6/49 Lotto Results:
12 - 27 - 33 - 37 - 39 - 40
No Winner.
Damn! I will win this soon guys.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Quarter Life Crisis
Hey Guys!
It's me again. This time I'd like to discuss about quarter life crisis. This is a hard state. Really, a hard one. To shortcut my experience about it - it's a state wherein you just really have a lot of things in mind that you want to do, yet you don't find the time to do it, and you end up doing nothing, and it's a crisis that you feel sorry, stressed, sad that you don't accomplish anything, and the next thing you know, you're already on your late twenties and you still haven't accomplished anything.
Sweet isn't it?
And this might come in with a lot of definition backed up with a variety of experiences if you ask different people. For some, they might not even mind this. Actually, I didn't mind it too until I knew about the term. Some may already debate their kind of experience and some might argue that it will never happen to them, because of well-managed lifestyle.
A well-managed lifestyle could be the answer actually. But to get there, there's a lot to absorb.
Up to now I'm trying to decipher what really happens to a person when he/she reaches the mid-20's rate. For some reasons, the brain seems to form a different kind of mold that it makes you think different kinds of things that it's so hard to sort and you will reach a point that you have a brain that forms a lot of things to worry about, or sometimes not to worry about, or sometimes you're just really confused.
As you can see, you might already be confused of what I'm saying here. If you're in the same state of mind as I do, please send me a message. I humbly feel that I'm in a crisis that I can't self-allocate the things that I need to do.
You reach a certain point that some things get organized. Probably, you've already determined what needs to be done. But sometimes, there are still stings of what you need to do, and you feel you still haven't done. You want to get a good salary, you want to do a work that you'll always feel happy about, yet you are earning a lot. You want to have a flexible work hours and spend more time with your loved ones. You want work-life balance. And all these things that you want, probably just 1 or 2 are obtained. Worse, none at all or just partially and not so consistently achieved.
Yep, that's quarter life crisis that even the article looks like it's suffering from one.
-emoy
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Sinigang
My favorite food is Sinigang. The kind of Sinigang wherein the Gabi is used to thicken the soup. Then the Am is used as the main source of "sabaw". Can you understand a thing that I am saying?
When you cook sinigang, make sure you will cook rice first. When you cook rice, of course you will clean and rinse the rice. The water (which is called Am) that you are using to rinse the rice will be used as the water for Sinigang. It will be a little white, and it's steamed-like taste makes Sinigang more delectable.
Then the Gabi will be the ingredient that makes Sinigang's soup creamier.
I hope I helped you figure out what Sinigang is all about.
Maybe if you Google search, it will be easier to understand.
When you cook sinigang, make sure you will cook rice first. When you cook rice, of course you will clean and rinse the rice. The water (which is called Am) that you are using to rinse the rice will be used as the water for Sinigang. It will be a little white, and it's steamed-like taste makes Sinigang more delectable.
Then the Gabi will be the ingredient that makes Sinigang's soup creamier.
I hope I helped you figure out what Sinigang is all about.
Maybe if you Google search, it will be easier to understand.
Shangri-La
Hey Guys!
I'm gonna check-in to Edsa Shangri-La soon. I will inform you once I checked-in.
I will make sure that I will give tips to the people around including the rich ones.
See you soon.
-emoy
I'm gonna check-in to Edsa Shangri-La soon. I will inform you once I checked-in.
I will make sure that I will give tips to the people around including the rich ones.
See you soon.
-emoy
Proud to be Filipino
Hey Guys!
I know I'm just the one reading this blog as of the moment, and it's fine if I'm just the one reading about it as of the moment because I want to make sure that you will have a busy time reading through everything before you get to discover that I am actually writing this part right now. Maybe you will get to read this part while back-reading after 2 years.
Anyway, again my name is Emoy Pauese. I am proud to be Pinoy! Pinoy na Pinoy po ako. I'm just writing in English because I want to make sure that all my messages are conveyed. Please remember that I am cute. I am confident, and I am very articulate. As you can see, this is an article I'm articulating. Anyway, sometimes, you know while you're writing you are feeling you're not hitting the best kinds of words to strike your readers. For the last 8 sentences that you've read, you felt that and I understand.
So I am Emoy Pauese. Proud to be Pinoy, Born to be pinoy, Made in the Philippines. I am very involved into a lot of being a Pinoy. From street foods, to the old school culture, knowing all the national heroes, national food, national animals, national bookstore, national library, and everything national. I am a nationalist and I'm so proud of my country. Maybe not the most extravagant country that you can be in and not the safest, but if you get to know the people more than business, then you will be pleased and surprised.
