Work It, I'm a Freak Bitch, Baby!

Since the politicians and half the entire population of our country have seemed to roll themselves altogether into one gigantic screwball of election scruffle, I decided I must rather course upon another favored topic so as not to add further cat fit into this giant political horseplay.

Look what I have found:




Lady GaGa T-Shirts!!! COVET!!! ACHIEVE!!! Don't you think this perfectly balances all the stressful vibes that the elections have brought to this country?? ILOVEIT!!!

PAGING ALL THE NEWLY BRED POLITICIANS OF THE PHILIPPINES: I believe you have all been directed to be informed that clothing - alongside food, shelter, and freedom - is a considerable and much critical form of a distinguished necessity. Failure to accede and comply by this assertion, as well as the abortion of the proposed mass distribution of useful clothing, will result to a dire manifestation of forsaking the needs of the nation and the humankind in general. Let it be extended to you, our leaders, that I, in behalf of all my fellow countrymen, demand a full reimbursement of $19 per shirt or we shall all summon to encourage a revolt against your present administration. Thankyouverymuch.

(VISIT THEIR STORE: Break The Labels on eBay)
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Meanwhile, here's another refreshing NECESSITY to watch out for. Look what Uncle Karl has engineered - a short film!



Chanel Cruise 2011: Remember Now by Karl Lagerfeld. Talk about multiple roles.

Random feelings on a Monday night

Sometimes I'd like to cry because Andrew Garcia got booted out of Idol. :'(

OR SOMETIMES

I'd like to go to a local mall, drop by a coffee store, pin in a cigarette stick, and walk around as I wear something like this:

(Enika Mihalik in AnOther magazine. Photo credit: Fashionista.com)

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ANYWAY, I woke up very, very early this morning to attend a church meeting where we would pray for an upcoming event that our congregation has been organizing yearly since it's inception. Actually, I have been doing this since last friday, and everyday I would wake up at 5:30am, toss off a cup of coffee, finish an entire cigarette, take a quick warm shower, then leave for church. On Sundays, I'd help out in the church office and take in an inch-thick of papers to process and then soon I'd feel like my fingers would detach from my hands.

For the past few years, I have been tightly latched into the party life. I have been so adhered to my nightlife routines that it actually felt like a way of life for me; going out and getting drunk on weekdays with no exceptions even on Sundays was typically one of my most beloved daily tack. Not that I felt miserable about myself, nor have I been dealt with heartbreaking tragedies then, but drinking was more like my way of socializing, of meeting new people, and of making new network of friends. But I realized that with this beaten path, I have been so dismounted from the way of life I have been always brought up to - church, family, friends, and self. Except for my party friends, my other relationships have sloped down a great deal, that including ME, maybe because in the process that I've been losing myself in a worldly life, I have lost, too, the sincerity.

I'm not entirely leaving the nightlife, the crazy drunken weekends, and the circus of parties, but I don't know. Maybe for the mean time that I'm trying to find myself - within me, in other people, in God - I would might as well take a break. But so far, I'm just happy to find fulfillment and contentment with what I'm doing, with how I'm thinking, and with the people that I have been meeting. AND TAKE NOTE, I haven't been craving to drink anything alcoholic. I'm just happy and contented with a chocolate bar, a decent drink, and a couple more cigarettes to get me through the day.

Happy Monday everyone!

25 Random Things About Me

1. I was born on the 13th of September 1990 at exactly 10 on a Monday morning at the St. Luke's Hospital in E. Rodriguez. For the record, I have had abounding Friday the 13ths in my life, and contrary to popular belief, I never bought into the idea that these days were cursed.

2. My real name is Rolando Varquez Marcial, Jr. IKR? Shut up.

3. I grew up in the popping breadths of lively Manila where I stayed for 13 years since I was born. After I graduated from grade school, we moved to Davao City, which is like, a neck away from the woods (?) But city life was fantastic!

4. Growing up, I always looked like a full-figured batang Batibot. When I was young and fat, I looked like Jollibee, and when I am caught in my happiest moments, they said I looked like the Yahoo Messenger logo.

