Guys, meet CHUCKY, a.ka. .Charles Lee Ray a.k.a Chaka Doll.. He might come off as a good doll at first, but what you do not know is that he has a big knife on his back! HE looks meek and kind and he would seem like the perfect companion, but in reality, he is one psychopathic son of a bitch who will trample anyone just to steal your soul.

He is a disgusting midget, with no manners and no breeding. He was an ex-convict at his previous life. NO WONDER! He is so good on the outside that in the movie the kid goes to his parents and tells them that Chucky is evil, but no one would believe him. He is indeed manipulative and makes people believe that he’s the good guy when in fact his character is lower and much dirtier than a pile of worm shit.

At first he he pretended to be a good doll, so the kid would trust him. But then when the kid finally allowed him to take control, he went back to his real self, a pure manifestation of evil that surpasses even Hitler with a pineapple shoved up so high in his ass (See Little Nicky.) He belongs in hell and nowhere else. Period.

Fortunately, as most movies go, GOOD triumphs evil. Everyone finally knew what Chucky really was and in the end, the truth set everything free. Except Chucky of course. The pathetic loser-dwarf was hacked into pieces and Andy and his friends grew up and moved on with their lives, without ever looking back at the time when their lives were bothered by a cheap, two-faced, maggot-infested abomination in the name of CHUCKY.

So moral lesson of the movie. Never trust a kind face. Dolls can be very deceiving. But no matter how pathetic they are, they still have a story to tell. For me, Chucky was an epitome of someone who has been left alone and abandoned. He is a useless worm who tried to find his own identity in the world. Unfortunately, at the end of the movie, his identity turns out to be exactly who he really is—- still a WORM… Having realized this, he became so enraged that he thought that if he goes down, then everybody should go down with him.

Good thing the movie also tells us that the truth will come out no matter how much we hide it. Even if Chucky tried to put everyone in misery, the GOOD PEOPLE still won in the end! That is how the world is… no matter how you twist it… GOOD PEOPLE WIN, BAD PEOPLE LOSE…. Karma, my friends, is the best ally… and just like Chucky in all six movies, everything that he does will all go back to destroy him.

So kids, beware of CHUCKY… he could be lurking anywhere, trying to be your new best friend. He could be tagging along with you even if you don’t want to or sticking to you like glue even if you’re too disgusted to be around it. Look inside your heart and see the truth, for it may just save your life. So, be careful and always remember what I said….not all dolls are created equal!




me :-)

This is me. Complicated and imaginative. I dare you to enter my thoughts.

I was born on March the first. So yes, I’m Piscean. And I think it pretty much explains why I’m like this. I prided myself more intelligent than my peers once, having been able to read and write at the age of three and skip two years during pre-school and primary school. But I guess being too far from your peers would make you lose your childhood. Now I’m 30 years old, doing this degree right after sailing through BA English Literature and BS Business Management in UP while still making up my mind on what the hell I’m really doing with my life and on why can’t I be a kid forever. Or worse, people would always ask “How can someone like you end up studying here?”

I just tell them “How can someone like me not? I hate wearing uniforms.”

Being in this school made me realize that as much as the type of school could help shape up your backbone, it is not always the general case. It is through your passion and diligence that would allow you to soar at your destination. UP and WIT have taught me different styles of looking at the world. The former with ambition, and the latter, with compassion.

I have the blood of artists. My father is a thespian, a photographer, and once, a painter. My mother is a fashion designer. So is my younger sister. And my brother is a musician. The five of us can draw well and we all play the guitar. My grandfathers from both sides were singers and thespians. And the rest of my extended family? Well, let’s just say, they inherited the madness that comes with the art.

I love art. Be it theater, literature, music, dance, and fashion. And who does not love even one form of art? I think people would have loss of air if God takes away their art. It adds up a big part to my complication, but it makes me feel free. So I’m willing to stay complicated.

I chose teaching because I personally think it is the noblest job in the world. Even priests can be partial. But not teachers. We teach both the good and the bad and we let the students decide for themselves on which road to take. Teaching allows me to fuse my art and my imagination to rouse my students’ minds. I love the look on their faces when they are trying to think of an answer to an issue I bring up. And most of all, I love seeing their faces when they tell me that they learned something from me.

Personally, I love studying… It’s like a forced hobby, but a hobby nonetheless. Oh! We’re only talking about English subjects here right? Because if we’re talking about studying Maths or Filipino, then it’s an entirely different story. Think Da Vinci doing the dougie.

As I am both teaching, studying and working at this moment, I think I have the right to say that I know how students feel. And I boldly use it to my advantage. I am a supporter of hypermedia as an educational tool. And I will elaborate my reasons later. I simply think that as each generation progresses, so does its science, and consequently, its technology.

I am far from perfect. I am not a morning person, and my brain is at its most active at around midnight, which explains why I chose to write this at 1:27 in the morning. I am also the most stubborn person you’ll meet. If I want something, I’ll cry, beg, and scream or at least pretend to cry, beg, and scream just to get them. If everything fails, I work harder and push my boss to the edge until he gives me a cash advance.

