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On the 28th of August I was employed by a direct marketing company called LGB Direct. In professional terms it was a customer acquisition company. An easier way to describe it was B2C marketing. The concept was easy, basically sell a product to people. There were 3 different ways that the company was doing this and they were Business to business, events (shopping centres) and residential. I was doing residential sales. Knocking on doors to put it blunt. To some people, this kind of work isn’t exciting. It wasn’t. The amount of negativity you have to endure is overwhelming. I’m already an emotional guy. So this was extremely challenging for me. Being able to take No after No after No takes some skill. I know it doesn’t when you write it on paper but it really does take it out of you. When you’re on your own the amount of ranting you do because the last person you talked to was a negative human being is astounding. It doesn’t matter what the weather is too. These guys are still knocking on doors trying fulfil their goals because they work on commission. If they don’t put in the effort, no one buys, then they don’t get paid. It’s crazy, I’ve seen people bust their butts in the rain and still go home with nothing. Not only that they’re being sworn at as well.


I will never forget the day when someone told me “Don’t knock on my door like that again, or I’ll you out”…. I’m representing a charity…. why would you do that?? haha. What kind of low class scumbag, would bring physical harm to someone for collecting donations. On top of that it was raining on that day. Needless to say I’ve quit that part of my life because I couldn’t reach the standard to survive in the Battlefield of Sales. My mentality wasn’t at the peak to be consistently positive to do that line of work. I just wanted to say, if you’re reading this and you’ve had people knock on your door, listen to what they are there for. You never know you might want what they are selling. Also be direct with them. Even if they’re charities, just say “Yes” or “No”. Nothing was more annoying then someone giving me so many excuses to why they didn’t want to donate. I know people don’t want to say no to a charity but nothing is more precious than time. So don’t waste it if you’re not going to donate and you know it. I mean what is worse, saying “no” to a charity, or lying to one because you don’t want to help. If you’r not interested just say it. They’re not going to judge you, they’re there to do a job and that is to find people who want to say yes. So don’t waste there time, and more importantly don’t waste yours.


Now come the meat and the potatoes. Third year… and without a doubt the funniest, best and memorable year I have spent in education. I can’t even begin to gather words to express the amount of fun I have had during this academic year. Before third year, even though I have learnt a lot about myself and experienced a lot of things, I still didn’t really feel like I was having as much fun as I thought I should. These emotions are expressed in the first two posts I wrote about university. So, I didn’t really have any expectations for things to improve in my last and final year of study. Man was I wrong. So many things happened this year so far, it’s hard to pin point my favourite part. I have met a few new characters on the last year of my course which has made going into uni better than ever. I have also met a cool bunch of people from Annabelle’s course (or “IMPS” as Annabelle would say). As well as a few freshers which made nights out, like the one shown below, memorable.


It’s hard to find a place to start so I’ll do the obvious thing and start at the beginning. Summer of 2012 was exciting with the box office smash hits of The Avengers and The Dark Knight Rises,  four months to go before the “end of the world” and The Harlem Shake looming in our future.


Third year had started, and my place of study changed from a scrubby, grimey campus on Landsdowne to an academic vibe on Talbot campus. That’s right,  I’m amongst the top dogs now!! Everything looked and felt more intelligent. Such an upgrade. The year began with me attending a long week of induction tasks. It was clear from the beginning what the tasks were for. It was basically created with the soul purpose to make new friends and to help settle into the new campus. I was reluctant. It just seemed like a waste of time to attend, however that’s where fate would prove me wrong. Amongst that class, little did I know, some future friendships laying and waiting.  Ahhhh I ‘am so thankful I went otherwise I would of missed out on meeting new and wonderful people like Lucia and Lorena. We have had some good times in each others company which has made some incredible memories. I wish we went on more nights out together because these girls are seriously too much fun. They are a laugh and a half and I have loved being in their company. I will miss them so much when my time in Bournemouth comes to an end. It’s a shame I didn’t know them during my first two years, however we made every moment count during our time knowing each other.