5. When I was a kid, I was the die-hard you-don't-ever-mess-up-with-my-idols type of fan to the Spice Girls. The Backstreet Boys were equally as phenomenal to my life. I would write really long fan-mails in the normal 1st grade crooked English fashion and I'd ask them to come over to the Philippines and visit me at my house - because I was badly needed to be taken care of.

6. At the same age, I memorized practically every remarkable line in the movie Titanic, and when we play Agawan Base in our school field, I would imagine myself struggling to fight my way through angry waters where I had to save people before the entire ship sank.

7. Do you know the short poem, "One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, knock at the door. Five, six, pick up sticks. Seven, eight, lay them straight. Nine, ten, a BIG fat hen!"? My mom told me that was the first poem I was able to perfectly recite at age 2.

8. Just like everyone else, I also had my rockstar moment. At a small church event way back in the 90's, I belted out an Alanis Morissette single. With matching papikit pikit pa. I was 7 years old then.

9. At third grade, I noticed my bus mate's water jug was filled LOADED CONGESTED with an army of chunky red ants. I was the most disgusted of the crowd. When I asked him about the ants, he told me that they helped enhance voice quality. The next day, I filled my water jug with ants.

10. Before our family driver of 12 years turned over from service due to old age, he confronted me with a long time secret he had religiously kept over his years of loyalty. He told me that he saw five black dwarfs playing baby rattles as they surrounded my crib when I was 3 months old. Obviously, he freaked the HELL out of me, and never did I EVER talk to him again. EVER.

11. Since the now-defunct soap opera Mara Clara took the entire functional organs out of each and every living Filipino by storm, I would then enjoy doing role plays with my yaya of the said show. Of course, I played Clara - the villain, the less compromised bitch of the game, and the epitome of all beauty and excess. I liked it that way. At one particular point while we were watching tv, Gladys Reyes (Clara) flipped over a tub full of water (where Judy Ann Santos / Mara was washing her clothes) right in front of Mara's face. So come afternoon I got into character. I did the same thing to my Yaya.

12. After hearing all of my classmates effortlessly conversing in Bisaya on my first day of school in Davao, I ran to the CR, cried like I was a bullied third grader, and locked myself in the cubicle for half an hour. That was unforgettable.

13. I have a tight polygamous relationship with accessories. I can't stick to just one piece of accessory worn on a certain outfit, which is why I developed a tendency to stack on too many pieces and end up looking like an overloaded Christmas Tree.

14. I believe I have an undiagnosed case of ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder). My friends couldn't agree more.

15. My family and I are active members of the Iglesia Ni Cristo. Although I look like I'm dying to suck the lard out of you and replenish my body with your STD-infested blood, I am actually a very religious person. :)

16. At one pathetic point in my life, I miserably fell in love, thought I was too fat too be taken seriously, and that my unparalleled sense of friendliness brought me to no advantage at all. So I went to the gym, decided to overhaul myself, and two months after I lost 20 pounds. IKR?

17. Although I THOUGHT I have already been "in love", I have never EVER been in a serious committed relationship yet EVER. You heard me.



18. I rarely brush my hair. At several different points in my life, I had a steady bad hair moment for a week, looked like a stray cat did all my hair styling, or that I looked like I slid myself into my school uniform right after I woke up without taking a shower.

19. After watching Jumanji, I opened one of my board games and expected something to happen. After watching Toy Story, I stopped talking to my toy friends.

20. All my life, I've been enrolled in different universities and academic institutions that were all lorded over by either priests or by nuns. The only school I got enrolled in which was not ran by priests nor nuns was at the Community of Learners in New Manila, E. Rodriguez - the only school (that my brain scope could possibly cover) that did not allow us to eat chips nor consume any carbonated drinks. That was, for me, quite difficult to deal with.

21. I have never ever tasted crabs, clams, mussels, prawns, lobsters, or any other giant sea animals ridiculously shelled with colorful armors that look like they could rip off the skin of an elephant. I'm allergic. (Stop telling me that I have missed half of my life okay because apparently I get to eat people and yours were just CRABS!!!!)

22. I like talking to myself. One time I got dead bored I started blurting out memorized spiels of a music video countdown (yes, just like what VJs do in MYX, MTV, and Channel V). And when I cry, I usually cry in front of a mirror. I know. I'm hardcore crazy like that.

23. I have the biggest tendencies to really, really like Disney people. But it would be most appreciated if you can shut up about it.

