November 2016 RECAP #MonthlyRecap

I followed my own advice and chilled. Of course, whenever I couldn’t post, the blogger-guilt gnawed on me.

I always tell myself I am not in a good position to actually prioritize blogging. It is not my bread-and-butter, for one, then there are other important stuff to do, then my resources are scarce (I don’t feel the need to explain that one), and I prioritize family still. The big  takeaway in my so-called chilling means more family time, so I am not that sorry 🙂

So here’s a recap of my November 2016:

Blog-wise:

(1) I hope I gave you gravy with my hash potatoes 😉

#MondayMemoirs – No time to do this pre-Monday and during Monday. Will try again next time.

#MondayReviews (see An American Crime) – See? At least I had this one.

#TuesdayTunes (see Listening with Your Soul)

#AskWednesday (none this month, sorry)

#WhatsupWednesday (see Yo, Man! Imma Show Ya Rap Battles!) – I just introduced this to you last week. I enjoyed this post 🙂

#ThursdayTips (none) – Will make up for it soon.

#FeatureFriday – Because it’s November, I decided to make it a whole month of #FreakyFriday posts.

#FreakyFriday (see Life Lessons from “Train to Busan”, And RINGU was its name-o!) – Did miss one or two Fridays. I did promise true horror/ghost stories. Failed that one, but I am on it still.

Saturdays and Sundays, or any day, could be about anything. I will post anything when I feel like it, like Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese that is a reblog of another writer’s wonderful and heartfelt post. Very relatable.

I also shared three poems written in Filipino in one post: Tula ng Puso: Pananampalataya, Pag-ibig, Pag-asa (Poems of the Heart: Faith, Love, Hope). It was as part of the requirements for a local contest that I decided to join and I was just fortunate to beat the already-extended deadline. I am not sure, though, as of this moment, if my entry made the cut, so to speak. If it didn’t, well, that hurts my ego, but then I can’t mope around. Instead, get better, right? There will always be winners and non-winners. There are many talented writers out there, and many more untapped ones.

(3) My Trending Stories. I failed my November here. I have actually emailed them something and they have promised to make it a better experience for MTS bloggers.

Social Media Reach-out:

Again, I am very thankful to new followers. And of course, I am also very thankful to those who have followed me over the months, especially the years. I shared some of them to you last time. Let me share more–people who follow me and/or whom I follow–and you’re welcome to visit their blogs. Also adding people I actually personally know. You might have to jump over to other blogging platforms like Blogger, though. If I haven’t mentioned you yet, nothing personal, okay? Will get to you.

Here they are in alphabetical order (I am re-mentioning one because I gave the wrong link last time, I just found out now, and I’ve edited appropriately):

Andy,         Cole,         Diana,         Fran,                    

Jason,       Meikah,    Tobe,          Victo      

More bloggers to link to in the coming months, for sure. “Old” ones, new ones.

Fiction/Story- and Poetry-writing:

Well, I mentioned already the contest I joined. Meanwhile, this made me think of honing my craft more. I have cooked up a few personal plans for a few but very important personal reasons.

Literature:

I was in an unintentional hiatus from reading, but have just started again. I am just having trouble prioritizing since I am interested in both The Hunger Games and Game of Thrones. Not sure which to pick. Wanna cast your vote for me?

Personal:

We’re done with season 1 and half of season 2 of  The Walking Dead. Some episodes unexpectedly made me tear up.

***SPOILER ALERTS IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THEM YET AND KNOW NOTHING OF IMDb***

I was distraught with what happened to Dale because I liked him, and I never really had a grandpa. Good that he and Andrea kind of made up already; bad that the others let him down just before he died — in fact, that’s why he was roaming away from safer grounds. Good he wasn’t bitten; bad that he still died a horrible death. Why couldn’t they just let him die from accident while fighting off the zombie??? Or let him die with a heart attack or something while the others killed the walker?

Later, Shane died, too, and I didn’t see that coming. He was  increasingly being impossible and that’s what made the character more interesting (disappointing if he were a real person). I think he should have stayed longer–he was impossible but he was still an ally. And it would make for a more interesting storyline.

Lastly, Lori died as well. She wasn’t Mrs. Perfect, but I don’t understand what I’ve read about viewers hating her. Her reactions were understandable, even her fears. Didn’t make her right, but didn’t make her evil either….So I got distraught again when she died due to childbirth. I’m even surprised she got that far without suffering a miscarriage with all the stress and running around.

Good that she didn’t die because she got bitten; bad that after Carl made sure she wouldn’t turn (what Carl did was heartbreaking for both of them if it were real), a walker would eat all of her, anyway. That made me mad. What, the writers couldn’t let Carl and Maggie make sure the door wouldn’t be opened? Shane did that for Rick.  Maybe they should have let her turn first then have Carl shoot her, so at least, she wasn’t served meal to any walker that happened on her.