lucia and lorena

Another twosome I know I will end up missing would be Darryl and Naomi. They are a couple which Annabelle introduce me to and they are such an epic pair. I’ve had such fun going to their flat and playing Dayz until like 2 in the morning. I’ve had memorable nights out with them both… well “memorable” to a certain extent. Courtesy of Darryl, evidence remains of me being in a dumpster on a night out to what was an awesome house party in the middle of the year. Yes I was very drunk. That same night was full of surprises. Poor Annabelle falling down the stairs, and the toilet being thrown up all over. That is a point to be taken literally, it was thrown up all over, the seat, the wall, the surrounding floor, it was grim. Sumerball with them was soooo fun. Even though I didn’t get as drunk as I wanted, I had a super fun day with memories that have become future stories to tell. The best part wasn’t Summerball itself, but the pre-drinks, walk and ride to Summerball. Bless Naomi with her tambourine, proper smacking it against the window of the bus we were on. Close to the end of the year I have grown fond of their company and I can honestly say I will miss having them around to talk to. They have helped me with certain hardships and offered valuable advice which made me cherish their friendship. My only regret is that I wish I could of met them sooner.

darryl naomi

Yes this year was filled with new friendships, but also strengthened old ones. I came to the new campus with old friendships still intact. Honourable mentions include my “love/hate relationship” with fellow Essex raised child Tinu. Now I say love/hate, because we can’t go one day around each others company without one of us insulting the other. Little that she knows, I actually hate her 😉 just kidding… or am I??? Joking aside she has made study sessions in the Talbot library quite fun and eventful. Next come my Bro’s, Aidan and Josh. If there were any two people I shouldn’t work with, it should be these two. So distracting. With them around I manage to cram in probably only 30 mins worth of work over a 6 hour period. During the revision sessions we did together for our exams, I managed to do 2 words over a 2 hour period… I’ am easily influenced by the social aspect of study groups. With that being said they also helped me study my butt off during the last exams I will ever part take in. Plus they made it fun and not boring, which I can never repay them for. These three will be missed.

Around the end of the year I started to spend a little more time with some unique people. Some of them were in their first year and some didn’t even attend Bournemouth University, but did attend the social gatherings. One first year I’ve enjoyed being around is Katie. Katie has such an interesting background and we’ve had countless fun at her place, what with the house parties and bonfires. I’ve also enjoyed the company of Alex. He is such a dude. Nothing ever boring to say. Our conversations are always filled with jokes. Nothing ever structured or relevant. Mr Ali Lyle. I have spent a lot of time in his company over the last 4 weeks whilst he has been on holiday from being a pilot. The dude is TOO funny. It’s a shame that he had to go back. I’ am going to miss his shenanigans.

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I wish I can keep talking about everyone else that has made these last few months of third year amazing. This year has really brought my University experience full circle.  This was just some of the highlights I took part in. To sum up, I can’t thank everyone enough for the fun which I was allowed to be a part of. You will all be missed. Three years of my life has gone by faster than I anticipated. Now that it is here, I don’t want it to end. It astounds me to realise I found it easier to move to Uni, than to move away from Uni. All I can say is thank you for the awesome memories guys 🙂

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There are very few things that get me passionate and wanting more and more. As I said in past posts, I love cinema and I’am a huge fan of diverse music. I love all kinds of movies like action, fantasy, drama, comedy etc. Films that kept you hooked to the story from start to finish make me passionate about the cinema. I love a huge mash-up of different genres of music like pop, rock, rap, RnB, club anthems etc. I love music in general which makes me want to dance. This is another passion of mine. Doesn’t matter what kind of dance, I love watching people move to music. If music could move that’s what dancing would look like. I also have a passion for good story telling computer/console games. I get a good idea of how technology has advanced forward with the graphics installed into games as they get released.  Which brings me to what I want to talk about in this post.

Recently I purchased a game from the Total war franchise, Shogun 2 Total war. Before this I wasn’t too keen on history, however the military side of history has always fascinated me, but one I never pursued to learn more about. It was one subject from school which always kept me wanting to know more.