24. I'm insomniac. I can stay up until 10am the next morning without feeling sleepy. I'm dead serious about it, and usually whenever I see the sun shine from the bathroom window, I go outside and sing Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray.

25. For some reason, I love reading law-based books. I love to imagine, and I really really wanted to take up law although that could like kill me before I turn 23 so I decided to go into a business-related course instead. I have read almost all of John Grisham's books, and his books never really failed to fascinate me. :)

You know what's fierce?

THIS:


CAT FIGHT on a San Francisco train - the Chinese Kung Fu way! Ha-Ha!

Two crazy bravehearts fighting over a seat. This is a MUST-SEE!!!

*Oct 7, 2009 10am, Chinatown San Francisco. This fight occurred on the Muni Stockton route (the 9 i think) just before the stockton tunnel. As you can see, a simple argument about seat-hogging quickly turned into a full blown brawl. It's pretty clear who threw the first punch, you can see the bus' serial number, and the exact time in the video. By the way, this is the same bus where I was attacked 3 weeks ago, so I thought documenting the event was the most important thing I could do. This fight was NOT reported by the driver OR by the MUNI person who happened to be at the final stop (Stockton and Sutter). I'll be walking to work for a while.


(Seen on The South Sider article, "What's Good On Sunday?".)

Feeling Random

So, as expected, Adam Carolla came up with an apology. Alex de Rossi, whom I follow on Twitter, retwitted Carolla's tweet so it appeared on my homepage.


GAAAAAAH. Yeuh. Sure. Whatever. Told ya. That's what they always come up with after they get threatened by a booming sum of mad nationals. Fine with me, accepted.

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ANYHOODLE, yesterday afternoon was unbelievably sweltering and the whole time I stayed in the living room I felt like I was being punished for over-using the airconditioner. Major thanks to Velvet channel for making Keeping Up With The Kardashians happen on national television, I had very little interest in risking a daily rage blackout over this entire weather issue.


So yesterday they aired a marathon of all the past season's episodes and I was the happiest! I am just so in love with Khloe Kardashian and she never fails to lighten up my mood. Unfortunately, I get quite glued to speaking my drunk valley-girl accent usually after watching this show. This is normally dangerous for me though, because the last time I spoke my drunk valley-girl accent, I got mugged by a speeding motorcycle. Serious.


Whatever. Anything for Khloe Kardashian and her chunky backdoor. Love her!

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A week ago, they aired Paige Miles' final performance on American Idol season 9 and seriously I really felt bad that she got booted out of Top 11. Simon Cowell even labeled her as the best vocals in the competition so I got really disappointed with the results.

She wasn't even given the opportunity to sing another song for a second chance to slide herself to top 10, something which the judges did after Lacey got swept off the show. Turns out, after belting Free's "Alright Now" for the closing performance, the judges became unanimous that they should have given her the spot for that cursed top 10 demmet!!!!!

HUUUUUH, idol. You should clean up your work and carry your shit altogether. You did this before to Clay Aiken, REMEMBER? WHEN HE SHOULD HAVE WON THE TITLE OVER RUBEN STUDDARD BUT YOU WERE TOO FUCKING STRAPPED ON THE ELEVENTH HOUR TO EVEN REALIZE THAT YOUR COUNTING SYSTEM CRASHED WHEN THE BAGAZILLION VOTES FLEW IN FOR CLAY, RIGHT?!?!?!?!?! akdgfukersgBKBVKRBG.

Meanwhile, since I couldn't find the exact video of Paige's Alright Now performance for the closing, let me sit you down with this:


Paige Miles singing the same song after being selected as one of the top 24 finalists.

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Jie Yeun Kim! I miss you! And I'll be seeing you real soon I promise! Wag na sad because I'll make up with all my absences PROMITH talaga yan haha.

Ayaw kabalaka dira lagi ko matug sa inyo one of these days. Pag andam nag isa ka gallon nga ice cream kay tung-abon jud nako na tanan samtang nagstorya ka sa imong gibati kang kuan. Hahahahahaha. Namyoo babe! :*

(Excuse my bisaya)

HAVE A GOOD DAY EVERYONE!

