Saturday, November 27, 2010

Enrique Iglesias Music Video Release! :D

Finally!! This is the day I've been waiting for since last August; for Enrique Iglesias's music video "No Me Digas Que No" to be released on YouTube! Now what's the big deal? I'M in the video! Back in August, I had submitted to playing as a background partyer in Iglesias's video and they had cast me the next day. In between the 12+ hours of shooting, I had a great time, made friends with the background cast (Rubbal and Gaya, left), and shook hands with Enrique, himself. Not only was this an opportunity of going behind-the-scenes and witnessing the magic of making the music video, but I was able to observe the different camera equipment used to film scenes (which is great for my future aspirations to becoming a film director). Everything was bulky and advanced-looking where it was quite different from what I was used to where my digital camera would be my only piece of shooting equipment. However, I'm not so sure that I want to do anymore background work since the pay is minimal for an entire day's worth of shooting. This was an unforgettable experience that I will always look back to in years to come. After waiting for nearly four months, this keepsake timepiece has finally aired, and I've spread the word to both my family and friends who've been anticipating for this day to come too. Well, I've attached the video link to this post, so go ahead and check out Mr. Hottie Tamale's newest video!
If you want to play the "Where's Cienna?" game, try spotting me in the background. Hint: Check closely at 3:19 and 3:40. :P

Friday, November 26, 2010

Playing the SiNGLE CARD.

Ladies and gents, I hope this post helps you realize that being single isn't as bad as it sounds. Why be tied on a leash to a boyfriend/girlfriend when you could be "free as a bird"? Yes, I know that "being an item" with a special someone is one of life's rewarding gifts, however, you lose so much in the meanwhile. By making time for John/Jane, it is like having your needy pet dog by your side all the time. Say sayonara to all your friends, family, and hobby activities, because those things aren't on your partner's "To Do" list, and it'll all be just you and them, you and them, YOU and THEM. Before you know it, you'll have fallen off the face of the social world where your pals will think you have gone missing. I know it sounds like I'm coming off as some anti-love teen but I'm just stating my perspective of relationships. Sometimes you can just get so caught up in them that you live in a bubble of your own and lose track of other matters. The whole bf/gf bit can either have its high points or low points, but to avoid the drama that comes on the side, you'll come to realize that sometimes the single life is better.

Some people think that it's more ideal to remain single versus being married even:

Saturday, November 20, 2010

What's the deal with Vector?

Has anyone heard about Vector, the marketing company? I'm sure some of you have because their flyers have infiltrated our campus,where they're distributed by the masses to students passing by. After being referred by one of my friends to go to the interview, I was in the program and started with their training sessions in the next couple of days. From then on, other "independent contractors" learned the tips and tricks to selling Cutco cutlery to family members and friends. Even though Vector is against telemarketing and door-to-door sales, TECHNICALLY we're doing something very similar to it. Their policy is for us to advertise our "practice demos" to our beloved friends and family first because of course how could they say no to us? Then they would recommend us to people they know and that's how our business would spread. At first, I was thrilled to have gotten the job and thought this was a great start to making some income because whether you make a sale or not, you're still paid $16 for the appointments you book with your customers. Doesn't sound too shabby right? Well, it's easier said then done since you'll have to be booking appointments from now to eternity for the pay to be worthwhile. This weeked I had a taste of the exhausting life of a sales-rep-college-student who's trying to make an honest buck, and realize it SUCKS.

Could it be a scam...?

Friday, November 19, 2010

Time to Give Thanks!

As you all know, "gobble gobble" day is drawing near but that's not what it's all about. Hence the name and title, Thanksgiving is the time to give thanks, reflect, and appreciate what's in your life. I know for some situations that individuals go through; it's like, my life is anything but appreciatable. They're wrong because there's always a silver lining in each cloud. Too many times do we take a good thing like our families, friends, education, etc. for granted where others would do anything to be in our shoes. I, for one, am guilty as charged when it comes to overlooking the great things I have in my life.Sometimes, when I look at the negative occurrences that are happening in my life, they would overshadow all my life's high points and forget about them. I try to make these realizations last longer and occur more often then just annually due to Thanksgiving. So here's my declaration to being thankful: I'm thankful for having a roof over my head, a family I can call my own, great friends,  the opportunities and experiences I've been exposed to, and especially for continuing to remain alive to this day. Starting from my childhood, my mom always has made sure I was involved with a variety interest such as learning how to play different interests, taking ballet, participating in martial arts, establishing how to swim, create a second family with my high school marching band, dip my toes into the entertainment industry of modeling and acting, and pursuing my dream to be a film director. Despite the "ups and downs", I have a GREAT life. I'm truly blessed to be where I am now.

Learn about the meaning of "Thanksgiving":

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Playing with Danger?

