If zombies come and do invade us, what can we do about it? So many rules and guidelines for survival have already been written but how sure are we that they would work once the zombies come? Right now, I just want to be able to purchase a bullet proof, 4 wheel drive truck/jeep, a dozen shotguns, pistols, rocket launchers, thousands of ammo, an axe, a cross bow and a broad sword. I want to build an underground shelter underneath a gasoline station and a supermarket, stock up on supplies and start making wooden stakes in case the vampires shortly follow.

I should’ve been born with super powers.

Instead of posting my Christmas wishlist I’ll start a series of gift ideas for family members, significant others, best friends, etc. Why? Because I just feel like it. Maybe I’ll be hit by an inspiration on what to give my family and friends.

Who am I kidding? After the series, I’ll still post my wishlist.

Tuesday nights are always Ponti Nights (Ponti being the bar at the 2nd floor of our building). I try to make it a point to at finish by 8pm on Tuesdays (since I end much later the rest of the week anyway) lest I go crazy from work-related stress. I think I’m nearing my burn out point.

So anyway, Tuesdays. Ponti Nights. My friends from work and I would buy our set of beers (3 for P100 if you’re a VIP which we’ve become thanks to being at Ponti every Tuesday since January and nearly everyday 2010) and a pizza or a platter of wings (if we have more than P100 in our pockets), and gossip for the next 2 hours.

More often than not, we would sing our hearts out to 90s pop music that the dj would be playing. If we’re lucky, it would be Rocke-oke night so we get to sing our hearts out to 90s pop music in front of a group of equally-drunk people with a band to back us up.

But then, sometimes, we have the bad nights.

Bad nights can be defined as nights when we go down too late like say, 10pm and a gaggle of giggly yuppies fresh from college or law school students come in. You can tell by their outfits, usually. And for this post, let me focus on the giggly girls fresh from college.

They’re giggly. And there’s a gaggle of them. With their designer bags and a glass of cocktail in their hand they fleet from table to table air kissing friends. They seem to know everybody or have a friend in every table. They probably went to college, party, drink, together or whatever the case may be, the whole bar is a clique (minus us, the oldies).

One thing I noticed about them is that… NOT ONE OF THEM IS FAT! I’ll be damned if any of them is over 120lbs, heights ranging from 5’2 to 5’9″ most probably high heels included.

So they can wear skin-tight jeans, tank and or cropped tops, unforgiving polyester dresses and you will not see an iota of bulge,fat,stretch marks, cellulite or even a misplaced pimple. WHAT DID THESE KIDS DO? Was there something in the milk they were drinking that we didn’t have that made them this… (nearly) perfect?

I find myself envying them and how they carry themselves. They can walk without a problem (and some people can even dance and run) in 5 inch heels (which are very pretty, mind you). No matter how short their skirts are, they still manage not to flash anybody! And let’s not even talk about make-up coz for the life of me I can’t even put on lipstick without getting some on my teeth.

basically they all look something like this minus the coat and the knee high boots

And yeah, they’re all so pretty.

I know that they don’t represent the norm of the society. They’re just like 10% of their age group.

But they’re all so different from the girls I’m used to. (The hipster kids)

but 10 lbs heavier hehehe.

But at least the universe is fair. When I run into these kids in the restroom, I hear them puking in the stall next to mine and I laugh on the inside. I see them stumbling and barely able to walk in their 5 inch heels while severely drunk and I thank the gods I have enough sense in me to wear shoes I can walk in. So yeah they may have looked good when they walked in, but with their runny make up and the zombie walk – I look much better than they do (at least in my head I do).

And let’s not even talk about the “talking”. High-pitched conyo speak has the same effect on me as nails scratching on boards. Grating.

But I have friends who are these kids and I still love them to bits. And I love how they let me make fun of them :)

But I will never ever understanding how they can bring themselves to snort alcohol.

Thanks to the boob tube I’ve been recently obsessed with the prospect of living through Zombie Apocalypse.

Last night, watching the first episode of Walking Dead, there was this particular scene that made my skin crawl. The survivors, while gathering provisions in a highway full of abandoned cars (a graveyard, if you will have it) suddenly chances upon a throng of migrating zombies. A THRONG! MIGRATING! ZOMBIES! so they had to hide under cars while waiting for the last of the zombies to pass through.

Imagine yourself already stressed and wary from having to run away from a supposed safe place because the zombies were coming. You’re tired, low on supplies and rushing to go about your business before dark happens. And then you turn around for a second and you see hundreds and thousands (ok maybe just hundreds) of zombies coming towards you. And you don’t know what to do and where you can go. If you make a noise they will know you’re there. They can smell you. THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING YOU CAN DO!! How do you hope to fight a huge group of rotting, flesh eaters? They’re fast. They don’t tire. They don’t feel pain (So fighting against them while they try to overpower you is no use, really) and a single bite or scratch can turn you into one of them. And one thing that can make it worse is if you see a familiar face amongst them (your dad, your best friend, your boyfriend – how are you supposed to shoot that? if it’s your boss or your ex, ok then shoot away!).

