The 7 Crucial Characteristics of Lasting Love

Dating experts outline seven match areas to consider:

1. Physical Appearance
2. Emotional Maturity
3. Lifestyle Choices
4. Financial Compatibility
5. Value Structure
6. Marriage and Intimacy
7. Intelligence

Read more about this article (by Dee Anne Merriman) here.

I see that the author of this article used the words "dating experts." Wrong choice of words. Because if they were dating experts per se indeed, they would have had created a list based on what lasting love should exactly be like: imperfect, estranged, eccentric, unconventional that no matter how weird things are, everything just falls right into place.

Simple as that, because the boundaries of love cannot be defined by financial compatibility, similar perspectives in life, not even by marriage. Love in the first place cannot be defined at all. Everyone has his/her personal defining clinical picture of what love for him/her is.

Because at the end of the day, you'll realize that when you're about to make love with the person you're bound to be with for the rest of your lifetime, the lights are almost always turned off (loljk). So if destiny has decided that the fat person across the room whom you have never imagined to be with until your pubes had discolored and faltered, let it be. And good luck with that.

After all, a lasting relationship is never a concept of genetic compatibility--a cognitive distortion themed in the 2009 film The Invention of Lying. When Mark Bellison (Ricky Gervais), a man with nostalgic looks, extra weight and a snub fat nose, arrives to stop Anna McDoogles' (Jennifer Garner) wedding to Brad Kessler (Rob Lowe), Anna finally decided what she wants in life:

Mark Bellison: And what is that?
Anna McDoogles: I want short fat kids with snub noses!

HP G62t

In memory of sesshylover.

To all Apple fanboys and fangirls out there, don't take this personally (or maybe you should). Apple through the years has insidiously evolved from a company second only to Microsoft into a forerunner in the consumer market, both as a well-adorned household name and a coveted luxury brand.

But I cannot truly say that Steve Jobs is the mastermind behind the current I-think-the-MacBook-is-the-greatest-invention-ever cult, which has become a form of annoyance in today's society. In fact, I admire the marketing team behind Apple's very effective brainwashing strategy of magnetizing more consumers into the Macintosh realm.

The choice always depends on what the consumer thinks. And those who settle with strictly Apple products are very narrow-minded people. This statement doesn't hold any truth and is not applicable to all Apple geeks in the wild. But containing yourself with one brand option just so because you think Apple is "cool" and "kick-ass" validates the previous statement.

On the other hand, this post isn't necessarily about bashing Apple fans (maybe it was, or maybe I should write a post regarding that topic soon, loljk). As I was saying, it's my first time to write an extensive post about a gadget, of which I will be revealing in a little while (wait, post title reads HP G62t, ok fml). Because I have this covert desperation planted somewhere inside my cranial vault that I have always wanted to write feature-reviews on laptops, mobile phones, anything that can be electronically charged (vibrators excluded). But since I'm not a well-established blogger just yet, for disclaimer purposes, this post is just a test drive or rather a prelude to my future stint as a tech blogger. I even have a hypothetical domain name in mind, if ever my specific dream on this one will ever be realized. It's either Techalon.com or PlasTech.com--surreal win, don't you think?

Here's a quick spec sheet on the HP G62t:

Operating system: Windows 7 Home Premium (64-bit)
CPU: 2.13GHz Intel Core i3-330M
Hard drive size/speed: 500GB/7,200 rpm
Optical Drive: 8X DVD-Super Multi DL
Graphics/video memory: Intel GMA HD/shared
Display size/resolution: 15.6 inches/1366 x 768
Lowest selling price: $599

The HP G26t boasts excellent performance, a fast hard drive and a relatively long battery life with a luxurious attractive matte finish. And the Altec Lansing speakers are a huge plus factor.

Design-wise, the HP G26t has a marvelous matte finish, but let me warn you that the lid is made of plastic alloy (which I personally abhor). The brushed metal hinges on the other hand make the device more lucrative than its price. It's also lightweight at 5.4 pounds with a dimension of 14.7 inches x 9.7 inches and a thickness of 1.4 inch, which is a downside, but the smart design of dividing the thickness of the laptop into two hues (lower half being black) fools everyone that it seemingly appears to be half as thin as stated. And the simple elegant design makes it a (close) contemporary competitor in terms of aesthetics with the MacBook Pro's aluminum unibody.

But what I dislike the most about the G26t is the cramped keyboard, though it has a nice feel to it. The right shift key is quite small. And the trackpad can be a nuisance as well, since it's stiff, you need to apply a hefty amount of pressure to click.