After leaving school I never re familiarised myself into learning more historical warfare. Buying and playing Shogun 2 made this fascination grow even more. The game was based in the 1400-1500’s of medieval Japan. The gaming aspect was awesome no doubt, but the historical side of it was spell binding to me. I wanted to learn more and more. I learnt all I could in my free time about this time frame which made me want to buy more games from the Total War franchise. Like Napoleon and Empire Total War. Even thought these were games based around history, playing them made me want to learn and gain valuable knowledge on military throughout history. It also sparked curiosity into other time periods which shaped our modern day today like the Roman empire, The road of the American independence and The warring states of China. These along with other time periods had some of the greatest military tacticians and commanders which altered warfare forever. People such as Alexander The Great, Napoleon Bonaparte and Sun Tzu. I won’t waffle on too much about this because I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. But I will say this, without the past today would be different. If The Roman Empire never existed we wouldn’t have roads. If the British Empire never expanded, America would be different. If the coalition never defeated Napoleon, Eastern Europe would be France.  Could you imagine that… History would be different.

Looking back on second year there was so much of a difference between it and the first year. When second year started we were fresh off the London riots, Harry potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2 was just released, and Psy was about one year away from exploding into our lives with Gangnam style…. literally.


I felt a little less alone because I already had gotten used to being independent through first year. I also have Annabelle to thank for it. Having a small piece from home made Uni life a little more bearable. I still was trying to find myself during the course of second year. I felt a little more comfortable with my new surroundings, but still felt like I didn’t belong there. It was all very confusing to think about. To talk about second year in a nut shell, would be for me to say that I kind of kept to myself a bit. I made friends on my course and they were all very nice people. Some I’m still friends with today. I just couldn’t find my place in this new life. It’s really upsetting thinking about it now, because I see now that not how I should have acted or felt. Second year did feel a little shorter than first, but it was still filled some weird and funny laughs.

I’m trying very hard to think of highlights which don’t concern Annabelle, my house mate, but I can’t. Too many fun times in this house, we live in right now, made second year a good time. Let’s start with the random surprise visitor we got at the beginning of the year. There I was a trying to settle in our new home. I had left the door open in the kitchen because we had a strange heat wave during that September. I went into the living room to sit and watch T.V. and at the corner of my eye I spotted something ginger dashing by and entering the corridor… I went to see what the hell it was and it turned out to be a ginger cat just letting itself in wondering the house. I had to call Annabelle out of her room to see because I was stunned that a cat just wondered into my room. I’ll give the cat credit, you fearless mofo. I’m used to cats just getting timid and running for the hills, but this cat just walked in like a boss, probably saying to itself “yeah?? and??” Annabelle feed it ham and it went on its way. We saw that cat a few times more when we opened the back door. Giving us the eyes for more food. Fearless mofo ginger cat.

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Another fun surprise was Annabelle coming home on her nights out. Especially the ones which I was awake for. One in particular I had filmed so she knew exactly what she did the next morning mwahahaha. Aren’t I a good friend? I still have that video on Facebook entitled “Annabelle + booze = this “. The footage consisted of her telling me how awesome her night was and how she couldn’t get into lollipop. She said that several times. I made her eat bread to sober her up but it didn’t work. She ended up slapping herself in the face because she said her face was numb. Ahhh Annabelle. You strange soul.


At the end of the year we had our friends, Toni and Hayden, come and pay us a visit. The few days they were here was eventful. We finally got to go on the Bournemouth hot air balloon in the town square. Not going to lie, heights aren’t my thing. Neither was Toni’s. I tried to get out of it by allowing the almighty coin app on Annabelle’s phone to decide my fate. It didn’t work. Little did I know however I would enjoy it. It was an amazing experience being lifted to that height and seeing Bournemouth from above.


We also headed to the beach for a little handsome BBQ. It started off as a fail. It took me and my friend Hayden like 20 mins to get a fire started because the gust of winds which kept blowing out the matches. Toni and me also thought that it would be a great idea to touch the sand where the BBQ’s was placed. Not a good idea. We burnt ourselves. All in all it was a good and chilled outing, which is how I would describe my second year to a certain extent.

