Halloween Costumes and Lingerie Costumes?

I was looking for cute Halloween costumes when I came across this rather sexy kid's costumes in the internet. 

Costume description is sexy and kinky too: Wicked school girl, little black dress, pretty kitty, devil darling. Hey are we encouraging child exploitation at an early age here?

Then I tried to search for adults Halloween costumes. Lingerie costumes appeared instead.

Happy Halloween!

Paranormal Expereince. Spooky Halloween to all!

 

Since it's Halloween, let me share my spooky elevator experience. Who wouldn't remember elevator scenes from the famous horror movie "The Eye". I have my same fare elevator experience. 

I was high school back then. My kuya was confined in the our resident hospital at Quezon city. I went there with my tita to pay him a visit. At that time some of the floors of the hospital is under renovation. Well of course, we access the elevator. We pressed the ground floor button. Then finally the elevator arrives to our floor, the down sign lights up, so we went in. To our surprise the elevator went up and it opened, there were no people around instead a dark floor, which is under renovation. We pressed the close button but still the elevator door opened and closed twice. It was really uncanny but we tried to stand still. How come it closed and open in the same floor with no people around and that floor is under renovation? Finally it closed and went down to the ground floor.

The next experience was in the same elevator. I was there again to visit my cousin who was confined. Now, I’m with my mom, tita and a male passenger. The elevator went down again it opened in the floor with no person around. We felt an air entered the elevator, lifting the strands of our hair. My mom whispered; “may kasama tayo”. We felt goose bumps around our skin, even the male passenger looked scared. I felt someone was beside me and it was really cold. The elevator opened again, and there were no people around. My mom whispered; “umalis na ata”, then it went down to the ground floor. 

2007 all souls day

Every “All Souls Day” we offer a prayer and food in the altar as a remembrance for our departed love ones as well to the souls who had been forgotten in time. I was leading the rosary when my younger brother kessel went to the altar to eat the food. My mom told him that it was an offering for our dead loved ones. Because of his young age and innocence kessel cried out asking if there were ghosts around. After our rosary my mom and kessel decided to stay outside in our veranda. Kessel pointed and told my mom: “mama, si tita susan o, pumasok”, my mom looked around but she saw nothing (tita susan was in her house sleeping with my cousins). Kessel told my mom again: “mama si tita susan, ba’t di mo pinansin” silence… “Ayan tuloy lumabas na”. My mom called me and told me what happened and we told tita susan the following day. Right then we believed that souls roams around during “all souls day” and visits house to house to have some feast. They don’t literary eat the food but I guessed they appreciated our effort to make them feel that we still remember them.

Have a peaceful All Saints and Souls day!

Tada! My new blogger account

I'm starting my first ever blog post in my new blogger account. Unfortunately, I forgot my old user name  from my  previous account. I still embedded my old blogger template. I hope this will be a good start in diligently posting my blog posts.

Sci-fi Laser Tagging Experience

Just like the old times in college we celebrated Machu’s birthday which also serves as our reunion. The thrill part of it we played at Market Market mall’s LazerXtreme. The first time we went there we were so anxious and excited. There were five teams in the arena, our team pink (machu, sowkie and I), blue team (marko and jet), red team (some grade school students from the international school at the Fort) green team (3 kids below 10 years old and one dad). We were so confident we’ll win the game over these preschoolers. But as it turned out, they were able to kick our ass during the whole laser tagging game. They have this strategy just like those watch from counterstrike. I bet those foreign students plays LazerXtreme as their past time.

Getting started with the game we were asked to wear an armour and laser gun. The goal is to tag your opponents in their armours using the laser gun. Once your tag you will be on power off for 10 seconds before getting back to game. You also have to tag other pack’s base which we did not know because we weren’t listening to the video instruction prior the game. During the game I’m running with my wedges on, sweaty and screaming because of excitement while those foreign students chase me during the entire game. Embarrassed with the results, being the under dogs, we went for another round. One-on-one round between the four of us.

LazerXtreme is indeed a fun sci-fi experience, especially when you’ll be playing with your friends. Much cheaper and safer compared to paintball. In paintball your limited with your paint capsules unlike LazerXtreme you have unlimited number of tags until the end of the game. LazerXtreme would cost you around Php 170 to Php 190 only. They also have party packages and group sessions. Perfect to spend with your family, group of friends and colleagues at work.

Do I have the worst job ever?

I want to share a quote which I have seen a couple of months ago in the airport, it goes like this: “If you’re not happy with your job, think of the those handicapped who wished to work but they can’t”. That line really struck me. How many of us complains every now and then because of our mundane tasks? Not to mention a low compensation for an overwhelming job responsibility. Rather, for having a jerk and control freak boss? Well, I felt the same way too… a couple of time I guess. But come to think of it there are no such things as perfect job. You need to have passion and dedication in order for you to stay in your job. High compensation won’t make you stay either if you’re bound to complain with your work load.

Theory of Woman, Time and Money