I love being in the streets. I love commuting more than driving my own car. I love to see the hard-working Filipinos everyday. I love seeing the beautiful Filipinas, rather the hot and sexy Filipinas that make me drool, I want to Google the sexy Pinay chicks in a while. Anyway, that sounds bastos, because I'm a maginoong bastos. You can aso call me a manyakis, but that's because I just appreciate beauty and I might be looking to you lady as if I'm having a hard-on, probably that's true, but it's just because I appreciate your beauty and your substance.
My favorite are street foods - from kwek-kwek, tokneneng, balut, fishballs, squid balls, calamares on a stick, chicharong baka, manggang hilaw, singkamas, pares on wheels. And all these might just be 1% of me being a 100% Filipino and the rest of the 99% is reflected on my everyday life.
Wow. That's crazy. I almost killed you on the last sentences of this article. I just really love articulating. I will give you more details as we go further.
See you around Guys.
-Emoy
I know I'm just the one reading this blog as of the moment, and it's fine if I'm just the one reading about it as of the moment because I want to make sure that you will have a busy time reading through everything before you get to discover that I am actually writing this part right now. Maybe you will get to read this part while back-reading after 2 years.
Anyway, again my name is Emoy Pauese. I am proud to be Pinoy! Pinoy na Pinoy po ako. I'm just writing in English because I want to make sure that all my messages are conveyed. Please remember that I am cute. I am confident, and I am very articulate. As you can see, this is an article I'm articulating. Anyway, sometimes, you know while you're writing you are feeling you're not hitting the best kinds of words to strike your readers. For the last 8 sentences that you've read, you felt that and I understand.
So I am Emoy Pauese. Proud to be Pinoy, Born to be pinoy, Made in the Philippines. I am very involved into a lot of being a Pinoy. From street foods, to the old school culture, knowing all the national heroes, national food, national animals, national bookstore, national library, and everything national. I am a nationalist and I'm so proud of my country. Maybe not the most extravagant country that you can be in and not the safest, but if you get to know the people more than business, then you will be pleased and surprised.
I love being in the streets. I love commuting more than driving my own car. I love to see the hard-working Filipinos everyday. I love seeing the beautiful Filipinas, rather the hot and sexy Filipinas that make me drool, I want to Google the sexy Pinay chicks in a while. Anyway, that sounds bastos, because I'm a maginoong bastos. You can aso call me a manyakis, but that's because I just appreciate beauty and I might be looking to you lady as if I'm having a hard-on, probably that's true, but it's just because I appreciate your beauty and your substance.
My favorite are street foods - from kwek-kwek, tokneneng, balut, fishballs, squid balls, calamares on a stick, chicharong baka, manggang hilaw, singkamas, pares on wheels. And all these might just be 1% of me being a 100% Filipino and the rest of the 99% is reflected on my everyday life.
Wow. That's crazy. I almost killed you on the last sentences of this article. I just really love articulating. I will give you more details as we go further.
See you around Guys.
-Emoy
MRT Snatchers
Hey Guys...
My first story is a very interesting one.
I was riding the MRT and I have my cellphone with me. It is a barbaric one, but still a good one. It might be a predecessor of Nokia 3210. My vision in life is to just text and call. I don't need smartphones nor IPhones. I don't need special kind of "apps" in order to live a sustainable life. Again, I'm contented to just text and call.
After all those descriptions, I was still riding the MRT while my barbaric cellphone is in my right side pocket. I know what you're thinking now - when will the snatching happen? Am I right? Of course! So it will happen on the next two sentences. The train stopped in MRT Guadalupe station and a lot of bumping happened. I was bumped a little, then the door close, and my cellphone was gone.
So my cellphone was snatched. For a minute and 5, I felt calm not because my cellphone is barbaric, but because I was so much thinking of a lot of things that night because I was so stressed after work. Then, I called my Mom. My mom said "hello" and I said "hello" too. By the way, you might be wondering how I was able to call my Mom. I actually stopped in Shaw Blvd. station and there was a pay phone there worth 5 pesos. Do I really need to tell everything?
Anyway, I told my mom that my cellphone was snatched. Damn, that's the time I felt bad! Very bad. The text messages are there. The songs that I made are there (yes, I create songs too). The possible Internet sensation ideas are there (including this blog) and so I felt bad. I felt bad I realized why do I need to put all my ideas in my cellphone?