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Second year came to a quick end just like first year. It was a little less stressful emotionally, however trying to get the right grade to get into the third year made up for that. I can’t really say I learnt a lot because to be fair I didn’t. By the end I was still keeping to myself and still trying to be comfortable with being a student in a relatively new environment. You would of thought by now I would of become comfortable, but truthfully I wasn’t. I don’t know what it was. I can’t even tell you now, I feel silly that I didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have. The year wasn’t a disappointment, because I gave it no expectation. I just didn’t feel like I fitted in anywhere. Weird… However there was no denying on how fast second year went by. It seriously went by with extreme speed. What I took away from it was that I’ am a really shy person, and I’ am uncomfortable with change, I really am… If you have read this post up to now and the one before it, don’t feel too sorry for me, because third year changed my entire out look on university life. It really has been the bees knees…

I can’t believe it was three years ago that I started an incredible journey here in Bournemouth. I have met too many wonderful people I’m oblivious to how much time I’ve actually got left. Embarking on this part of my life has taught me so many new things; I have made so many strong bonds and made some existing bonds stronger. I can honestly say that this last academic year has been the best thus far. Although I’ve had the time of my life here it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows to begin with.


With time, come new experiences and memories. Boy have I experienced a lot , and made memories since moving out here in 2010. At first I was extremely excited finally getting out on my own and living an independent life relying on my own choices. I couldn’t wait to get away and live my own life in a new town. It was like having a fresh new start. I remember the summer before hand, “Just the way you are” by Bruno Mars was released, Call of Duty: Black Ops was being promoted and Glee was just starting its 2nd season. My gosh, that stuff doesn’t seem that long ago.

The beginning of first year was fun for most part. Until it started to dawn on me that I’m actually missing home. Such a massive culture shock, to say the least. The most annoying things I hated about home was suddenly the stuff I missed the most. Family yelling, dogs randomly barking at night and stereo typical Filipino behaviour. It almost made me break down a couple of times knowing that I’ am starting something completely on my own. My chosen course was fine to say the least. I didn’t really have expectations of it. The work load was tolerable. However, the level of standard was a surprise. I had to learn very quickly that they expected higher quality of work, and this is no joke.

Even though I was feeling down from being away from home, that didn’t stop first year from being filled with major events. One that sticks out most is also the worst thing that’s happened during my time in uni. It was the day I had an accident on my bike. To put it short I fell off my bike and landed weirdly on my ankle. It was painful. My shoe flew off my foot and got ran over by an M1(bus service). Wasn’t happy. To make matters worse it happened in an overly crowded public area, in the town square of Bournemouth, at the bus station. So not only was I in a lot of pain and embarrassed about my shoe, but also had hundreds of people watching me. The only person that helped me was a bus manager conducting the traffic. She phoned an ambulance because within 2 mins my ankle became massively swollen like an apple and was so painful to walk on. This wasn’t a good day. I had to leave my bike in town as I was driven to the hospital. After getting there and having my foot scanned they told me all I had was a sprained ankle. -_- it took them 6 hours to tell me this. When it was done I had no way of getting home because I had no money for a cab or bus. I had to get one of my best friends to come meet me somewhere in Boscombe to help me back to hers at 1 am. Worst day ever. On the plus side I’ve still got the crutches still hidden in my loft at home.


That best friend eventually became my house mate and still is to this date. I remember house hunting with her in February 2011 and immediately liking the house we still live in today. First we had a look at the upstairs apartment and it was too good. However we didn’t go for that one because it was upstairs, we came to the conclusion of no taking it because we were too lazy to walk up and down the stairs everyday… we thought about it long and hard ;). We decided to have a look at the downstairs apartment and it was divine. The picture beneath is a image I stole from Google of the house. It doesn’t look like much on the outside, but you know what they say, “it’s what’s inside that counts”. It really is a good little flat. Roughly around the same time I was experiencing some personal issues which she helped me through. I can’t thank her enough for that.

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This phase in my life also made university a little bit harder to cope with. To help me get my mind off of these issues I decided to learn guitar. I was always interested in playing an instrument from a young age and was always attracted to the guitar. I just think it, and still do, looks so cool. Since then I have been on and off on playing it. If I kept playing it from first year I would be probably be as good as my younger cousin. She could probably be a teacher. Yep first year was full of surprises.