The display is bright and crisp, but limited within narrow peripheral angle views because of the gloss finish (which I like aesthetically, nonetheless). The sound is quite impressive, thanks to the Altec Lansing speakers located above the keyboard. For the horsepower, the G62t has a 2.13 GHz Intel Core i3 processor, 4 GB of RAM and a 500 GB hard drive clocked at 7,200 rpm instead of 5,000 rpm--a standard for machines of similar size and price--which equates to superior and faster performance. On the other hand, the G62t only has an Integrated Intel GMA HD graphics card, a standard for notebooks of this size category. So if you're a lofty type of gamer, this wouldn't be the best machine to use to play World of Warcraft (there are more notebook options of the same price category in the market that offer better gaming experience such as the MSI A6200). Not to mention, pornographic experience may be discrete, but that depends on the user (lol).

The HP G62 is the best bargain notebook considering its soft and sophisticated design, fast performance and long battery life (4 hours on full charge) for a starting price of $599. Overall, it is has the complete package while maintaining the right amount of balance in all aspects where potential buyers are elated to receive more than what they have paid for.

Dinagyang 2011

It was an annual tradition that all our relatives from our maternal side of the family tree would come visit Iloilo during the Dinagyang Festival. But since family feuds cannot almost always be avoided, so I'm stuck in the house for the mean time.

I can still recall my elementary years. Everyone was happy. We had my two aunties' furniture shops located alongside Ledesma St. as our tambayans during the Dinagyang. And yes, I miss the fresh foul scent of humid urine in the air coming from the portable toilets mainly concentrated in Delgado and Valeria streets. And I would usually roam around the city alone stalking my then puppy crushes or breeze through the crowd and a number of streetside local retailers selling assorted souvenir items.

But here I am, perhaps my first Dinagyang at home--my final verdict as of last night considering that our furniture shops are not open today and my auntie has been hospitalized. So much for the festivity and huge celebration in the city.

On second thought, I planned to watch ASAP Rocks Iloilo--on television (please no more random-touch-my-ass-my-arms-my-almost-every-part-of-the-body crowd). And it was a good decision indeed. Not only did I have a clear view of Cristine Reyes's well-endowed breasts bouncing like there's no tomorrow, I am assured of an STD-free access all in the comforts of my sisters' bedroom.

The show had a good opening, but had failed throughout the entire length of the live event to catch my full attention. There were approximately around more or less 70 stars (although Billy Crawford had mentioned in a previous episode that they're having 103 of their Kapamilya stars this Dinagyang). Familiar faces who performed earlier in Iloilo Sports Complex include Kim Chiu, Gerald Anderson, Enchong Dee, Shaina Magdayao, Rayver Cruz and more. Toni Gonzaga and John Lloyd Cruz were absent (wtf); closet princess Piolo Pascual (played Gabriel of Noah) celebrated his birthday, alongside rising child star Xyriel Manabat (Nica of Noah), who turned seven just today.

My favorite part was seeing Bea Alonzo, Iya Villania, Karylle and Nikki Gil perform a song number (totally forgot what it was, but I'm guessing it's Rude Boy by Rihanna) in headdresses of cheerful vivid colors (see photo, right). Really glad and satisfied that their wardrobe for today's ASAP episode was themed under the festival. On the other hand, what surprised me the most was the huge crowd of approximately 50,000 Ilonggos who attended the live event. When John Prats quickly interviewed one lucky girl from the audience near the VIP section, he was at a near hostile situation where endearing barbaric fans were pulling his shirt like some sort of vortex (or a plausible hungry vaginal opening suffering from a worst case of vaginismus) that sucked everything that comes across its path, fortunately though, he survived.

The top 5 candidates of Miss Dinagyang 2011 were also featured during the last segment of the show, and may I also note that the reigning crowned Ati queen isn't cunningly beautiful as I expected (maybe she won because of her tribu-inspired exotic beauty). She even barely knew how to move her hips during their dance number with Sam Milby--Pokwang could have done a better job. Miss Dinagyang 2011, btw, is just 17 years old and currently studying AB English in our university (WVSU).

7 pm tonight is the awarding for the street dance competition for both the Kasadyahan and Dinagyang. I'm not really interested since I wasn't able to wake up early this morning to watch the live coverage of the 12 competing tribus in the first place. Plus, I have a lot of crap to study about tonight (NUR205 and Nursing Elective midterm examinations tomorrow), which I haven't basically started yet. 