Winners! Me and Ian

Aaaaand…I just spent much space discussing about The Walking Dead, ha ha haaaa!!!!

Meanwhile, can you guess what this pic’s about? Clues: office, hunting, game, most candies, longest, Halloween, winners…

Till next time!!! 🙂

October 2016 RECAP #MonthlyRecap

Ha! You’d think I’d be doing this quite regularly now. But no, I still miss posting on certain days when I am supposed to. I shouldn’t be hard on myself, though. Have to remember that I promised myself that I’d just chill and not stress over it. I did stress about other writing-related things and with good reason. Let me just keep that/those to myself, though. Regardless, I think I did okay enough.

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Here’s how October 2016 went:

Blog-wise:

(1) So, how did my hash potatoes go?

#MondayMemoirs (see “comfort”) – I’m supposed to always have a Monday post weekly. Unfortunately, these days, I am usually busy at home on weekends, I am not able to log in.

Even when I am able, I often spend my time worrying about other “real-world” things, like accompanying one of the kids to class rehearsals as the class is required to perform as a group. Well, they were made to choose from dancing and singing and it’s good he chose the latter–he’s not a good singer, but he is a more awkward dancer. He even kind of freezes when performing. I am trying to change that, although I don’t think my strict style is working on him...

#MondayReviews (see Cancer? Schmancer! ~Fran Drescher)

#TuesdayTunes (see Fight Songs!, Poetry in Music) – You can never really run out of things to share when it comes to music. Maybe just run out of time when busy. Good thing I was able to deliver.

#AskWednesday (see The Warrior Teacher) – Well, somebody promised she’d be sending her answers, but she probably hasn’t answered anything yet. Plus she just lost someone close to her so that’s understandable. As for the others, it’s my own fault as I haven’t sent any questions yet (partly because I was expecting the said promised answers). Will push through then.

#ThursdayTips (none in October ) – In a sort of way, my missing posts here were kind of affected by a kind of issue I had to deal with last month. To think I do have stuff to share.

#FeatureFriday – Last time, I said this would alternate with #FridayFlashdance, which basically meant it would be my default post whenever I couldn’t post a feature in time. However, given that it was near Halloween, thought I’d do a #FreakyFriday thing again, like last year. So…

#FreakyFriday (see Freaky Me, ZZzzzoooommmbiiiesss…!!!) – I actually enjoyed these! The thing is, I was also supposed to share a third post last October 28. Miss Indecisive got the better of me again. The post is still in draft mode. Because I enjoyed that, though, and it’s still November, anyway, think I’ll continue this hash potato for a while. Don’t be surprised, then, by next Friday.

Saturdays and Sundays, or any day, could be about anything. I will post anything when I feel like it, like Moms, we are with you… that is a re-share of a writeup over at My Trending Stories. I definitely could relate to it.

(3) My Trending Stories. Posted once or twice, but certain things were kind of off for me and I didn’t have time to deal with them as well. I will need to have a working scheme for this because I do want to post there.

(4) Memoirs of a Coffee Cat. If you don’t know yet, that’s my more personal blog over at another platform. There were a few posts when I was in Drama Queen mode, but they were not really much. I just wanted to let off a bit of steam. Meanwhile, I have been re-sharing stuff from way back 2004, editing and updating along the way. It’s weird in a way as I get to re-read stuff that I now do not remember what were really about (some stuff vaguely shared), or who I was referring to. To think I said somewhere there that I could be having a lovelife soon. LOL. I should have known that “soon” meant eight years more, give or take.

Social Media Reach-out:

As I said in my last recap, I am very thankful to new followers. And of course, I am also very thankful to those who have followed me over the months, especially the years. Let me share some of them to you  and feel free to visit their blogs. Here they are in alphabetical order:

Christine,         Jane,          Lani,        Mabel,

Raine,               Rara,          Victo

More bloggers to link to in the coming months, for sure. “Old” ones, new ones.

Fiction/Story-writing:

Trying something out. That’s all I’m going to say.

Literature:

Done with Gregory Maguire‘s Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West online book. I wish I could read the third installment of his series, but I couldn’t find an uploaded copy where I found the first. I will read something else from there then as I am curious to see how certain movies based on books actually “look” and “feel” in written form.

Personal:

How apt that I thought of starting to watch The Walking Dead. Got season 1 and watched with the family. There were several awkward moments the first family night when characters spent sexy time, so the kids had to look away or close their eyes. The next night, I made sure to fast-forward to more wholesome scenes (like there’s any) as I already finished the whole thing the night before, ergo, I knew what to expect and when. Got season 2 now, but we haven’t seen it yet. Meanwhile, we started watching Japanese animated films. I made sure to watch with them so I could translate and explain the movies to them.

