Sunday, August 17, 2014

No Title For The Universal (A Foxyzombie Original)

She opened her eyes. She was blinded by what was supposed to be a rounded light that was broken into strips of blaze that pierced through her window. How ironic that nothing could shut the color of the world from outside but when she looked around her room, everything was very much gray. 

She had roots painted all over her cheeks with no flowers or trees that will remind you of the beauty of spring. Her fingers stood side by side as she swiped them across her cheek. Roots gone. But as soon as she lifted her head and looked at her pillow, the roots were there and no amount of swiping from her fingers can make this go away.

What her legs were supposed to do, her arms had to do it this morning. She sat by the edge of her bed for 3 minutes. Finally, courage possesed her body, and both her palms that lay flat on the bed tried to leave deep imprints. Standing on legs like jello, she tried to move away from her bed that has practically become her universe for weeks. One step. Two steps. Three. By the time she took her fourth, she collapsed to her left. Her left hand pressed hard against the wall, it almost left cracks. But she tried to be brave and took her fifth step. That was succeeded by a few more.

She stood in front of someone who copied every move she made. She put her palm out, hoping that the girl in front of her would too - and this girl did not disappoint. Only to have her victory thrown under the bus since her touch did not feel any warmth. It was cold. The calculated kind that sends chills all over your body. She bowed her head and liquid glitters started forming on her counter.

This is not pain. This is not loss. This not heartbreak.

Shoot to kill. Bang, bang, bang! Off went the pangs of her heart.

This is void. And the feeling is universal.

A Saturday With The Missionaries Of Charity Brothers

For the longest time, I have been wanting to do something to give back to the community. I wanted to do something more than just buying a full meal for a homeless person I meet on the street. And don't get me wrong. If you do this too, I don't mean to say that this is less noble than any other act of kindness out there. Any act of kindness, whether big or small (on whichever scale people want to measure it), IS an act of kindness. Period. I don't think there's an "Act Of Kindness Marshall" that magically appears while you're doing your good deed, blows a whistle and then goes, "Prrrrrt... (I don't know how to verbalize the sound of a whistle. hihi...) That's not enough. You have done a so-so kindness deed today. Let me put that in my tracker." It's just that personally, for my own gratification, it wasn't enough. The experience and fulfillment I get when I give them food and try to have a conversation with them was no longer enough for me. I wanted to do more. 

Since I was (and still am. LOL) incapable of donating a good amount of money, I wanted to volunteer. I wanted to go to an orphanage and offer myself for whatever manual labor I could do. I was willing to do anything from mopping the floors, washing the dishes or scrubbing their toilets. My problem was finding out how and where to begin. But that journey of mine is reserved for another blog entry since I want to keep this one as concise as possible in order to highlight the star of this story - The Missionaries Of Charity Brothers.

Missionaries Of Charity Brothers is home for abandoned special children. My friend Kaye, who had volunteered for this orphanage previously, recommended that we go here. This orphanage that currently houses 27 (if my memory serves me right) special children is situated in Trese Martires, Cavite City. You really don't have to make an appointment if you want to do volunteer work here unless you are a group and are planning to do a full schedule of activities for the kids or if you are planning to sleep over. Everyone is welcome to just walk in and help or play with the kids. No need to buy them anything too but of course it wouldn't hurt if you did. :)

My friend Kaye didn't have her car and I don't have one so we decided to meet up at SM Bacoor. We had lunch first then bought a book from National Bookstore. We took a bus from SM Bacoor that brought us to Kapitolyo. From Kapitolyo, we found a Red Ribbon store where we bought cake for the kids.

Me, my friend, and the book we bought while waiting for the cake we wanted to give the children

Here's the cake! Thank you, Red Ribbon! :)

Right outside Red Ribbon, you will find tricycles that you can call and ask to take you to the orphanage. This particular tricycle driver we called however, did not know the orphanage. So if you're going there for the first time and you encounter a driver like him, just remember that coming from Red Ribbon when you exit the store, the direction of the orphanage is to your right. As you drive down that road (you just go straight. you won't make any turns), the orphanage is again to your right with a big sign that has Mother Theresa's picture so you wont miss it (if this direction is too confusing, feel free to leave a comment and I will be more than willing to give you a 'better' set of directions. hehehe..).

Behind me is the sign of the orphanage with Mother Theresa's picture

The kids were still having their lunch when we got there. So while waiting for them to finish, somebody took us for a tour of the place. I asked the person giving us the tour how they found these kids although I already had a preconceived idea that these kids were probably brought to their orphanage by their families due to lack of financial ability to support their needs. I was wrong. It broke my heart to hear that most of them were literally abandoned. Abandoned in hospitals, in churches and the saddest story I think were the ones that were left in the garbage.

After having their meal, the social worker gathered them and told them that we were there to tell them a story. And tell a story we did! The book we bought was a story of 5 birds. So while telling the story we pretended to be those birds by acting out and making all these bird sounds. After that, Kaye and I started getting our 'groups'. She had this group of special children asking more about the book, my group were kids who just wanted to hear me sing. I felt like I was Taylor Swift with how they listened to me and smiled at me while I sang. Later on, we were asked to go to the playground. One boy grabbed my hand and eagerly brought me there. This boy could not speak unlike the other boys. I think he was one of the 2 boys in the orphanage with Down's Syndrome. He tried to show me the orphanage's service vehicle, took me to the swing, asked for the book for him to look at it and listened to me while I sang songs to him. He didn't speak a word, but it felt like we understood each other.