Hope everyone enjoyed their lively and festive weekend! :)

Happy Dagyang, Ilonggos!

The Dinagyang is a religious and cultural festival in Iloilo City, Philippines held on the fourth Sunday of January, or right after the Sinulog In Cebu and the Ati-Atihan in Aklan. It is held both to honor the Santo Niño and to celebrate the arrival on Panay of Malay settlers and the subsequent selling of the island to them by the Atis.

Coco Martin in Iloilo City

Considering that today is perhaps the biggest Dinagyang celebration of the city, I wasn't really in the festive mood, but I still had enough volume of strength to pull myself together and go along with my friends' desperate attempts to see Coco Martin (see photo below, right) live in ABS-CBN's Kapamilya Karavan Event held at Robinsons Iloilo Car Park.

I'm really not a fan of Coco Martin, despite his very high remark as an actor (Best Actor in Gawad Urian 2010, KBP Golden Dove Awards 2010, and PMPC Star Awards for Television). Maybe it was his poor English intonation that turned off some potential fans. I, for one, disparage local actors who are just bad in English. Take for instance, Maja Salvador. But then again, their commendable--even exceptional--acting chops make up for their lack of acceptable communication skills in the English language.

And yes, we waited for four miserable hours just to see him sing a couple of songs (some were out of tune, no offense to Coco Martin fans). It was already evening when the main event (featuring other Kapamilya stars as well: Gerald Anderson, Ron Morales and Maricar Reyes) started, and the crowd was congested--and intoxicating if you're below 5'5'' when everyone's post-Kasadyahan stench have chemically combined to produce quite a nauseating gas. Also take note that it was a spurring struggle just to maintain balance when some fan girls in all directions have evolved into violent boisterous Coco Martin-I-fucking-want-to-strip-off-your-shirt barbarians when the said actor had appeared in the scene.

And I think I have chlamydia already. It's not even precipitated by any sexual contact.

We left without seeing the other local celebrities mentioned above perform. Nonetheless, it was a life-learning experience, that I should never--ever--attend such events if I still wish to be STD-free for the next few months. Not unless if Maxene Magalona's going to have a mall tour in Iloilo City :)

The Tourist: Film Review

With so much star appeal coupled with a blockbuster trailer, one would have been compelling enough to believe that The Tourist is one of those good movies with an ecstatic thriller plot and a star-studded cast, all set in beautiful Venice.

But trust me, The Tourist, like Life As We Know It, makes no effort in disappointing fans, all the more if you were an avid Angelina Jolie follower or a desperate Johnny Depp fan girl.

Somehow, every time a plan of watching a certain film showing in SM City Iloilo Cinema pushes through, it would almost always be likely dichotomous, either that it would turn out to be a good film or a bad one. And definitely, The Tourist is, with all decent vocabularies, a failure in all aspects, except for Angelina Jolie's make-up.

First and foremost, the plot of the film mixes superficiality and a wrong strategy of fooling people into thinking that the storyline is deep and confusing. Well in terms of confusion, it was, especially in the ending, where math teacher Frank Tupelo (Depp) was revealed to be Alexander Pearce, the main mystery man of the film. Instead of having to succumb the big twist, I found myself in a mental daze, thinking: What the fuck? I was referring to the scene (before the revelation) wherein Angelina Jolie mouths the words 'I love you' to Depp while they were in a marginally fatal situation of nearly getting killed by the villainous Reginald Shaw (Steven Berkoff). Worse, the scene was played in slow motion.

Despite the fact that Jolie's character, Elise Clifton-Ward, was remarkably captivating, the high level of elegance she exudes with every pace and stance matches the degree of failure her character has contributed to the film, which also includes the scene where Jolie enters dramatically to rescue Depp, being dressed inappropriately (a fancy hooded cape) while driving a speed boat in the midnight Venetian canals. And with that, I personally admit that Angelina Jolie truly deserved to be nominated for Best Actress Comedy in the Golden Globes.

Overall, I didn't appreciate the film. It was generally tacky, the plot very unripe, slow and morbidly shallow with no conviction, and there was an evident lack of chemistry between the two lead actors. The only positive concept within the film was strictly limited to Angelina Jolie's hair, make-up and wardrobe. But her flaccid English accent seemed to convey that Angelina Jolie's role was no more but an exotic British femme walking around Venice as if she were in a perfume commercial.