Aside from movies, I am again obsessing over stuff and stars that I obsessed over years back. Two of them are “CATS The Musical” and Veerle Casteleyn. I have, in fact, been playing professional sleuth (or professional stalker, you choose), trying to really find Veerle. I am proud to say that I have updated my post that is dedicated to her: Little Dove: Cat of a Feather. Do check!!! One of my fondest wishes is to see Veerle in person before I die. If I do die not seeing her, then I’ll fly and get to finally find her at the other side of the globe–no visa!!! I’ll be the first stalker spirit/ghost, ha ha haaa!!!!

 

Alright, that’s it with October. I predict that November would be a blast (yeah, right). Oh, and it’s my parents’ wedding anniversary today…

Love you, Mame & Dade!!!

 

“OBSESSION”

Well, it’s November and I thought I’d do a Freaky Friday theme this whole month. As my first F.F., here is a story I wrote several years ago. I hope new readers will like it 🙂

The End Justifies the Journey

Photo Copyright ©  J.Gi Federizo

HE watches her from afar, feeding his hunger for her with his eyes. Ah, but the night is long. Hallow’s Eve has always been long for Daniel Marco.

Tonight at the Ball, he sits at a lonely table, unmindful of all the meaningful glances thrown his way by coquettish vixens. He drinks all the merriment in as he sips a glass of blood-red wine, which is all but fitting. He has come here as Count Dracula, that vile man condemned and accused centuries ago. Some say Vlad Tepes never really drank anyone’s blood, that the manner in which he killed was by impaling his innocent victims. Yet, history has not completely proven it true or otherwise. Always, there are only speculations, speculations and nothing else.

However, it is the least in Daniel’s thoughts. Tonight, his thoughts and his eyes are on her, and her alone…

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RPG [Part Two] #atozchallenge2014

And we’re back! Just last post, I shared about ROLE-PLAYING and posted photos in RPG [Part One]. I was going to post the second part of the Role-Playing Gang post the next day but problems with choosing the last pics became quite a challenge, and then I had to take care of things that were of the life-changing scale.

Now I continue…

2012 continued

For the year’s Christmas party, the theme was United Nations, with a twist. Instead of wearing national costumes the usual (and boring) way, the challenge was to feature something about a country, perhaps something it is known for, preferably something bizarre. I thought, “Viking, female, princess…” It’s bizarre because do you see vikings anywhere you now? And they’re stuff books and movies are made of…Good thing I expressed this already because it so happened another person was thinking of viking as well.

For some reason, I assumed vikings were from Ireland, but my research brought me history. Scandinavia, it was. I saw viking princesses dressed in girly stuff. Ugh. I stink at being girly-girly. And I was going to be a viking, not a damsel to save, so it had to be something more special, so I was a viking warrior princess! Of course, I didn’t just assume it would be a Xena kind of thing, so I did my research as well and came up with this:

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Meet Helga Ormsdottir, Viking Warrior Princess

First of all, that axe can never chop anyone’s head off (I say it in present tense as I don’t have the heart to disassemble it yet). The handle’s from a mop, the black parts are just electric tape, and the “blade” is just metallic-silver gift-wrapper taped to brown envelope cut into the desired shape. For a while, though, somebody didn’t want to touch it, thinking it could cut skin 😉

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Helga’s cape at the back…Uh, does this outfit make me look fat? *girly mode*

Second-hand shops were really helpful. The sleeveless jacket was actually two separate things. The actual jacket was turned inside-out because I was after the faux fur. The back part that reached my shoulders was actually — ready? — a bag.

I was thinking of cutting an old, furry towel to use though the material wouldn’t seem close enough to that of the jacket’s. Then I happened on a shop and chanced on the bag…the night before the party! I say that was fate. What you see on the photo at right was literally half of the bag, the other half cut into several pieces to serve other purposes such as for the arm bands.

I had a sort of belt made out of a material my mother owned before, which term for it I didn’t know but she used it for medical purposes. The round shiny things, if you are able to notice from the pic above, were used CDs. I bought brown boots, too, that practical me could still use after, and I really still do. Parts of that bag served as furry parts of the boots. In truth, I put them over the boots. I saw boots that looked exactly like what I wanted, but it’s not practical to wear something like that on a regular day in a tropical country.

Now about the helmet, I made that, too, though it’s quite large on my head. I wanted a viking helmet with horns on it. So I grabbed a plastic coriander, put Santa’s hat over it and glued on 2011’s New Year blow horns made of actual photo films (not made by me). That thing in the middle was the pendant of my favorite necklace that I couldn’t anymore use.