One of which took place on a bus sometime in March 2011. My day in uni had just ended so I was typically heading home. The bus was pretty packed out so I headed to the back for a seat. As I sat down the lad behind gave me an evil look. I thought nothing of it but boy was i in for a surprise. Out of no where he threw my hat across the bus….. I was shocked. I asked him “what the hell was that” and he replied with “take that hat off!!”….. are you kidding me??? I didn’t ask for your approval on my clothing mate. As  matter of fact you don’t see me getting offended by the chavvy tracksuit crap your wearing. The argument escalated to me being ganged up on and being racially insulted in front of an audience packing out this bus. One little old lady tried sticking up for me but got told to “SHUT THE F*CK UP and mind your own business” by one of the lads…. real classy dude. Any ways, it ended with the bus driver kicking them off. That was by far one of the most “interesting” things that have happened to me whilst being a student here.


To end first year on a good note, the day I moved back to Essex at the end of the term was the day I got Jen…. My first car :’). Looked exactly like the one underneath except it had the word NISSAN plastered across the front window. You can tell my dad got it somewhere in Essex. Such a chavvy accessory. If I wasn’t short I wouldn’t be able to drive that car because I would have had a massive N blinding my sight. Never the less I loved that I finally had a set of wheels to hit the road. First year had a lot of good and bad to say the least.

nissan jen

To sum it up, my first year at Bournemouth University wasn’t what I expected. However, as humans we sometimes give ourselves expectations that reality can’t deliver. Yes I had fun, but I still felt out of place. I felt a bit alone. I think it was because I still needed to grow up a bit more and I wasn’t as independent and mature as I thought I was. It finally made me appreciate the value of family. Before moving out I wasn’t as connected to my familia as I’ am now. I can truly say the absence of them was a real impact on my emotional and mental attitude towards family and it’s importance. First year also taught me I was still learning as a person. Even though it was tough to get used to, I did it, and it went by so quickly. Also, I have learnt that life has it’s surprises, good and bad. We just have to enjoy the good ones, and learn from the bad ones. Second year was no different. However I think it went faster….

Before I begin I just want to make it clear that I love who I’ am. I know who I’ am and I love what I stand for. I know what kind of guy I’ am and don’t want to change that. It’s because of who I’ am I’ve met some of the nicest and funniest people to be around. I’m not going to complain about my traits because there’s not a lot I can change about myself. With that being said, there is something about me that becomes increasingly annoying every time an incident occurs which is similar to the last. I know exactly what it is and as I said before there is nothing I can do to change it, I am what I am. I guess sometimes the trait just becomes over whelming and I feel hopeless.

I’m an easy going kind of guy. I’ve been told before that I’ am quite easy to get along with. To be honest that can be quite true. I don’t have any reason to hate anyone unless you show me a reason. I love to love. I can be quite shy at first but that’s only because I know if I act myself around new people you will consider me to be quite “bat sh*t crazy”. So I save that until I know I can be weird around you. I’ve been told I’ am quite funny, most of the time I don’t try to be. I love to laugh because it’s the sound of happiness. Yep that’s me in a nut shell. I haven’t got much to hide because I like to wear my heart on my sleeve, metaphorically of course. The problem lays when you open the nut shell and see what’s inside. Most of the time I put on a smile and act like nothing is wrong. I would make people laugh to hide my pain and only the closest people to me would know this is just an act. Sometimes people would ask “Are you OK?” and my answer would be “Yes I’m just tired”. Which is code for, no I just don’t want to talk about it. The reason why I say this is, I don’t want that person to carry my problem or feel like they have to help me out of it. Most of the time I like to handle my problems on my own.

This is where my curse plays in. Most people have strengths and weaknesses. I have a strength which is also my weakness. The strength is that I’ am able to make any girl feel listened to, make them laugh, feel appreciated, special, cared for and even loved. But I can’t get them to fall in love with me. As soon as I meet a women and they spend a little time with me, they realise what kind of guy I ‘am, and I automatically get labelled. I now become their friend that they can always talk to. This becomes so frustrating for a guy like me because that means dating is out of the question. I haven’t got the courage to lay my heart out on the line when I first meet a girl because I have been burnt so many times before. So I like to wait a little and get to know them, but I tend to always wait too long and by then it’s too late. It’s not like I wait months before I feel like we have a connection just long enough for a girl to realize I’m best guy friend material. This has happened again recently with a girl who I get along with well. However I know how it will end up and it doesn’t look good for me. It just feels like a never ending string of rejection, and another add to the friends list. I’m not complaining about the friends I have made they’re all awesome and wouldn’t trade in one of them. Just sometimes this gets unbelievably hopeless and lonely, and yes it gets to me. Maybe I’m just everyone’s friend.