As for Johnny Depp, his performance was direly good, but not engaging nor eccentrically pleasing--or simply, an ill-fitted role. But everyone who agrees with me is certain that it was one of his most poorly receptive and negatively critiqued roles in film history.

This is for everyone, especially to those who have had their hearts shattered, don't give up yet. To those who have had their facial bones shattered, don't give up yet. To bitter singles, don't give up yet. To bitter virgins, don't give up yet--unless it's been seven years since college graduation, and you find you're self still untouched and unscrewed, well better give up and get yourself a hooker. To those who have unwanted pregnancies, don't give up on those pills yet. To those who have expressive aphasia, don't give up yet even when everyone around you has already. To those who are only beautiful on the inside, don't give up yet. And to everyone else who is struggling, in pain, in jeopardy, at great risk of contacting STD, fat and delusional, don't give up because sometimes, an intact determination and a simple prayer make a potent combination to achieve what your heart yearns for.

Late

I feel so chill. Period.

Despite the school load and all the crap that needs reading tonight, I am ironically calm, too calm that it makes me wonder if this is a normal physiologic reaction. Normal or not, it's official. I don't give a fuck about exams. HA. And I guess everyone else in our batch is having similar premonitions; well, almost.

Nonetheless, I'm not at all that bothered. And I'll likely end up sleeping lol. K but then again, rereading the above statements stimulated my conscience into sending neural transmissions full of profanity to my frontal lobe, "What the fuck are you doing?" Like a perpetuating mental war, I'm stuck within a very sticky situation that heeds an urgent decision of choosing between procrastination and responsibility. It's very confusing I tell you. And equally difficult and life-threatening, as well. It's like being made to choose between fucking before studying or studying before fucking. Both options are somewhat synonymous in construct but being keen enough, you'll see the fine difference.

So what do I choose? Should I be homogenous? Or should I become a deviant of this lazy-arse society? For once, I'll deviate from my usual pattern, have a cup of coffee (or maybe not) and read, though the time right now tells me that the decision made is already late.

But in an aftermath like this, I always keep in mind what one great hero once said. Better late than never.

The Real Deal on Procrastination

Why do humans procrastinate?

Is it because of a lack for motivation? The absence of a substantial reason to get off and do something productive? When will I and other procrastinating prostitutes alike move on from the faux belief that procrastination was never an innate biological process?

I for one, being the random person that I am, have a lot of random things in my mind. And I fear posting some thoughts, of which my cranial vault holds of. Don't worry, no green fantasies, I assure you. But these thoughts are slightly manipulating my life, and more importantly, my time. Obsessions about logging in Facebook (and occasionally porn sites lol) should be banned by law. Because Facebook, as well as other social networking sites are evidently stealing time from innocent internet surfers. And this is quite equally devastating as the act of actual stealing per se.

But then again, to be a smart ass, one must have factual, very tactile proof during a state of allegation. And time is unfortunately intangible. So definitely, a case like this usually ends in a similar fate of a million untriumhpant cases prior who have had tried and failed to tackle this specific matter about social networking sites robbing people of their time. Clearly, we eventually will have no one to blame our lost time (that should have been well-spent for productivity) to but ourselves.

I'm guilty as charged. So much for a technology cleanse.

Technology Withdrawal

Now what? My iphone, the vital source why I breathe, is currently in comatose state. It's been days, and I'm (still) learning how to breathe on my own. But life must move on, as they say, and might as well enjoy the new company I found in a phased out Nokia 6070, which I bought just today for a slick bargain price of P750.00! :D

Though I won't be able to play Bakery Story, surf Safari Mobile, or check my mail in the most convenient possible way, my new phone will do... for the mean time. Plus I have no choice since my mom won't forgo spending 3k (6k if home button repair is included) for the repair, plus my new phone will arrive in about 7 weeks. Hopefully.

Then again, it's not all bad, considering that I'll have more time to enjoy doing things not technology-related. Since the advent of computers and the internet had been introduced into my system, I haven't been able to embrace the outside world that much (except during blackouts, but that rarely happens in our neighborhood). And I'm spending an unbelievable amount of time staring in front of the computer each day, and when my fingers are away from the keyboard, I still have my phone that enables me to have quick access to my online life.

And since my vaoi's charging port is busted as well, I think God is sending me signs to flee away from the evils of the modern technology. That, or I'm having an episode of religious delusion.

Whatever reason why I'm being insidiously challenged technologically, I just have to deal with it. It's not that I don't have a choice. I think it's time to grow up a little and try different things. Like actual sex instead of porn lol.