We finally had to go and said our goodbyes to the children. The brothers and the social worker told us to feel free to just visit any time. We will definitely go back. It was a Saturday well spent.

 My friend told me that taking pictures with the kids was not allowed. Behind us is the office of the orphanage and to the right of this photo is the orphanage's playground

Traffic was awful that day, so we decided to drop by District Mall after and had dinner. There is SM Bacoor, SM Dasmarinas and District Mall for you to go to after your volunteer work and have dinner (in case you leave late like us).
I am surprised that I survived dinner with clam chowder, potatoes, corn and carrots, macaroni and a muffin.  
I SURVIVED WITHOUT RICE?! LOL

To know more about The Missionaries Of Charity Brothers, please visit their Facebook page:

Here is their address in Cavite:
  • 132/A Indang Road Trese Martires
  • Cavite City

Have a good Sunday, foxes! :)


Wednesday, July 9, 2014

TED Talks: Stella Young

"And that quote, 'The only disability in life is a bad attitude.' The reason that that's bullshit is because it's just not true. Because of the social model of disability, you know, no amount of smiling at a flight of stairs has ever made it turn into a ramp. Never. You know, smiling at a television screen isn't gonna make closed captions appear for people who are deaf. No amount of standing in the middle of a book shelf and radiating a positive attitude is going to turn all those books into braille. It's just not gonna happen." -Stella Young


What are your thoughts on this one? :)


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Doppleganger Wednesdays : Roxy Sowlaty and Carla Abellana

Hello Foxes!

Our Doppleganger Wednesday feature for today are Rich Kids of Beverly Hills Star and Socialite, Roxy Sowlaty and Filipina actress, Carla Abellana. Agree or Disagree?

Feel free to leave a comment below to let me know. :)





 








Images are from their Instagram accounts:
http://instagram.com/roxysowlaty
http://instagram.com/carlaangeline

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Vlog: "How To Answer: Why Are You Single?"


Hey Foxes!

Feel free to peep my latest vlog that attempts to help people who find it difficult to answer: Why Are You Single?



Hope you like it! :)

Smoldering you with hugs and kisses,
Foxyzombie


Thursday, April 17, 2014

Lindsay: Episode 6 Recap



Lindsay Lohan photo by Eric Silverberg
for Elle Indonesia

Watching Episode 6 of Lindsay, the entire docu-series for that matter, is painful to watch. Especially for me who has always been a Lindsay fan.

A lot of people have been giving Lindsay flak, based on the things that have been showcased on the show. And as much as we need to remind ourselves that this 40 minute show we are watching, is just a fraction of their life's journey, people can't help but come up with their theories and assumptions about Lindsay and her family.

But there are things that I found good in this episode.

Dina is a loving mother to Lindsay.
People can say that it is just an act for the cameras, but I liked how Dina was being cautious about what and what not to say in front of the camera when she was meeting with her ghost writer. This goes to show that she understands what Lindsay wants shared to the public and what is not.

Dina Lohan with her autobiography ghostwriter, Pamela Marin

People still have faith in Lindsay's power to draw people.
Lindsay was given $100,000 for an appearance at the Foxwood casino. I don't know if that is small change for celebrities but I don't think anyone can pick up that amount of money anywhere. Now whether people went there to see her and show support or for the circus, is a different story altogether.

 Lindsay at the Foxwood Casino

Lindsay, I love you. And I know that I do not know entirely the full story since I was not there but take this as an advice of a concerned loving fan.

Please don't be late.

You can't be late for an appearance. You can't be late for an editorial. You can't be late for anything. Hun, you are trying to rebuild your career and punctuality is where it should all start. And when you said that magazine shoots are editorials and are not paid, this makes you look even bad. It's like you have no respect for them because you're not getting a dime from them. You cannot commit to a gig, paid or not, if you can't give them your 100% service.

 Anindita Saryuf, Fashion Director of Elle Indonesia looks on

I am not sure if Lindsay bit more than she can chew when she signed up for the docu-series, or she has no full understanding what a reality show is supposed to be like, but she can't sign up for something, again, if she cannot commit 100%.

I still have faith in you, Lindsay. I hope everything turns out better.




Friday, April 4, 2014

Lindsay : Docu-Series from OWN



Watching the docu-series Lindsay, really breaks my heart for her. I've always been a Lindsay fan. And hearing her speak up about what she's going through, clicked something in my head.

I think it's very easy for us to form opinions about other people based on how they look, what they say and the choices that they make in life. Then comes the labeling. Calling them names and branding people a certain way and saying it's okay because we are all entitled to our opinion and we are free to say whatever it is we want to put out there - no matter how hurtful it is because we believe we speak of the "truth".

Yup. Lindsay's storage space is an entire warehouse!

Unfortunately, more than just having an opinion about other people's lives, there are people out there who  also take pride and happiness to see others fail.

From Episode 4

To everyone else who is dealing with judgmental people on a daily basis, keep your head up. No one knows the truth about yourself better than you.

Stay strong, Lindsay!