This is my blessing. This is my curse. Yet, I still wouldn’t change who I ‘am.

As I get older I notice a current theme about my life and who comes into it. I usually surround myself with people who could be considered as “abnormal” and even sometimes “crazy”, however these are the people who keep me sane. I don’t know what it is about weird people, but I always find them more comfortable to be around. I’ve been even called weird on numerous occasions. I prefer to be called misunderstood.  Yes even I know I can be a bit strange sometimes, but it is mainly because when you surround yourself with weird people you eventually become one of them. This doesn’t mean we skip down the high street in a diaper singing hymns whilst licking a giant lollipop. We just say or do little things out of the ordinary.

I have even referred a few of my friends as animals, kinda like nicknames to suit their personality, or because they did something to deserve that name.  I have a friend who’s a moose, a friend who’s a bunny and a new friend who recently became a koala. Yep, if you hang around me long enough it won’t be too long before I get comfortable around you and become “bat sh*t crazy”. Being weird, crazy or silly means you like to push the limits on normal behaviour, well I think so anyway. I love people who do this. They make life interesting. I have a hand full of friends who do just this. I love being weird and silly. It’s like being a cartoon. Just like a cartoon I like making faces because I think my face is pretty elastic. Making faces to express your emotion is too awesome.


First weird friend I want to talk about is my room mate Annabelle. Now even though I like to consider her as a weirdo she isn’t as weird as other people I know. She has this amazing ability to make me laugh by really doing nothing at all. I ‘am not the only one who think this. She makes little effort and gets a laugh out of it. I think it’s because it’s the way she does things. Like for example not two weeks ago we’re watching T.V. and she goes into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, or mug which ever you prefer. All of a sudden I hear “YES!” coming from the kitchen. She sounded excited as if she just won something, like a small prize on the lottery. It turns out she just threw her teabag into her mug/cup from the other side of the kitchen and it went in…. as impressive as that is, that can still be classified as weird. I did laugh by the way when she told me. She also has this way of saying things so innocently and pure it is as if a child is saying it. Sometimes, and I’ve even told her this, I want to be in her head for like 1 minute. Just so I know how she thinks. Even though, she is an awesome person to be around and she’s always seems to be on a high. Nothing gets her down, which is kinda weird.


One of the most weirdest people I have ever befriended is Josie. Anyone new, who has just spent 5 minutes with Josie can label her as a weirdo. The first time I met her I accidently mistook her for Annabelle. THEY LOOKED SO MUCH ALIKE. The first time we got them two to stand next to each other we were all freaking out on how similar they looked. I’m probably going to get punched for this because they are both fighters. Ones a black belt and the other is an MMA fighter. None the less Josie and me have had so many weird times together. We tend to freak people out whenever we hang out with our friends. We act the same so much that there was a period where me and her thought we were synced. We would say the odd random thing at the same time. I can possibly say that she is the main reason why I became odd. Although now she reckons I have surpassed her weirdness. I still think we’re on the par. She is also the one I refer to as “MOOSE”. This is because that’s her word. I don’t know why, and I don’t know when she developed this. But since day 1 I have called her a moose, because she keeps saying the word “moose”. We even have conversations about moose’s. The latest one is “would a moose eat a chocolate mouse?” Yeah we’re weird. She is still one of the nicest people you’ll meet and if she’s weird, it means she wants to share… her words not mine.


Kirsty… O my god there too many childish memories with her. Back in college she used to get called retarded on a daily basis. Which is quite ironic because she is one of the most intelligent people I know. She is the one who introduced me to the “Charlie the Unicorn” video. Up to this day, I swear Kirsty could’ve made that video. We were quoting that video so much afterwards. Even doing it to her cousin because ironically his name was Charlie. We must have looked like nutter’s. There are too many fond memories of us being silly together. One of which involved us jumping into a pile of leaves in the back of the college on a cold autumns day when we went out for a walk. Childish, silly, weird? yep we definitely were. The only problem with this story is that she jumped into the leaves first. Flattening the pile so when it was my turn I hit the floor… hard. Come to think it, she’s hurt me physically quite a few times. Another time in college when I had to go to a lesson I hopped over the bench we were sitting on to get there faster. As I was standing on the bench she thought it was a good idea to hold my foot. I fell to put it short. Off the bench and onto the floor. That hurt A LOT. No doubt we had some fun times and no doubt there are more fun times to come. I just hope I don’t get hurt in any of them.