I run two blogs, one is personal and it contains all my thoughts, ideas, dreams, frustrations, and plans on my future. It mostly features things I love about life and thing I love about being a teacher. The other one is a website for my business. I create and sell vintage-inspired accessories, hair accessories and personal hand-made sanitizers. I also like taking photographs and I feature them on both my blogs.

When I finish school, I have two plans. The business side of me hopes to go back to Korea or go somewhere far where my skills are needed by EFL students then maintain a minimal part of my business as a kind of sideline. But what I really dream of is for my business to succeed and then, volunteer teaching to less fortunate students during weekends. Either way, I hope that I do them with integrity and passion.

Honestly, I feel that my life is too short. My mind sees something different everyday, and although most of the time my mind gets consumed by nonsensical, worldly matters, there will always that time and that little corner in my mind that invites me to free my thoughts. To ask, to ponder, to wonder, to critic, to create, to rant, to pray, to fly.

Do I sound schizophrenic now? We better hope I’m not.  

My first affirmative speech from our debate class last year


Mr. Chairperson, honorable judges, my worthy opponents, Ladies and Gentlemen, good afternoon. The surplus of students who have graduated nursing is but one of many end-products of schools accepting enrollees without limits or standards and have consequently become a burden to our economy and society. It seems that despite the knowledge of limited job opportunities, the growing number does not seem to stop. More and more families are suffering from financial woes due to unreturned investment and unemployment. Because our team believes that students deserve equal chances to have better opportunities and academic credibility, we stand resolved: that the government should regulate schools in the number of students enrolled in different programs. But before I go on, I would like to define the terms. Government is defined as the system by which a nation, state or community is governed; particularly referring to the constituted authority of the Republic of the Philippines which is the Commission on Higher Education or CHED. We focus on the word regulate in terms of imposing restrictions, rules and limits. The term student is limited to enrollees of any baccalaureate degree under the quota programs. And since we will be mainly focusing on the restriction of student numbers, we shall define quota programs as programs that are in demand therefore under cut-off requirements and limited slots. Enroll is defined as to be officially listed in the school’s student records after undergoing requirements of the quota system. And finally, school is defined as higher educational institutions in the tertiary level under the CHED.

We, on the affirmative side, believe in quality, not quantity and in being so, develop graduates that possess initiative and passion in their line of work. An ideal quota system places the quota courses through an examination whose purpose is not to determine who is eligible for this school, but to assess the student’s strengths and weaknesses through the results. An ideal examination shall include a psychological test that could determine the personality, the EQ and the degrees that are best suited for his abilities. After assessing his high school grades and his entrance exam, the student is guided into choosing the appropriate course for him through pre-enrollment counseling. And finally, during his first year, a series of counseling shall still be implemented to get him familiarized with his course, followed by yearly career updates to get him in constant track with job opportunities in time for his graduation. We believe that this system could change the way our youth develops as contributing members to our society and to our country. Allow me therefore, to discuss the necessity aspect of this system.

There is a need for change. First, the quota system is needed to battle the problem of supply versus demand. According to O’Grady Peyton International, the nursing industry has experienced retrogression and the unemployment rate in the USA. Nurses are now being canceled and abandoned by their respective agencies. And with the recent economic crisis of 2009, the rate of employment in the US has declined. President Obama even expressed concern for the continuous entry of foreign workers and proposed an increase in education budget so that the job opportunities would prioritize their own people. A bill was proposed by the US Congress to limit visas for Register Nurses with an annual limit of 50,000. Fifty thousand. Don’t you think it sounds quite small? With an average of 86,347 nursing graduates per year, it is logical to say that demand does not meet the supply. Furthermore, countries such as India and South Africa, whose nurses are equally skilled and proficient in English, are also being hired abroad. The 50,000 limit is not exclusive for the Philippines only but it is open to competition. 

Second, we need the quota system to increase the quality of education in schools. Just recently CHED has issued a warning to close down 152 nursing schools after consistently averaging a passing rate of 30% among its graduates on the licensure examination. Moreover, The Head Alliance for Democracy has stated that from 2004 to 2006, the proportion of nursing graduates who passed the RN exams have decreased from the already low 56% to 42%. So what does this imply? Does the overpopulated nursing school congest their students in their classrooms when CHED requires the teacher ratio of students at 1:25 in laboratories and 1:50 in classrooms?  There have been many accounts of violations regarding this and if you actually think about it which student would benefit more from his teacher? One who studies in an over-populated classroom or a student who enjoys more attention from his teacher and peers because of the quota system? You decide.

