I really don't get it, how could a wonderful man have such power hungry siblings? maybe not all his siblings, and here's another thing, their own offspring have that same hunger for power... Is that a genetic mutation of some sort or have these individuals become tainted by the perverse forces of the world? The latter seems like a more logical explanation than the former, I suppose.
I do not hate my relatives, I actually pity them. I have realized that money is not the most important thing in the world. True, it gives you power and it buys you a lot of things, but it also eats at your soul- in such a way that you want MORE, MORE, MORE.
Not a lot of people become so corrupt when they have money, but it is quite a sight to see the individuals who let their wealth seep into their egos. Individuals who behave like peacocks flaunting their wealth, strutting around like the world should marvel at them in their glittery garb.
There was a time when we struggled financially about 2years ago. I sat in our living room and it was pitch black, why? we didn't get to pay the electricity bill. We lived for 3 days in constant darkness. I didn't mind, what troubled me was our other relatives who lived a floor below us and the others who lived nearby didn't even bat an eyelash at us. Nobody ran to the rescue save for one Uncle. I wasn't mad, it just taught me that there are just individuals who are apathetic and well, selfish. Now, of course the tables have turned, these individuals love to run to us for help. I really don't mind helping them. I just get this little treacherous voice in my head that relentlessly chants "where the h*ll were you when we needed you?". But then, we help anyway. Not because we want them to OWE us a favor or for us to receive any kind of GENEROSITY award- we just want to HELP, because that's what the great Eddie C. taught my mother. That is what my parents instilled in us, to help others in need regardless if they deserve it or not, regardless if we won't get anything out of it. The act should always be genuine sans regret or begrudging the whole thing.
Here's the funny effect though, in the case of Ivan Pavlov, he conditioned his dogs to salivate when they hear the bell ring- it's a psych thing (search: Classical Conditioning). Anyway, in our case, we have CONDITIONED our relatives to beg (I'm still figuring out the root stimulus that causes them to beg).
Again, I bear no hatred or bitterness towards my relatives. What for right? Truthfully, right now I'm damned pleased with myself. I just graduated College and well, nobody is going to rain on my parade!
This whole rant session is long overdue anyway. This is years and years of pent up frustrations. I thought I buried it long ago, but the events following last October's local elections has roused the bloody beast- and well, the relatives are at it again with their mud throwing. SERIOUSLY can't we all just get along?
How do you change rotten people? I remember the Ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Future in Charles Dicken's 'A Christmas Carol' who appeared to compel a rotten Ebenezer Scrooge to change did the trick. Hmmm... do we have a ghost of Past, Present and Future elections? cause if there was such a thing, I'd like it to visit some of my relatives and scare the Ebenezer Scrooge out of them. Bah Humbug to reality. Tis true, reality bites!
I wish to appeal to the better nature of my relatives. Speak to them. Pick their brains or at least throw Freud at them and go "How do you feel?".
My intention was never to offend anybody through this little rant fest. Okay, I'm sure some sensitive people will think "Where did I get the cajones (balls) to write this?" other than being the spawn of my mother? I've got balls and then some!
This is my Catharsis my dear relatives (if some of you happen to read this) deal with it. I don't want to pay for therapy so this will have to do .