Next weirdo is a family member, Juanna. Me and Juanna are cousins but I like to refer to her just as another younger sister. We’ve lived near each other for years and only in these last couple of years, whilst being a student, have I cherished our relationship as family. When I was younger I wasn’t into family as much as I’am today. I love that we’re only 5 minutes walk away from each other and we can talk about anything. Although in relation to this blog, the weirdness runs in the family. Not too long ago Me, Juanna and some Filipino friends of ours decided to go out for the day and venture into London. Stereotypically as Asians do, the first thing we did was went to Chinatown to eat…Afterwards we went to Trafalgar Square to hang about because it was such a nice day. There, just beside the fountains behind Nelson’s column, was a street entertainer with an amp. I can’t really remember what song he was singing, but right off the bat me and my cousin start dancing…. and it wasn’t cool dancing if you were wondering. We just started swaying side to side and towards each other. I didn’t even think to look around to see if we were getting looks because I was to busy laughing.  Yep our family is definitely weird. And that’s just me and my cousin….


My bunny rabbit, Joanne. Now don’t let her size fool you, she maybe small and tiny, but her personality and her weird scale can be huge. I’ve only known her for little under year, but we’ve grown close. She refers to me as her “Kuya” (Filipino word for older brother) which is already sweet enough as it is. She’s so cute, tiny and sweet, but boy can she be strange. A couple of months ago we were having a conversation on Facebook, and right in the middle of the conversation she types in bold the word, POTATO. I don’t know why… but she did, and I don’t know why, but I laughed. When I came through the laughter and asked her why she said that she replied with “because it’s funny, doing it in a German accent”….. I didn’t even know what to say. All I did was laugh some more. Now that I’m back at university for this term I don’t see her as much any more which is quite annoying. However I know whenever I need to talk, this weirdo will always be there… unless she’s ignoring me (which is all the time).


Last but not least is my newest weirdo to the collection… Lucia. I’ve only known her for a couple of months but boy has she made an impact on me. She has this way with words, and what I mean by that is she can make weird ass sentences that no one can think of, and make it seem fine to say it out loud. She has made me laugh so much already that I’ve managed to tone my stomach with all the laughter. I now like to refer to her as a koala bear, but not because she’s cute, it’s because of a picture she sent me of her climbing a lamp post. Most people would just pose in a picture in front of the Arc de Triomphe and probably stick a thumbs up or a peace sign. Not her, she finds a lamp post, climbs it and hugs it for her picture. It’s a little strange of how weird and outgoing she can be but I can’t help but adore her and laugh. As she puts it, she’s unique. I just call her weird. Some of the things she says still catch me off guard and I end up laughing like a crazy person. For example, just before Christmas I organised a dinner out with a few friends before we all went home to see our families for the holidays. The day before the dinner she says to me, and I quote, ” if I won’t be able to move after cause I am too full and heavy….you have to roll me home”…. This is just pure comedy in writing. Weird, but funny.

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Yep I love my weird friends. They keep me entertained, and above all else they keep me sane even though we’re all insane. That is the impact of weirdo’s 🙂

For people who don’t know me personally I’am of Filipino ancestry. Being Filipino builds a passion in me that I can not find any words to describe. I am proud of my in heritage and I love my ethnic background. I never used to be like this though. Growing up in Britain made me embarrassed of my Filipino culture because of how different it was to British culture. As a child I used to be extremely embarrassed of even the smallest things about Filipino’s, like our accents. When a true Filipino talks English they would mix up the sounds of certain letters. Like pronouncing an “F” like a “P”, making a word like fork into “pork”. I used to cringe at stuff like this. However now that I’m older and little more experienced I can not get enough of this culture. I love everything about the Philippines because it is a part of me. Even though I grew up in another country the Filipino pride followed me and I can not be any prouder to be full Filipino.

