Don’t eat, be skinny.

Tonight, I scrolled through a blog of a teenager‘s quest to be skinny. I was not able to read a lot from her page as it consists more of reblogged pictures of skinny women that I suppose are her “inspirations”. Aside from those, and her very short text posts about how insecure she feels about her body, she also posted a picture of her almost naked body (her head out of picture) to show her followers her “progress”.

Coming from someone who’s not in shape, she is not doing herself a favor. I know when it comes to being healthy, I’m not the one you’re supposed to be hearing advice from. But I know for a fact that starving yourself does not make you any better. I am not sure if her parents, or older siblings (if ever she has any), are aware of what she is going through, because she obviously doesn’t care about what she is really doing to herself. All she cares about is fitting in to a crowd full of skin-bone models who believe they are at their best. I assume she already knows the consequences of her actions, and that she doesn’t care because of what’s set in her head: she’s determined to have that 110 lbs. body.

I am a concerned netizen, yes, but I am usually not the type of person who would bother writing a blog about you not unless you’re a very important part of my life and that I have all the words to describe our relationship. However, her case really does worry me. I even sent her a message:

jessicafuentes asked: Hi. I don’t mean anything insulting or offending, but being skinny is not the definition of being beautiful. It doesn’t make you perfect. Sure it makes you look good on the outside, makes you more confident, lets you wear all kinds of clothes, etc. But that doesn’t make you beautiful. At all. Being healthy and having a kind heart does. What I said is conflicting with what you’re blogging about, but I guess we are all entitled to our opinions.. Guess that’s it. Just my two cents.

I am not sure if I sounded off friendly (I don’t think so either) but I just wanted to get those words out off my chest, while in hopes of her replying to me and actually proving me wrong…that she’s not wanting to be as skinny as those girls are in her photos, and that she wants to be healthy. But man, she didn’t. And I quote her:

“being skinny will make me feel beautiful. That’s all there is to it.”

And all I was able to say to myself was, “she’s crazy”. I figured that with that kind of mindset, sending her another message was not a good idea. I mean, she doesn’t care so why should she listen? And who am I for her to listen to?


What concerns me  more, aside from the fact that she wants to be pin-thin, is that she is just 15 years old. Yes. Very young, indeed. At that age, what she should mind is just doing good in school so she’d have a chance of going to a good university. Unfortunately, that kid was exposed too much to all sorts of media. There goes the television showing her commercials of how being thin is lovelier and sexier, TV programs that only have pretty and skinny girls as their lead characters that end up having the best of endings. Glossy magazines that have very inviting pictures of models that can never be beyond 100 lbs. Then there’s music, with bunches of pretty-faced dudes, telling her how much sexy girls attract them. And of course, we have the mighty Internet that is working 24/7 just to tell her that with a body full of fat, she can never fit into the society full of girls with thick make-ups, clothes too small and tattered that they don’t look like normal clothes at all, heels too high they’re considered as weapons of mass destruction, and boys with buff bodies telling her they’d only date girls who “fit in”. So basically, she’s left with no choice but do what the media is telling her. Because if she wouldn’t, she’d never live a happy life.

A preview of her blog.

But you know what? Bullshit. That’s it totally, undeniably, I-swear-to-my-dead-dogs-graves-and-to-my-brother’s-bacon-underwear, complete bullshit.

Again, this is coming from someone unhealthy. I would  already be extremely happy if we had the same body because I’m 30 pounds heavier than her. But because of what her mind believes is beautiful, she sees herself as someone who’s as large as a cow, when in fact, she has the ideal body most teenage girls would die for. Unluckily, she’s not seeing that. I feel sad for her. I really do.

My third point here is, her blog can influence a lot more girls. Just imagine how much more girls will be victimized by this epidemic anorexia that she is rooting for. Right now, reaching the age of 80 makes you very lucky. But if their generation will continue this very dangerous lifestyle to the point of passing it down to the next ones, age 50 will be a miracle. Personally, I’d like to live long enough to see my future grandchildren; so if I’m going to make a move, it’s going to be towards having a healthy life and being “skinny” will never be the center of my movement. I don’t want to be remembered by my future grandkids as a female meatball, as much as I don’t want to be remembered by them as a female pretzel stick.


So whoever is reading this, please, for the sake of my dead dogs’ grave and my brother’s bacon underwear, do not succumb to what the media is telling you. Being skinny just covers a mere 1% of being beautiful. What matters is who you are entirely. What matters is the remaining 99%: your kind heart, your lively spirit, your Faith, and your healthy lifestyle. If the person next to you says otherwise, I am telling you s/he’s not a good influence for you. I am not saying that I am, but I just know this in my heart for a fact.

I don’t know what to put here. #2


So yesterday I was at my dentist’s clinic and it was a terrible, terrible experience. She was supposed to pull out my molars because they’re not healthy anymore if I’m going to have the lower set of my teeth fix-bridged. It was supposed to be a no-fuss (almost, well I hate anesthesia injections in the mouth) operation but it did become such because my gums were very swollen.