Sorry if I went all-talkative about this. I just really enjoyed my costume. Oh, here are other pics from the party (I made up most of the names, BTW):

If this reminds you of Queen Amidala, that's because the inspiration for her costume was the Mongolian traditional garment for noble women. This girl made this whole thing by herself and her win was well-deserved. Okay, maybe she won't mind really mind me posting this. She's the Skuld of 2011's party

If this reminds you of Queen Amidala, that’s because the inspiration for her costume was the Mongolian traditional garment for noble women. This girl made this whole thing by herself and her win was well-deserved. Okay, maybe she won’t really mind me posting this (crossing fingers). She’s the Skuld of 2011’s party

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Representing Kyrgyzstan falconry, most of Sherwin‘s outfit weren’t made by him, but would you look at that eagle?!! He and his bro made that. That sealed it and he won, too!

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Everyone wanted a pic with that eagle, including the Viking Princess. I suppose you’re not to hold its feet like that in real life, but this one would have fallen off my arm

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The Jamaican Rasta Man

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Don’t know what country she represented but what tribe wouldn’t want this queen? 😉

 

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Egypt’s Queen Cleopatra

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The Dutch Maid and the Gypsy

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This Pirate Queen is actually the Ginantsilyo Queen. She crocheted that sexy outfit herself

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Here’s the Militia Leader when some of us actually went down to the mini-grocery store to buy some stuff. Two of us had the chance to win Best in Presentation, but this funny guy beat us, hands down. I would’ve complained if I won :p

 

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One of the various group pics. Included are the Norwegian…I dunno what he is supposed to be (LOL!!!), the Greek Goddess, the Piper, and the Cold Canadian Guy, he he…

 

2013

Last year’s Halloween was different. While in past years, it was a contest among employees of the different branches, 2013 was a time for team unity. This time, it was a competition among the branches themselves, not the individual employees. Each branch was supposed to create a three-minute horror film that involved the whole office.

The combined Makati and Quezon City branches came up with a Plants vs. Zombie trailer-type film. I talked about this in Zombie-fied!!! I’m happy to inform you we won 😀 This is the winning piece:

Some pics…

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The Cast and Characters

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Me as DJ Zom-B

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Me and My Boyfriend 😉

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“Braaainnnsss…” DJ Zom-B and Swashbuckler Zombie flank Sherwin’s Bonk Choy!…Incidentally, that’s my fave costume, or rather, head gear.

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This is my other favorite head gear, the Jalapeno that I couldn’t help but try out

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Zombies and the courageous Plants invade the city!

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Actually, they just wanted to order their food, so they waited in line for their turn, just like normal people. In photo: Target Zombie, Weightlifter Zombie and DJ Zom-B

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Meanwhile, how about a selfie and some texting. That’s Newspaper Zombie taking a selfie with Weightlifter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, for Christmas. We dared to be different. We wondered, “How do super villains celebrate Christmas?” Obviously, we dressed up as super villains, focusing on Marvel and DC comics.

We could choose whether we went as male or female villains. I really wanted to go as a villainess. My concern was most female super villains wore very revealing and/or skin-tight costumes (target audience rather obvious, ‘no?). The ones that really weren’t either looked like monsters, which I’ve had enough of, having nailed it at last year’s Halloween and played a zombie the next year, or looked like nasty old ladies.

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Here’s one of the few pics where I actually smiled. I could only photo-bomb and hide somehow. That’s Red Skull striking a pose, by the way

Alas! I found my super villainess — BizarroGirl! She is the counterpart of SuperGirl in the Bizarro World. But alas again! It was an epic fail for me. I worked the hardest for this and yet it was the worst costume I ever came up with. I totally had great plans, but I also totally lacked enough know-how on how materials worked.

I won’t explain further and will leave it at that. Let’s just say I still ended up looking like a pregnant (I am not, which makes it worse, LOL!!!), nasty old lady. I was feeling sick the night before and the whole day, too, so yeah, that made finishing the costume much harder.

Anyway, check out some of the cool costumes, though. I managed to grab clearer photos, thank goodness 🙂

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Catwoman and her bike…Sexy!

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Dr. Doom and the cute-me pose…So, it has come to this…

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Doc Octopus. Another doctor in the house to set things right. I mean, wrong

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Ra’s al Ghul…Nice version!

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I really liked the black emseble of Talia al Ghul. She actually looked like a cute super heroine! Couldn’t find a solo pic of hers, but here she is caught mid-wink (LOL!!!), flanked by Dr. Doom and…

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…the Smiling Harley Quinn

 

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This Joker‘s not smiling. The joke’s on us, apparently…

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Lady Deathstrike. I took a closer look and saw the long fingers were basically made of paper, but I stayed away anyway, ’cause they really creeped me out (still do!)

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Of course, we know where most of the red paint went, but Magneto‘s head gear was one of the coolest! I wanted to steal it!