Thoughts about Image

Two months ago, I made up this account in a website called formspring.me which allows people to ask the most random and whimsical of questions. Since I have been too burdened with all that squeeze of chance I encountered, I never really quite thought about checking it out. Add to that, my complicating stupidity has brought forth this idea that formspring questions automatically show up on your webpage without further answering, and since I did not see any questions turn up on my webpage, I never really did bother to open.

Of course, there always come a time when you are just dying to get out of your blah days and you realize that the most immediate way for escape is to keep up with your social networking sites, your busted blog, or in my case, a formspring account. So I opened it. And to my surprise, it snapped.

I was, after all, surprised. A roll-down of questions sprung from my inbox and the most I expected were simple queries of where to buy, what to wear, how to do, etc. But, like a boulder falling from the sky, it punched in quick and left me dumbstruck like a clueless cat. Besides, who would really be ready for some heavy batch of hate mail and questions that range from the love-letter types to furious cases of deep-seated wrath? In the first place, I just never expected anything like that. So one by one, I answered all of them. As formspring was meant for questions, people will always love to cross the line, and majority of what hit me in my page were statements - all of which were, of course, pertaining to my image. And I think they are all getting it wrong.


For the longest time I never really contemplated much about what people think of me. But long before I have come up with this maturity, image was a priority. At several different points in my life, I looked like Jollibee, a whiter version of Fat Bobby, a batang Batibot, and at times when I am overwhelmingly happy, the Yahoo Messnger logo. I fought with weight, tried several different looks which would rather suit other people's taste instead of mine, and conform to what is it that would make me look cool, fierce, hot commodity or whatever. It was that stage of early life when I gathered all my insecurities and from them, muster all kept self-will to transform into this made-up version of myself, and, quite surprisingly, it was a success.

But just like any other fad that emerge into mainstream consciousness, it always come to a ceasing point. It just stops. Either you get tired of it or people get tired of it so you stop from doing it, being it, living it. It's quite dangerous how we set up a certain facade from which we invest so much time to impress other people's like. When you are deeply immersed into other people's standards, you suddenly lose yourself in the process. You fall into a deep pit of pretention, by which case could be outright difficult for you to regain back your old self. And eventually, you grow into the sleeves of this persona you have made up just for the love of other's interest.

As I thought of smart retorts and sarcastic answers, I realized that they all got it wrong. In formspring, people cursed me for being "feeling", loved me for being "glossy", hated me for being not good enough, and praised me for my fashion sense. I know, matter-of-factly, that sometimes I come out too strong. Either I look like I drank a jug of confidence and took a bite out of a cake of self-worth, or I "felt" like a celebrity walking my ass off a flaming runway in school. But, simplier said, I am not like that. For the most part, I get conscious when people look at me, get tensed with what to answer when praised, and never let any form of flattery and compliment get into the core of my head. I am also very religious and I always abide to my own set of laws and limitations, and I AM NOT OUT OF CONTROL. On another note, fashion is not my life, and I am not the central information counter of all leading shopping centers in the metro. I am a simple, flexible person and most of the time I'd like to get stupid and dumb and just laugh my ass off out of something even more stupid than I am. I also have major tendencies to act mean and bitchy on random moments, and most possibly when provoked. I speak up my mind but I also know how to keep things to myself. I am not a hung-up plastic little spastic just like most of them filthy brats. I am honest to my friends but I know the boundary between telling the truth and being brutally rude so I don't just clock up in your face and tell you that you're ugly, your boyfriend looks like your father, or your weight could amount to that of an elephant. And of course, contrary to what I believe is a major impression of me, I would always smile back once you say hi, and more likely than not, I will also say hi.

In fact, I love people and I can gracefully deal with the crazy and dysfunctional ones without issues of clash. Shortly said, I am actually nice. Forgive me for the praise but I seriously believe that beyond the faux-image that people made up of me, I am an entirely nice citizen of this country. I am just (best assumed) very much misunderstood.





As for me, I am still my original self. Or maybe better said, "back to my old original self." I am, again, me. The one and only Rolly Marcial who loves to talk to himself, cry in front of the mirror, and pretend to be a teacher when privately studying. I also love long-walks with friends and I enjoy ice cream over teenybopper films.