I am the kind that when I get to generate one idea, I used to write it immediately in my cellphone. So, I lost a lot of ideas, because I used to have a lot of ideas. Now, I am feeling bad again. I wanna cry like huhuhuhu. I hope you're not crying over there as well.
So moral of the story - do not put your ideas on your phone especially when you are commuting a lot in Metro Manila. Hey, are you expecting another moral of the story? Actually, there's another one - do not ride the MRT when you don't have a mouse trap inside your pocket. It's a very helpful device that you can use. I hope the next snatcher will attempt to snatch my cellphone again, because a mouse trap with with 1 inch sharp blades will be waiting for that snatcher.
See you again guys in my next post.
My first story is a very interesting one.
I was riding the MRT and I have my cellphone with me. It is a barbaric one, but still a good one. It might be a predecessor of Nokia 3210. My vision in life is to just text and call. I don't need smartphones nor IPhones. I don't need special kind of "apps" in order to live a sustainable life. Again, I'm contented to just text and call.
After all those descriptions, I was still riding the MRT while my barbaric cellphone is in my right side pocket. I know what you're thinking now - when will the snatching happen? Am I right? Of course! So it will happen on the next two sentences. The train stopped in MRT Guadalupe station and a lot of bumping happened. I was bumped a little, then the door close, and my cellphone was gone.
So my cellphone was snatched. For a minute and 5, I felt calm not because my cellphone is barbaric, but because I was so much thinking of a lot of things that night because I was so stressed after work. Then, I called my Mom. My mom said "hello" and I said "hello" too. By the way, you might be wondering how I was able to call my Mom. I actually stopped in Shaw Blvd. station and there was a pay phone there worth 5 pesos. Do I really need to tell everything?
Anyway, I told my mom that my cellphone was snatched. Damn, that's the time I felt bad! Very bad. The text messages are there. The songs that I made are there (yes, I create songs too). The possible Internet sensation ideas are there (including this blog) and so I felt bad. I felt bad I realized why do I need to put all my ideas in my cellphone?
I am the kind that when I get to generate one idea, I used to write it immediately in my cellphone. So, I lost a lot of ideas, because I used to have a lot of ideas. Now, I am feeling bad again. I wanna cry like huhuhuhu. I hope you're not crying over there as well.
So moral of the story - do not put your ideas on your phone especially when you are commuting a lot in Metro Manila. Hey, are you expecting another moral of the story? Actually, there's another one - do not ride the MRT when you don't have a mouse trap inside your pocket. It's a very helpful device that you can use. I hope the next snatcher will attempt to snatch my cellphone again, because a mouse trap with with 1 inch sharp blades will be waiting for that snatcher.
See you again guys in my next post.
Hey Guys! I am Emoy Pauese
Hello Guys!
My name is Emoy Pauese. I am a Filipino. Proud to be Filipino. I might be speaking in English not because I don't like the Filipino Language, but I just want to make sure that everybody has a good chance to understand the contents of this blog. If you are a chinese, then it's easy to use Google Translate because English is Universal.
To cut the chase, I just wanna make sure that I'm a proud Filipino and it doesn't mean I don't love my being a Filipino 100% because I'm writing in English. Again, I just want to make sure you understand everything that I will put in here. If you are a chinese, wait...I'm saying things all over again.
Anyway, my name is Emoy Pauese.
This is a blog of my life story! I cannot post my picture yet, because I'm too shy. I'm not ugly, I'm just shy you know. I want to make sure that I've expressed well my substance so that when I get judged, it's not just the cover that it's judged, but everything inside.
So prepare. And brace yourself for the very exciting stories of me - Emoy Pauese, 100% Filipino and proud to be Pinoy!
My name is Emoy Pauese. I am a Filipino. Proud to be Filipino. I might be speaking in English not because I don't like the Filipino Language, but I just want to make sure that everybody has a good chance to understand the contents of this blog. If you are a chinese, then it's easy to use Google Translate because English is Universal.
To cut the chase, I just wanna make sure that I'm a proud Filipino and it doesn't mean I don't love my being a Filipino 100% because I'm writing in English. Again, I just want to make sure you understand everything that I will put in here. If you are a chinese, wait...I'm saying things all over again.
Anyway, my name is Emoy Pauese.
This is a blog of my life story! I cannot post my picture yet, because I'm too shy. I'm not ugly, I'm just shy you know. I want to make sure that I've expressed well my substance so that when I get judged, it's not just the cover that it's judged, but everything inside.
So prepare. And brace yourself for the very exciting stories of me - Emoy Pauese, 100% Filipino and proud to be Pinoy!
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