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Enchanting, ain’t she? That’s 2012’s Tribe Queen turned Lady Enchantress. Beside her is…

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…the costume that won Best Costume — the Silver Samurai! Do I even have to mention who he is??? This year, we non-winners will push for forced disqualification for hall-of-famers! :))

 

And that concludes our RPG posts 🙂

Again, pics belong to us so do not share/distribute. Just link to here, if you really must.

 

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Did you enjoy the two posts? Hope you did. It’s fun sometimes to role-play. But it’s always wise never to lose sense of reality, eh? If you do have similar posts and pics to share, then by all means, share! Feel free to give us a link at the comment box below. Meanwhile, “S” is coming up soon 🙂

This is the second part of my “R” post for…

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RPG [Part One] #atozchallenge2014

Because I am a closet-frustrated actress (well, the closet has been opened now, I guess), I do enjoy ROLE-PLAYING. I do not, however, mean online RPGs, but rather the “more realistic” one called cosplaying. It was only in recent years, however, that I got to somehow enjoy a bit of cosplaying, thanks largely to our cool office that holds costume contests for Halloween and Christmas.

I thought that today, I would like to share to you some pictures with me and my officemates in costume. Now, remember, I am still practically new at this and we are not all-out cosplayers (that requires great dedication). I present to you…the ROLE-PLAYING GANG!!!

Please do not expect my own costumes as actual cosplay events-worthy (my motto is to do it the least expensive way possible). Just have a look and I hope you smile 🙂

 

2011

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It’s Psycho-lo Gi!! Well, okay, it’s hard to smile when someone’s in front of you looking like this, but that’s just me who could not think of any costume for Halloween 2011…I’m short, but I look stunted here. Hmnnn…

I didn’t hope to win anything with this one. I was pressed for time so I thought of a semi-Scream version. Bought a common mask and wore black jacket and slacks, that was it. Posed with a knife, but only for pictorial purposes, so kids, don’t try this at home. Didn’t go around the office threatening peeps with it. There’s a saying, “Baka itulak ka ng kapwa mo demonyo,” which means, “Your fellow-devil might push you,” so might as well avoid tempting him.

Unfortunately, only five of us somehow participated in this. How sad 😦 Winner came from another branch office…Double sad 😦 😦  Had a grand time posing with office peeps but I’m not sharing, ’cause they’re not kid-friendly stuff.  Sharing this one, though:

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That’s me at right with our Ate Ru sticking her tongue out (he he), then it’s she of MamaIsWorking in the middle (work it, Miss M.!!!)…

And so this was Christmas 2011 and what did we do? We went all-animated as we dressed in colorful costumes as various characters from animated shows, films and online games. Check out these cool pics!

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Some of us had costumes made, some didn’t have much time to prepare for something more elaborate (party was after work), but some of us did what we would describe as “kinarir,” or in figurative English, “made a career out of it.” Here we smile

 

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Here we serious! Just shared this one so you can check out the “gunblade” I made. Sorry for the pic quality

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You’ve probably seen this in my About page. I was Rinoa Heartilly of Final Fantasy wearing here parts/props of others’ costumes — Skuld‘s wings and Haru Glory‘s sword

I was and am not that familiar with most animated characters, not as much as my colleagues did/do, so I just tried to do research. I tried to look for a character with dark hair (so I wouldn’t need a wig) and that was not scandalously dressed and found Rinoa Heartilly of Final Fantasy —  I was the bigger, curly and brown version.

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A very close look at my drawing of the winged lion, The Griever

Created my own (anemic blue) blaster edge, Rinoa’s default weapon, and my version of her boyfriend Squall Leonhart‘s (cartolina) gunblade that she got to used, complete with the supposed etched winged lion called The Griever along the blade. I didn’t look anything like Rinoa (ha ha) but I was proud of my gunblade, It was safe, too, as the “blade” was just, as said, made of paper, it would easily bend if you just as simply poked it with your fingers.

There were lots of good costumes, but I will share only some because most were anime-inspired. If you are familiar with how anime female characters often look like, well, let’s just say I’d like to keep this blog kid-friendly. Besides, they would kill me if I did that. So I’ll keep this Gi-friendly as well, for my own safety 😉

Some costumes are worth showing, though, because they were creative and were made by their wearers themselves:

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My usual Komikon buddy Sherwin won 2nd prize as Haru of Haru Glory. The sword had us (again, kids, this is not a real weapon…it was heavy, though). The wings had us, too, and belonged to the one who won first prize as Skuld of Skuld (Oh My Goddess!). She’s so shy so I felt she wouldn’t want to be seen here in public. It’s the wings that won for her, definitely

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We’ve got the Super Mario Brothers–er–make that Super Mario Sisters–er–Maria…? This is Mario Mario

 

 

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…and this is Luigi Mario (and yes, Mario is their last name, look it up). These girls sewed up these outfits and created the cute hats out of feltpaper, I think