Lastly, a quota system is needed to foster psychological and social awareness and growth in each student concerned. If you are best suited to a particular degree and have entered into it, chances are, your social and psychological development will maximize to the fullest. You will become a student who does not only rely on the guidance of the teachers but also become someone who possesses the initiative to better himself through other means. Research has shown that students who have undergone psychological testing and have been placed in a suitable degree acquire more intrinsic motivation than students who are just financially motivated or their only option is to choose the degree their parents have opted for them. It has also shown that most students who graduated with a degree that they were forced into and was not suited for them often ended feeling incomplete and yearning for freedom. These types of people usually feel bitterness and resentment at the later part of their lives. What kind of example will they show to their children someday? Are they most likely to give back to society when they are so unfulfilled?

Ladies and Gentlemen, there is a great need to maximize the potential of each student here. And it is not only a need but a right. By allowing the quota system to screen students and guide them into their suitable degrees, we will not only be producing competent graduates, but students who have fulfilled the very aim of the constitution, (which is to entitle them in a quality of education that accelerates social progress and promote total human liberation and development.) Art. 2 Sec. 17

I shall now submit myself for interpellation.

Whiskey: thoughts and ramblings on the fine art of distillery


I hate to admit it, but I think I am a Pina Colada kind of girl. Give me a spoon of the hard stuff with lots of citrusy sweetness and I’m good to go. So when my Uncle Joseph called me over to drink my first scotch while visiting their house to borrow a cup of sugar, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

The first taste went down pretty smoothly, or so I thought. It was heat in my throat all the way down my stomach. Then, when I exhaled, I went “Mmm” as the feeling of what is believed to be smokiness and sweetness escaped my breath. I took a second sip, and this time the bitter aftertaste seemed to have receded and the heat on my mouth was followed by this certain jolt of sweet satisfaction. Unfortunately, I had to return home and continue on my baking duties but I did pull out a mental note to find out more about scotch and why it left such a lasting impression on my mind, and obviously on my throat.

It is interesting to note how various self-proclaimed connoisseurs could never agree on the taste. Even my uncle calls it “smoky” but his wife calls it “straight up smooth.” So with curiosity creeping in, I finally decided to pull off a little whiskey research and here were some of the interesting facts that I have found out.

1. Whiskey hails from Ireland – and while my uncle would argue to his death that since only the Scots make the best one therefore they probably made the first one, I found out that it might be subject for argument, since Irish legend claims that whiskey was invented to keep their people from invading other countries. Though that mystery is yet to be solved, what is factual right now is that whiskey in Ireland is termed “whiskey” and whiskey in Scotland is called “scotch.”

2. Whiskey is that popular probably for the reason that it has some sort of divine intervention. Commonly called “angel’s share” or “angel’s tax,” this term is used to define the two to four percent loss of whiskey in the barrel every year due to evaporation. I guess that is obviously why whiskey becomes more valuable as time goes by. Talk about a new twist to scarcity.

3. Whiskey is in fact, beer. When distilling whiskey, they have to first make beer, and then have them distilled twice or thrice without the hops. Certain blends of whiskey are made using hops, depending on the region. However it is only in Ireland and Scotland that strictly do not.

4. Whiskey is basically made from three varieties, each with its own unique strength and taste. Three kinds exist with hundreds of variations to choose from. These three are single malt, single cask, and blended. Single malt is basically every connoisseur’s pet, and it is basically composed of purely malt whiskey, and then blended in different casks in a single distillery.  The single cask variation is more unique and expensive, for the fact that it is not blended and it is usually straight from the cask without any mix. It is quite rare but it does not mean it is immediately finer in taste. The alcohol content however, is much higher, as they are not mixed with water or any other element. Finally the blended kind is the most common of the three, with 40% coming from malt whiskey then blended with 60% grain whiskey. What make this variety popular are the different tastes one could come up from the blending process. Johnny Walker and Chivas Regal are well-sought out brands.

5. There are around seven regions that make whiskey. These are Ireland, Scotland, Canada, Tennessee, Kentucky, Japan, and New Zealand. Irish whiskey is distilled three times, using pure-malted barley as the grain. Malted Barley is dried in closed ovens, and is never exposed to smoke. Famous Irish whiskeys include Jameson’s and Bushmill’s. The Scots make their whiskey by drying barley over peat fire, giving their whiskey that smoky taste. Macallan and Highland Park are whiskey brands from Scotland. Canadian whiskey is distilled any number of times using malted rye as the grain, and it is the number one imported spirit in the United States. Tennessee is the proud maker of Jack Daniels. Kentucky is the home to the famous bourbon, the whiskey that tastes just a bit sweeter over the rest.

In Old Gaelic language, whiskey means “water of life” and although my citrusy taste buds tell me otherwise, I have come to have a deeper respect for this spirit. It is a class of its own and yet very real in nature. Even my Uncle Joseph laughed when I suggested putting ice on it, saying that true whiskey must be appreciated as it is. It tastes exactly what it wants to be tasted and it does not hold any pretentions in its raw strength. I might be a shallow Pina Colada girl till I grow old but now I would not mind taking that third sip anytime soon.