  Now what is the big hype about the Ouija Board? From back in the day to current times, kids are still getting involved with the infamous talking board game of today. The anticipation is in receiving "answers" from the beyond which is what enthralls many of those who play with the Ouija Board as an entertaining pastime. The trick of the game is that the wood piece moves on its own supposedly and either spells out your answer or points specifically to "YES" or "NO". The Ouija Board is said to be a game manipulated by spirits, and the questions asked are responded by spirits from another realm. Many have taken a chance with operating the board game and others have steered away, heeding the device's witchcraft capabilities. It's funny how such a precarious novelty item is sold in millions across the country, displayed on shelves of children stores. The company, Parker Brothers, are currently the trademark and patent owners of the game. Apparently, the game's "safe" enough to be sold to naive children and distributed under ten different names, all the meanwhile. I, for one, stay away from that supernatural stuff and avoid it for the better of my well-being. The whole idea of messing with spirits by just pestering them with childish questions like "Who will I marry?" and such, is unnecessary and dangerous. How do we even know that the spirits who we're conversing with in the game aren't malicious and mean us harm? We don't. The word on the street from psychics and supernatural experts is that when you conjure up a spirit through the Ouija Board, you're inviting them into our realm and risking the hazardous possibility of becoming possessed under their will. Now, I hope everyone's not thinking that I'm a psychic know-it-all, but obvious solution here is to NOT mess from the Ouija Board. Because the real question here is this: Is the Ouija Board an innocent game of asking answers or an ominous creation to play at your own risk?

Here is some more info on the Ouija Board and it's dangerous history:

Friday, November 12, 2010

Pet Clinics: The Un-Happiest Place on Earth.

  This Sunday morning began abruptly at 5 AM where I jolted out of my bed as my step dad yelled my name from downstairs. At first thinking the man was insane, my thoughts turned for the worst when he held out in his arms, our 3 month-old Morkie puppy. Joy Cee looked lifeless and then I knew she was experiencing another episode of hypoglycemia, a case of low-blood sugar. At the moment, she was in shock and laid limp in my step dad's arms. I grabbed the car keys and flew on the freeway with Joy Cee, bundled in my lap, as we headed towards the "Emergency Pet Clinic of San Gabriel Valley" in El Monte. Once I arrived, I rushed her into the clinic and the nurses took her in stat! While waiting to here from her health's progress, several more patients and their owners filed in through the door. There was not one happy face in the room, and smiles were replaced with tears and grimaces.  Stories of their pets' accounts filled the room: a Maltese puppy suffering from a coyote's bite to the family's "furry best friend" vomiting every 2 minutes. My situation was bad enough already, but hearing these people's reasons for the visit to the Pet Clinic just added to my worries and depression. The doctor met with me, eventually, and diagnosed Joy Cee with hypoglycemia and gave me a "list" of how to prevent it again. After coming back to pick my puppy up from the clinic this afternoon, there was another owner exchanging her woes and tearful statements with the nurse in the front room. This woman was in pieces, I mean, crying to the point where she had sunglasses covering her swelled up eyes, and negotiating with the nurse that $5,000 is nothing when it comes to her pet's life. I understood where she was coming from; I've been down that road before where you'd do anything to save your furry friend's life. When I left with Joy Cee, I spoke with the crying woman and wished her pet the best. She gushed out her "thank you's" before going into the operating room. Wow. My mom had came out of the hospital recently in turn for my dog to go in this week. As, you can see, this is not the life that every 18 year-old girl usually goes through. However, I could do without the drama; thank you very much.

Reviews of the Pet ER who helped Joy Cee out:

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

If Only I Could Take Your Pain Away...

  I don't expect any comments on this post really, but I really feel for those of you, or anyone who has ill family members, friends, or someone you dearly love. I understand the emotional pain you go through as you helplessly watch that loved one go through their torturous ailments. I know a dear soul that's had and still has the worst health fortune in her life. Her list of ailments range from ulcerative colitis to a severe case of carpool tunnel. For years, she's been battling these disabling diseases and has been on the journey of pain alone. I mean I help her out and everything, but it's the pain that she endures on her own. The sad reality of it is that I can't do anything about her pain. Last night and the wee hours of this morning, I had taken her to urgent care due to her migraine which was the worst episode that she's ever experienced and waited for her to be diagnosed by the doctor. It was absolutely heartbreaking watching her writhe in pain; the fluorescent lights were a bothersome pain to her eyes, and the slightest movement made from her body produced yelps of pain. The doctor had her transferred to the hospital's emergency room in Glendale where I ensued after the ambulance that carried her. Up until 2 AM, nurses and doctors have attended to my idol and equipped her with IV's, a gurney to sleep in, and pain relievers. Once all the hustle and bustle subsided within Exam Room 10, I pulled up a chair to gaze onto the patient's face. My mom's face. I was relieved; she looked well-rested compared to a couple hours earlier and only spoke in whispers. When the ER's doctor excused me within the next hour, I did my ritual of "I love you's" and adieus to my mom. Driving home, my heart still pumped with hope again for her.
 This was the theme song of the night/morning that blared on my radio driving to and fro. Go Dixie Chicks!