 

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Luffy, is that you? What a simple but perfect way to come as his favorite character from his favorite One Piece

 

2012

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BOO!!! Did I scare you? Well, I’m not sorry. I hope I did (LOL!!!). I call this my Aswang Salonga-look. Aswang is a Filipino term for evil, human-eating creatures/monsters that roam at night hunting for people to devour. I think I worked it with the eyes, but really, it was the hair that did most of the work

I was being a tightwad again so I bought the baggy black dress from the thrift or second-hand shop. Then I bought those fake plastic nails. They would look weird on me, though, as I have a brown complexion and the parts you attached to the fingers were white so I got surgical gloves from leftover medical supplies at home. The sleeves concealed my skin well enough. Just painted dark circles around the eyes and a bit of red lines on the face and neck that didn’t seem anything like blood at all.

I didn’t expect to win, at least, in the Branch Office, but I did. Looking at the pics told me who wouldn’t let me win? 😉 The funny thing was, my own sister asked me if I was wearing a wig! HA HA HAAA!!! I really just messed it all up and let it hang like that. So if you’ve read my TOP TEN QUESTIONS PEOPLE ASK ME post, now you understand how wiry it could be.

For fun, we did go out on the streets in full costume to buy lunch and stopped by a mall (I can now say their security peeps cannot be relied on as they let us in…what if we were robbers???). The kids screamed both in scared and amused ways and actually followed us in a bookstore. Some kids talked to me and suddenly, one touched my hair, probably trying to find out if it was true, smelled it even. Then she declared “Her hair smells nice!” Aaww…I just didn’t know whether to say thank you or be depressed when some guy amusedly said the costume fit me well.

There were only a few of us who participated, but it was lots of fun already. Ladies and Gents, we introduce to you…

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The not-so-Slender Man

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The dashing Scarecrow

 

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Jason of Friday the Thirteenth. BTW, kids, that’s just a prop in his hand, okay?

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The Woman with Creepy Crawlers…She’s so pretty, though, not scary 🙂

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Group pic, serious

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Group pic, wacky!!!

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Yipes…what would you do if you saw this…?

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Okay, this got much longer than I expected. So I prepared a part deux — RPG [Part Two]. Hope you’ve enjoyed what you’ve seen so far 🙂

BTW, pics belong to myself, f-l-o-r-i-e and our other officemates. Please do not share somewhere else, but feel free to link here…Thanks!!!

 

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“OBSESSION”

Photo Copyright ©  J.Gi Federizo

HE watches her from afar, feeding his hunger for her with his eyes. Ah, but the night is long. Hallow’s Eve has always been long for Daniel Marco.

Tonight at the Ball, he sits at a lonely table, unmindful of all the meaningful glances thrown his way by coquettish vixens. He drinks all the merriment in as he sips a glass of blood-red wine, which is all but fitting. He has come here as Count Dracula, that vile man condemned and accused centuries ago. Some say Vlad Tepes never really drank anyone’s blood, that the manner in which he killed was by impaling his innocent victims. Yet, history has not completely proven it true or otherwise. Always, there are only speculations, speculations and nothing else.

However, it is the least in Daniel’s thoughts. Tonight, his thoughts and his eyes are on her, and her alone. She has, once again, come as a dark angel. Indeed, the mere sight of her intoxicates him. A fiery angel in red, casting her spell on almost all the men in the room. Always, they swarm at her like bees hungry for a taste of her precious nectar, the way they swarm around her this evening. He has watched her for several years now. Though he has not had the chance to see her every time, he has seen her often enough to learn her name, recognize her laughing yet innocent voice, memorize her movements. At times, even as he holds gracious ladies in his arms, his eyes wander across the room and find her.

He has never seen her leave with other men. He makes sure he does not, afraid of such notion. Daniel leaves early, pulling his women away from the crowd, into the streets, and in his waiting bed. But always, it is her face he sees. It is her scent he imagines, for he has also memorized it on the few occasions he is able to be near her enough. If he has satisfied his women, it is because of her.

From the moment Daniel set eyes on Helena, she took his breath away. She had worn the same costume that she wears tonight. She, in fact, has worn it on every Hallow’s Eve that he has had the chance to be acquainted with her mere presence. Adorned by a pair of feathered wings, the red leather costume never fails to wreak havoc on men’s senses, not excluding Daniel’s. The smoldering look on her eyes, her full lips, the sweet contours hidden under leather make Daniel ache with a primal need that no woman has ever summoned. Perhaps, it is the feelings she invokes in him that has kept him away from her all these years.

But Daniel has now made up his mind. No more waiting. He will not wait any longer, not when she returns his gaze with a seemingly equal longing. Tonight, he will finally speak to her, hold her, feel her and, yes, have all of her. Helena will come with him. Daniel always gets his women. This one, though, is going to be special.