Not hoping for hope

Tell me honestly, what is hope? Because in a very short span, I've realized that the word hope is a fancier term for false reassurance. Within the chronicle of life, there will always come (or will be coming) a time that you will hope for something, like pass the board exam, get a job promotion and a salary raise, or get laid with the person you're eyeing on across the bar. But what if you didn't pass the board, what if all your life you remained an imbecile lowly rank employer, what if your life just ended without even having to savor the magic spice of a random one night stand?

Indeed, hope should be one major concern besides global warming.

Because people are hoping for a brighter future, hoping for recession to end, that they'll wake up to a pollution-free morning, that there'll be no more hunger-stricken black children in Africa, that Lady Gaga would wear something normally casual for once. And the worst thing about hope is that it sounds so optimistic when in fact it connotes our passive reliance and expectation for a better future. So why don't we stop hoping? Face reality and do something.

Word Salad 3.3

Lol after more than 36 hours of being wide awake, I was finally able to exile and free myself from my very intoxicating rotation this week. Though I really wanted to skip last night's talent portion of the Mr/Ms Nursing 2011 (considering the stress and literally near-death experience my patient and I have undergone), I had no option but to come and support Lorene Dimaclid Bernardio and my chair she borrowed for her talent. But I must say, it was rewarding indeed, despite the numerous talent failures last night, I was awed and impressed (as well as shocked) by our contestants. Batch 2012 FTW :) Short post, I still need to have my phone fixed at SM. Fucker.

Word Salad 3.2.1

To my other sister:Proof that some people in our house are agitated, bipolar, violent, or just demon-possessed. I go for the latter.

Word Salad 3.2

To my sister:
Kids these days. Instead of watching cartoons and running around in playgrounds, they prefer to spend their time texting, malling with other "kids" who, altogether, seem to be a group of prepubertal children in drag clothes acting like twice their age. And they fall in love too fast, too young. Kids these days, you're wasting your childhood doing shit.

iFuck

For almost two years, my relationship with my iPhone 3G has been both a pleasure and a struggle. But for the past few months since the iPhone 4 was released in the market, the struggle of minor bumps here and there for my dear phone has evolved into 4-inch deep stabs and daily hormonal fluctuations. Software-wise, I didn't have any problem as of the mean time all thanks to Apple's latest iOS upgrade to 4.2, which stabilizes the 3G's performance for the iOS 4.

But then again, like most native vaginas, we cannot afford to avoid the harsh reality of pubic lice. So Steve Jobs found a way to really convince me that my iPhone, though an Apple product, feel like it was a piece of China pussy phone during WWDC 2010 upon the official press release of the fourth-generation iPhone along with the new operating system (and the announcement that the 3G would get limited functionality upgrade once the new iOS is installed).

For my first hands-on experience with the iOS 4, no doubt I didn't have any performance issues, as claimed by other 3G users during that time, which waged an online outbreak and plot to behead Jobs. But gradually, as more YouTube video reviews on the iPhone 4 I had viewed, the more I felt that there was something incomplete with my Apple product, like a drunk slut who lost her virginity to a stranger but couldn't remember anything what happened the next morning when she woke up.

Hardware-wise, on the other hand, the on/off button is bricked, the home button is malfunctioning, tons of scratches at the phone's posterior. Generally, my phone suffered a worst case of penile mutilation from all the phone-fucking the other year. But I couldn't resist it, my fingers naturally just love to finger. So to commence future finger sessions, I've finally convinced myself that I do want a new iPhone and will force, by all means, physical and psychological, to brainwash my dad into buying one. And here are my 5 reasons why I want a new iPhone:

1. Multitasking. Because serving an omelet in Restaurant Story, then closing the app and switching to Bakery Story to serve my brownies is time-consuming.
2. Better camera. Because shooting with a 2-megapixel cam feels like high school all over again. And you don't know how I loathe and abhor high school.
3. Retina Display and wallpapers. Because I just don't want a phone that my fingers could fuck, but a phone with an astounding resolution that even my eyes can derive pleasure from plain viewing.
4. Apple's A4 1 GHz processor. To accompany and better enhance my finger sessions.
5. New industrial design. Because not only would my fingers love to finger the glass exterior, but the whole thing from the texture to the feel of holding it, basically, would not only make the Apple's flagship phone consume a more than hefty portion in the phone market but as well as in the sex toy industry.

Lol have a happy 2011 celebration, fuckers :) I shall now eat, pray and study.