Imagine that wherever you go, you will be in this situation at any time, any day. And what if these zombies were the “28 Days Later” kind? They don’t just groan towards you, they run! And they’re mad! One day you will run out of gasoline for your vehicle, bullets for your gun, and your blade will go blunt. You will run out of hope, you will run out of strength and reason to fight.

There will be nothing else you can do but just run towards them and die. If you can’t beat them, join them, right?

Actually this post has no point. I’m just scared shitless of zombies. I’m on my feet (well truth is, I’m on my ass) all day thinking of things I have to do to prepare should Zombie Apocalypse hit us soon (2012 – end of the world… as we know it! perfect time for those zombies to show up, eh?)!

So I made a list of things that I think will help me survive Zombie Apocalypse (thanks to TV shows,books (may be about Armageddon, Rapture, whatever) my crazy friends, and a lot of paranoia):

1. Put metal railings on the windows – so even if they smash the glass windows into pieces, they still can’t get into the house.
2. Fortify the gates – make it higher, stronger, and remove all means of climbing over it.
3. Buy a hardcore 4×4 Land Rover – complete with 10 extra tires, GPS, solar powered phones
4. Buy a gasoline station franchise – so I never run out of gasoline (at least for the first few years of the apocalypse). I have to place this branch in a remote location, just have one pump, and make it look abandoned and empty so nobody uses it aside from me and my family (and friends if they’re alive)
5. Raid an artillery/Befriend a black market gun dealer – and load up on bullets, all sorts of guns, bazookas, grenades, flame throwers, anything that can help me kill those brain chompers!
6. Learn Wushu – so at least I can fight with swords, knives, scarves, curtains, whatever when I run out of fire power. I should befriend Jackie Chan, maybe he can help me fight with frying pans!
7. Buy a franchise of SM Hypermart or Pure Gold – and keep it closed. So all provisions are just mine, for my family (and friends, if they’re alive). I’ll put these branches in strategic locations in case I’m forced to be on the road.
8. Buy a bike – because sooner or later I’ll run out of gas but I need to be in a move so a bike it is. A solar powered car will do but what will I do if along with the Zombie Apocalypse, the sun burns out?
9. Do Cardio – yeah I watched Zombieland.
10. Cover our house, my car with pieces of rotting flesh – so at least they’ll think it’s just one of them and move away.
11. Never travel with old people – coz I will not be able to bring myself to leave them even if it means dying myself. (same thing with dogs – hello I am Legend)
12. Befriend a doctor and a soldier – coz at least one can fight and the other can treat the wounded.

if you look right behind me, you can see a portion of my dad.

black shirt (bazaar); plaid bootcut jeans folded (i forgot which brand but i’ve had it for over 6 years now); white sneakers (converse)

Currently on a quest to get inspired. So many projects that I want to do, absolutely no idea how to get started.

So I’m just gonna settle for inspiration… For now.

inception map, lines and colors, doodle, cats, and little shadow of horror.

Posting from my phone has been a pain these days. Thank you very much for the hassle, Globe.  And I really need to bust out the camera soon (if only I had the time to take decent pictures in the morning).

Boyfriend Shirt (F21) ; Black Skinny Jeans (Dorothy Perkins) ; Cherry Red Dr. Marten’s.

So now I’m taking fashion advise from a 15 year old blogger who probably has more money than my entire annual salary since I started working 6 years ago. Has traveled to New York and Poland (and probably more countries – I’m only at the 2nd page) and is extremely pretty in a Chinese kind of way. She has pretty cool taste and she lives in HongKong (my dream city of residence aside from NY, SanFo, Amsterdam, and London). I think the only posts I don’t like are those where she’s wearing tights as pants. Did I mention she’s just 15??? IKAW NA!

Going through her posts while I’m eating pistachio macarons and wondering why the world is unbelievably unfair… and also why I dressed like shit when I was 15.  Kamusta naman?

I guess what I’m getting at here is that maybe we all need to light up a bit more with the pyrotechnics of life. This slightly eschewed rant on my bold (ok, insane) maneuvers was more a kick in the ass character building experience than anything else. But it got me here. Right where I should be. My best word of advice to anyone stuck on the see-saw of choice: do something new, try something different and take a risk going down a road that might just be a dead end. But find out. Because even if the worst happens, you’ll bounce back with the luggage of experience.

-Eli Ash

Because sometimes there is a need to look like the kind of guy I will see hanging out in a coffee shop with a hardbound in hand, drinking a piping mug of joe and Radiohead blaring from his earphones. He just came from the library and his messenger bag is filled with heavy books he’s taking home. He watches Fringe, loves Burritos and Sushi, and he rides a bike to and from work (granted he lives in Switzerland so pollution is not a problem). He has a dog and a cat and he can cook pasta and enjoys it with a bottle of red wine…. and me :)

And because this guy doesn’t exist.. yet, I’m just gonna dress like him.

Plaid Shirt (Vintage); Grey Sweater (Forever21); Black Slim Jeans (Dorothy Perkins); Red Boots: Dr Martens