“Hey, handsome,” a woman in a revealing gothic attire sits beside him, linking an arm with his as her hand dangerously travels on his thighs. “Care to give a lift?”

Daniel knows she expects much more than a lift. Any other day, he surely would accept such a wanton invitation. His attractive countenance always makes it easy for him. He can simply sit alone like this and still, they come. But not tonight. He hardly pays the woman attention. “Forgive me, m’lady, but the night is still young and I am not yet prepared to leave.”

The woman laughs. “Ooh. In character, eh? You talk funny. I like that…Hmn…Are you sure you don’t want to accompany li’l ol’ lady me? You know, they say that every year, the Hallow’s Eve Mangler claims a life. Perhaps,…I need a gorgeous man like you to keep me safe?”

Again, Helena glances his way and returns his gaze. “And what makes you think you will be safe with me?” he replies meaningfully as he takes a last sip of wine and stands up, leaving the woman alone, confused, rejected, but safe.

SHE watches him walk towards her, holding her gaze. Could it be?

For years, he has fascinated her. She has watched him watch her, anticipating the moment that he will finally come to her. Yet he never does. Always, he leaves cradling other women in his arms, and disappearing into the night, only to return the next year. Though she has not had the chance to see him every time, she has seen him often enough to learn his name, recognize his worldly and sophisticated voice, memorize his movements. At times, even as she is surrounded by other worldly and sophisticated men, her eyes wander across the room and find him.

Very often, she finds him looking at her. The mutual attraction is there. Yet somehow, the invisible line has never been broken by any of them. How she wishes it is her he takes into his strong arms! Daniel, with his inexplicable confidence, exuding appeal, and lingering eyes makes Helena ache with a primal need that no man has ever summoned. Perhaps, it is the feelings he invokes in her that has kept her away from him all these years.

She needs to find what it is about the man that seems to be such a mystery. Perhaps it is true when people advise you to be careful what to wish for. But it is also true that if she does not find the answer to this puzzle, she might never ever find it. Oh, but the night is long. Hallow’s Eve has always been long for Helena. And tonight, it seems that her wish is about to come true.

She watches him walk slowly but with purpose. From the first time she laid eyes on him seven years ago, he has always walked like this, confident and with silent fire in his eyes. Still, something in his eyes tells of sadness and longing. At times, she has also seen lust in them. Helena is not naive of such things and does not pretend to be so.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” she says, leaving her admirers disappointed, their stories of wealth, power, and adventures cut short by her.

“Uh, I’ll give you a call, okay?” one of the men calls out but already, her mind is too far away from them to care. Her thoughts and her eyes are on him, and him alone.

Helena meets Daniel half-way, trying not to show too much eagerness in her steps. They stop and silently regard each other as dancers move gracefully around them. Daniel then bows and offers his hand. “May I have the pleasure of having this dance with you, m’lady?” he asks. Helena secretly smiles at the way he has addressed her.

“Certainly, m’lord,” she answers as she takes his hand, earning an amused smile from him. The mere touch of his hand sends a current through her. Her body trembles as he pulls her close against him. Perhaps, he has not noticed.

“Are you feeling cold?” he asks, holding her closer still that Helena only wants to be crushed against him. His scent intoxicates her senses as she struggles to keep sane. She does not know how much longer she can take it. “If I may ask, what is the story behind this wonderful attire?”

Helena looks down nervously and does not answer. True, she has worn the same outfit but only because of him. Seven years ago, it was this thing he saw her wear. The next years, she made sure he’d recognize her every time.

Helena looks up at Daniel and meets his eyes. “Daniel, take me with you…”

Daniel studies her face and smiles a little. “It may not be safe, m’lady.”

She smiles back. “For whom?”

HE watches her lying naked in his bed, sleeping like an angel.

It is past midnight and he has been sitting from a distance for an hour, admiring the beauty that has made him gloriously alive tonight. And he has not been alive as far as he can remember, never felt so, until seven years ago, from the night he first saw her. Since then, once in every year, he feels his heart beat, for her. He is quick to rule out lust. What he feels for her is more than lust. Perhaps, it is what they call love. Or perhaps, he is simply…obsessed.

Obsessed? At the thought of it, Daniel feels a sudden jolt. Obsession? Wasn’t that exactly what he had been called years ago? By that woman in the dark house several blocks from home? She had liked his Dracula costume and gave him many treats. The lone woman had called him in for more. She was sad, she said. She was alone, she said, and would he stay for a little while? But when she closed the door shut, it would be weeks before he ever saw it open again as the sound of sirens, banging, and gunshots filled the air together with the stench of blood, his and hers…

Helena stirs and opens her eyes, smiling. “Hey…What are you doing?” she asks half-asleep. He smiles back until she dozes off to sleep again. Daniel’s smile turns into a small frown. What has this girl done?