The following content would not be very suitable for some of you. It would be alright if you will not continue reading this entry.

For my dentist to be able to pull out the said teeth, she had to inject my gums ten shots (YES! TEN SHOTS!!!) of anesthesia. My jaw became very numb and thick, it was ugly. And despite those ten shots of anesthesia, I could still feel the pain caused by the pus inside the gums. Dr. Irish told me the pus was caused by the food I eat, specifically those fishy (malansa) ones like eggs, chicken, seafood. So… It really took them a while to finally pull out those teeth. It was my first time to ever spit blood with a tooth and a very vivid color. Gross.

Moving on from that one hell of a topic…

Today was very tiring! We went to the National Shrine of St. Jude Thaddeus here in Manila for the weekly novena my sister & her husband does to pray. They have been praying for a baby for a long time already and I felt how much they wanted one. But I know God will never fail them. 🙂
After that we headed to Green Hills Shopping Center but all stalls there were scheduled for reshuffling (if you’re from here, you’d understand) so after we visited their chapel (which we always do) we went to Robinson’s Galleria instead. We roamed a bit together but split in half (Sister + Hubby and Me + Mhia) later on for dinner. Today was also their pre-anniversary date, that’s why. The Podium, another mall, was nearby so we went there and window-shopped since it’s almost Christmas, YAY!!!! We also went to SM Megamall, but we passed through St. Francis Square on our way there. The picture above where  I was holding a venti cup of Caramel Macchiato, my favorite hot drink, was bought at Starbucks Megamall A Branch. YUMMY! 😀

Anyway… I realized I should start my research again for my *up & coming* novel.
Good night, lovely reader. 🙂 :-*

I don’t know what to put here.

Two days ago me and my brother started our medical screening and examination. It was half good and half not. First, the guards did not allow more than one companion to minor applicants, so my brother-in-law and our cousin were left outside St. Luke‘s Extension Clinic. There was no cafeteria or food stalls to buy food inside so everyone sat there waiting for their numbers or names to be called. I thought we were so early because we left by 6am and got there in less than half an hour but me and brother still got the numbers 91 and 92; we waited for about two hours inside just for our numbers to be called.

After the first step of the screening we headed to the blood extraction area where I got a large bruise in the middle of my arm. After some hours, the spot where the nurse inserted the needle (and some more centimeters around it) turned black and blue. It didn’t hurt but the color got me worried. I never had something like that before.

I don’t remember everything we did but I think after that we headed to get urine samples, did the physical exams, the stripped-naked exam (I don’t know what it’s called) which I did twice because of something too delicate to tell, and submitted the reports to the check-out counter then headed to the mall. Oh that Japanese restaurant (Toast Box) was so tempting! But the food there was way expensive too so we didn’t mind going in, haha!

Anyway, the next day we came back thirty minutes earlier than the appointed schedule. I thought everything’s going to be as smooth as the previous day but it wasn’t. I remember being reminded by the nurse on our first day there that if the result of all the exam we had was normal, we will proceed to the immunization area immediately. My brother did and I didn’t. My sister and I waited there for four hours that it pissed both of us and had a little misunderstanding. The nurses said that my papers just got finished by 10:30am and it still needed to be signed by doctors so we just had to wait. And so we did. After we ate, it took more than thirty minutes (that was 3pm) before I got called and the voilà! I got vaccinated 6 times consecutively. :/ How nice. And yeap, we still waited for more or less two hours to get the results of everything as well as the corrected ones because they had an error, my passport number.

So yeah, today after all of the hypes of the previous two days, I am sick. It is probably because of all the shots I got yesterday. My right forearm hurts like crazy I can’t even do the most basic of reaching and twisting! I also feel like I’ll be having a flu so my sister told me I should take a paracetamol now but I didn’t because I miss the feeling of being sick. Hahahaha! It’s crazy though. I have to wear a light rayon cardigan and sweat like it’s going to be my last time on Earth.

Another thing, I have a stalker.


No, I am not lying. His stalking isn’t severe but he is indeed flooding my inbox. I cannot change my number because i have to tell my family why first, and they would freak out if I did. Ughhh. :/

And yes, I like this song. It takes my boredom away and i don’t know why! It is obvious that Toni has been trying so hard here and the quality of this video sucks but there is really something about this. Screw punctuation.

Newspaper Nail Art


I saw this on Tumblr before. Amazing! I decided to search online how it’s done & here are the easy steps:

  1. Start off with the base coat to protect your natural nails.
  2. Paints your nails light grey. Make sure your nails are completely dry before moving on to the next step.
  3. For transferring the newspaper print, you’re going to need some rubbing alcohol. Pour some of it into a small container & dip in your nails for 5secs.
  4. Take a small piece of newspaper (slightly larger that your nails) then press it firmly onto your nail for about 15secs.
  5. Peel it off and the ink from the paper will be left behind.
  6. Never forget the top coat so the print won’t rub off easily.

Credits: Cutepolish via Youtube