As for my formspring, whatever they ask me, hit me, or assume about me, I still enjoy the highs and lows of answering questions about ME - old me and new me alike. :)

Because it's unbelievably killing me!

Yes, it is. And what else could be killing me other than that stinging, scorching sun on a sticky Wednesday afternoon? It is the perfect lethal combo to elect if you are aiming for a steady headache, a waste of hair product, or probably the perfect time to literally beat eggs and cook your husband. In fact, had I been given the opportunity, I would gladly send out all them sneaky frenemies under that giant flaming ball sans water and all the fancy umbrellas, and wish they all feel the heat of my sweet revenge. That would be such effortless vendetta perfect for this summer vacay! Ei? Haha.

As what all of my friends know, I was never a fan of your full-bloom beach perfect weather of this summer. Which is why up to this very moment I still could hardly comprehend why, on that picture above, was I flatly situated on that thick spread of sand on a parching red afternoon. And as far as I could remember, when I made the decision to have my picture taken on that same spot, I wasn't drunk, on drugs (and never did), or in some sort of hallucination. Sorry I'm blabbing I just don't get the point. This picture even gives me odd memories of chickens broiled for a Sunday feast. Threatening. Ugh.

Those were the days when I thought looking tan and summer-y, with the benefit of bronzer and a little body oil from here and there, would help me pull out a leaner version, of, well, Zac Efron. AND I KNOW, before you react and give me ten reasons why I should go to hell, I wasn't really serious with that whole Zac Efron thing demmet and that would be the last time I would EVER, ever dream of one big ambitious delirium because, apparently, burning myself under that mad-flamed sun only made me look like some over strained construction worker. It was ugly, I never enjoyed it, and the sun-burn was life-changing. Serious.

On a rather serious note, let me just say....I HATE THIS KIND OF WEATHER and I cannot believe the heat these days. It is even beyond human capacity to stand one sweltering day after another, so the following days of suffering would be...unimaginable. Can't it be any cooler? Like, maybe rain for lunchtime? Seriously I'm getting dehydrated. This global warming thing is getting really serious these days and honestly I'm putting part of the blame to my half-baked pyromaniac friend, Krizia, who, even after my best efforts to keep all them lighters away from her, still figures out a winning action to burn things around her like plastic cups, chairs, toddlers, fallen hair, and other things within her reach. She has never listened to any of my advice, and I believe she has worsened this global warming thing. For counsel, prayers, or even death threats, you could reach her through here.

So for summer, aside from pushing through with this blog, I will stay away from all things hot, flaming, sizzling, and very, very tropical just like this oven country. Well, let me take that back. Maybe I could adjust for some HOT deserving exceptional. ;)

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ANYSPATOODLES, speaking of HOT, I have seen this magazine cover at the grocery counter earlier today, and I thought it was stunning.

Maja Salvador for PREVIEW magazine, April 2010 issue. She has lean, long legs in here. Very zekzayy. What do you think?

5 Random Things About Me Today

5. For the entire week last week up to this very moment that I am pushing efforts to dismiss it off my tongue, I am still badly hung over from Miley Cyrus' When I look at you (theme song for her movie The Last Song). I sing it everyday all day, except on mornings where I belt out Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray. I know what you're thinking. Isn't that so gay? UGH.




4. I'm not much of a watch junkie. I'm not really accustomed to wearing something that looks and feels bulky aside from accessories I usually wear on my left wrist. But just this morning I decided I want a new watch. Nooka x Mad Toy SLIMEBALL Sqwert Watch looks so inspiring I'm willing to forget about my night life just to have this.


3. I decided that I will not drink anything carbonated for today. And maybe I would like to stick to it for the following weeks. Depends.


2. If there is something I am incessantly salivating over right now, it would be Dairy Queen's Oreo Blizzard Ice Cream. The last time I happily held my hands on a large cup of Blizzard was roughly a year ago. Looking back, I just miss it more.




1. I want to write a book. Serious. I want to go out, study about how people act, get specific and make characters out of them. I still don't have a story on hand, but I'm thinking of something law-related. Something similar to what John Grisham writes. Or maybe about mysterious serial killers. I just love the rush that suspense books always give me. I don't know if this is just a momentary surge born out of boredom, but I hope I push through with this. Wish me luck! ;)