Before she invaded his world, he had been brutal, a savage, taking his women almost blindly and violently with no remorse. And when they were most vulnerable, at the precise moment their obsessions were already beyond control, it was then that he would strike, a stake right through their hearts! Before they knew it, he would have already smothered them until they breathed no more.

Daniel sneers. Oh, they were so blind with so much lust to ever care. They could not see the danger, never thought of looking under the pillows. All they saw was him, Daniel. Yes, those wenches deserved it. Lonely wenches that they were, no one ever really looked for them for long. And why should anyone? They were all like her, that cruel, cruel woman! They all had to die!

But…not her…Certainly not his Helena?

Daniel thinks in agony. For six years, he had been gentle and satisfied the women because of her. But always, no one ever lived to tell the tale. Tonight, this girl made him far more gentle and passionate than he ever thought he could be, far more caring, far more…alive.

No! She must die! Helena must die! It is too late to feel. He does not want to feel! He does not want to be obsessed with her. No, he will not allow it. He will not be like that horrible woman!

Daniel stands up and gets a pair of handcuffs from the drawer. This is what he should have done all along. He will kill her, drain her blood, and drink it! And then, he will slice her into pieces, bits by bits by bits, burn her, and scatter her ashes everywhere to be one with the air. The way the Hallow’s Eve Mangler does it. As always.

Helena stirs a little as Daniel handcuffs her hand to the bed. This is it. He must do it, he must! Daniel feels the chills all over his naked body. It is not the cold seeping through him, but the sadness, the pain, and the guilt brought on by all the years. He goes to the bed and gently pins the girl down, grasping her free arm in place as he aims the stake at her heart. Daniel takes a deep breath only to lose it in a sudden surge of emotions. He must say goodbye. He must. And he kisses her.

Either the kiss or his weight on her awakens Helena. She smiles until she sees the unexpected tears welling down Daniel’s face. “Daniel, what is it? What is the matter?”

“I-I have to…” he says, his hands shaking.

“You have to what?” Helena asks, confused. It is then that she notices the stake aimed at her. She turns pale and nervous. “D-Daniel?”

“I’m sorry, Helena…Goodbye…” Still, he hesitates. This is Helena, she is his. Should he destroy the only person he has somehow felt a connection to? And what if it is love?

But it is Helena’s response that surprises him. “H-how did you know?” she asks, her voice trembling. “Who told you?”

“What do you mean how did I…” Daniel freezes and looks at her. Something is happening. What is happening to Helena? She is changing right before his eyes…! “Helena, w-what…Your teeth…You’re a — !”

Then suddenly, everything dawns on him. Why had he not known? Had he known, perhaps, he would not have brought her here. Or would he?…Helena, his Helena, is a vampire!

He does not know when it is exactly that Helena breaks lose from the handcuffs. He only knows the feel of the mattress on his back as she pushes and overpowers him easily, the sharp pain of her fangs and the warm blood as it trickles down his neck. Of course, it is true! It is now that the legend of Vlad Tepes will be proven true and it is he, Daniel Marco, who will finally welcome it…Daniel does not scream and Helena stops to look at him. He looks back straight at her red and crying angel eyes, the last things he will ever see as Helena takes away his final, last breath.

SHE watches him lying naked and lifeless on his bed.

She has been sitting there and crying from a distance for an hour, staring at the mystery she has never really uncovered. In death, he is smiling, still with that inexplicable confidence, smiling even as she drove the stake into his own heart. Perhaps, she had given him one thing he had wanted all along — death. Ironic for no one has ever made her gloriously alive, and she has not been alive as far as she can still remember, never felt so, until seven years ago, from the night she first saw him. Since then, once in every year, she had felt her heart beat, for him. Who would have known that she still would have a heart?red-angel-marisol

What was it about him that attracted her so? Perhaps it was because he was an enigma, a mystery that waited to be solved. But now, she will not be able to know the story behind the mystery. How he even found out about her is also a mystery that will never be answered.

Right now, she feels something that she had not expected. Pain. How could she make herself believe she could finally love and be loved?…But no, it was not love. Daniel was an obsession that simply had to end. “Be careful what you wish for,” they said. But she never did get it.

Wiping the tears away, Helena stands up to put her clothes on. She has to leave before sunrise and go back to her own sanctuary. She is tired and terribly sleepy now. She is also hungry but no, she does not need his blood. She did not drink it at all. Somehow, she feels she wants to leave Daniel with a little more dignity. Oh, Daniel, now I will never really know you…

If only Helena knows that the mystery, indeed, has been solved. No more Hallow’s Eve Mangler…Goodbye, Daniel Marco.

Story Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

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