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For those who have spent enough time around Filipino’s you would probably associate us with food. I personally haven’t been to a Filipino gathering where there wasn’t plates among plates of Filipino cuisine. Everyone is so nice and trying to get you to in gage in their hospitality. You always get asked to eat, even if it’s not their party. I think that’s why some Filipino’s get fat when they’re older because they just give up saying “No” all the time. A little tip to non Filipino’s, when going to a Filipino party wear loose clothing and go starving. Myself I love our cultures cuisine. I love what we can do with food. Chicken, beef, fish, pork (not fork) and rice it’s all good. One way to find out if someone is truly a Filipino is to go into their house and see whether or not they have a rice cooker. It is a unwritten law of Physics that all Filipino’s have a rice cooker. The reason why is because rice is a part of our daily routine, and yes I said daily. A true Filipino eats rice everyday. I don’t think I can do that because I’am a lover of food. I need diversity on a plate. But still I love what comes out of a Filipino kitchen, it will always have a special place in my stomach.

Another aspect of our culture is family. This is a very sacred part of our heritage. The only thing that would be more important than our family would be religion. Filipino families tend to be very big, this is because we believe the more children we have, the more blessed we are. Either that or we just like to reproduce. I was taught that family always came first. I’am very grateful that my parents taught me this. This gave me the characteristics to build friendships and cherish them. And because of this not only do I have a blessed family, I also have amazing friends. Another thing that runs deep in our culture is loyalty. We tend to help each other in our time of need as often as possible. This is something that still astounds me to this day. It’s how we are always able to help the people who are most important to us. We’re like one big family. I grew up with two younger sisters, and three younger cousins. I’m like the big brother to them all, and sometimes they tend to help me out whenever I don’t have answers to my own problems. We’re always there for each other no matter what.

All Filipino’s have a special place in their hearts for one type of music… Cheesy pop. I don’t care what anyone says it’s the truth, they just don’t want to admit it. It’s why we love karaoke so much too. During karaoke the cheesiest of pop songs and ballads get sung. I myself love this genre, even though my pride doesn’t want me to admit to it. But yes, I too like to bust a move to the sound of the Backstreet Boys. I just can’t help it, it’s like a reflex. Any Filipino that doesn’t want to admit to this, it’s O.K. I know the truth.


I love that I grew up here in Britain, but my heart will always be within the 7,107 islands that make up the Philippines. Yes we have that many islands.

As we get older, it’s no secret, we try to maintain our youth through any means necessary. It’s in our nature to try and stay young because when you put it onto paper no one really wants to get old. I’ve just turned 22 and I’m already dreading getting another year older :S. Before I know it within a heartbeat I’ll be walking everywhere with a walking stick. Bad times.

Many people try different kinds of cosmetics and treatments to try and stay young. I use a different method… Disney :). Although it’s an unorthodox method and it really doesn’t make you look any different. It’s my way of holding on to that everlasting youth that we all crave. Whenever I feel down and depressed about anything general in life, I always find myself logging onto my computer and watching a Disney classic, and I’m not talking about a Disney Pixar film (even though Pixar films are pretty awesome). I’m talking about the classic Disney Picture movies in 2D animation. These movies are getting older and still haven’t lost their magic. As a child I watched all the Disney Picture films, even ones before my time. Each telling a different story of the underdog, hope and true love. They stretched my imagination and made me believe anything is possible, to dream a dream that will come true one day. These films will always have a special place in my life. It fills me with that overwhelming positivity which gets me through the rest of my day.

With every year that goes by it gets increasingly difficult to remember fond memories of another time. Watching a Disney classic leaves a permanent mark in my memories of a time where there were no responsibilities and I had nothing to fear or worry about. This is how I keep my youth in tact. A 90 min animated film which turns back the clock to easier times and takes away the IM from impossible. I don’t need treatments, remedies or cosmetics to make me feel young again. Through Disney I can relive my childhood whenever I want and maintain youthful. I once told someone “Watching Disney movies is like being a kid forever”. That saying hasn’t proved me wrong yet. In fact, emotionally, I feel like one of the Lost boys. Disney Magic.