August 31, 2012

Why I'm Always Sick And How I Maintain My Weight

Keep smiling... even though there is a big-ass needle stuck between between your bones. Thank you to all who texted, called, PMed and visited. Thank you to my lola who brought me her yummy "turbong manok", to my parents Rexy and Marlon for everything, to Mark, Kristine Gail, Ronalyn, Aubrey,Racquel for always checking up on me, to Joel for the braid and really staying for like 9-10 hours to let my parents go to work and attend their meetings and also to JB Bernardino and Ephraim, my nurses. Salamat po :)
 Many of you have been wondering why I'm always sick and why, for some reason, I end up being confined in the hospital almost every year for the past 3-4 years. I cannot give you the details of my full medical history but my prevailing illness has something to do with my stomach.  
Here are the common misconceptions people tell me why I have GERD or Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease or in layman's term, "acid reflux": 
1. I don't eat
2. I skip meals
3. I'm on a diet
4. I'm taking diet pills or medicine

I would like to take the opportunity to tell everyone that ALL OF THEM ARE NOT TRUE. I  have stopped any delusions of going on a diet since 2006, I eat a lot, have not skipped meals and I have never taken any diet pills. EVER.

Contrary to what everyone thought, I was confined recently because I ate too much food that were not good for people with acidic and sensitive stomachs like mine.

 I don't have an ulcer but I do have a bruise/scratch inside my stomach (gasgas) from too much acid. I have always been careful of what I eat and all my friends can attest to that. 
Here are some of the things I do to prevent GERD and to maintain a healthier stomach/body:

1. I don't drink or smoke.
2. I  regulate my intake of chocolate, cheese, and other dairy products since they stimulate the production of acid. 
3. I have small frequent meals 
4. I stay away from coffee, milk teas, iced tea or any carbonated drinks.
5. I only drink water.
6. I eat lots of fruits, esp apples.
7. I drink lemon water every single day as prescribed by the doctor. Lemons are acidic on their own but when they're inside our bodies, they're alkaline. Read here for more benefits of lemon. (we have a jar at home)
8. I regulate my intake of fatty foods
9. I stay away from red meat.
10. I have Nexium with me all the time.
11. I don't eat too much. Again, moderation is the key.
12. I used to go to the gym or jog. I walk my dogs if I can't do any of these.
13. I don't eat cakes or any sugary stuff.
14. I stay away from junk food.
15. I eat early around 6-7PM then have fruits at 9PM or 12AM
16. I don't eat spicy, oily and food with too much vinegar.
17. I try to eat at home or any semblance of home-cooked meals.
19. I stay away from fast food joints.
20. I eat healthy snacks.

These are also the reasons why I don't gain too much weight and why I have maintained my weight for the past 6 years.

So what happened?
Basically, I broke ALL my rules for 3 weeks and ate whatever I wanted. I became lax and drank my roasted milk teas, ate tapsilog, chocolates, pizza and fried everything. I was feeling better for the past couple of months that I thought I'd go easy on my rules. There you go. On August  22, from 12AM-4AM, I basically threw up everything inside me. A week before that, I had been experiencing massive stomach pains and could not sleep. Blood was also coming out. My mother got worried and took me to E.R.
That's it. :)

Anyway, our whole family is very conscious about our health. My mother has also encouraged me to pay extra attention to my lady parts so I have all the updated vaccines for "Anti-Cervical Cancer". I advise ALL WOMEN to get one. 

We also make sure to maximize our medical insurance and I've been to Asian Hospital too many times that I now have a Privilege Card  (which I think anyone can get hahaha). Sometimes, when my doctors aren't in Asian, I go to MCM/ Medical Center, Muntinlupa who have excellent doctors and nurses and have a more personal touch to their service. We previously went to Healthway for several years before our medical card changed. It's such a shame because Healthway is extremely convenient since it's in ATC or Festi. 
Anyway, this is that one time I was admitted in ER but refused to be confined. I look OK but I was really in pain. We were waiting for our driver at the lobby after they gave me pain meds.

Hahahah may nageemote sa likuran

Smiling even though it's still painful.
Mark wanted to play the piano that's why we sat there. 
Asian Hospital still looks like a hotel.

Coming from someone who has to regulate her food intake and cannot eat everything she wanted, I suggest to all people esp to all women and girls who are starving themselves just to get "thinner" to fit in this absurd "social norm" of  what "beauty" is supposed to be, stop this suicide now. Be healthy, eat right, exercise, have a healthier lifestyle and LOVE YOURSELF.
You only have one body and one life to live.


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              =(: I can't drink my roasted milk tea anymore -__-

August 30, 2012

My Before And After Make-Up

"Night Make-Up"
 Model: Ms. J
Make-up used: Make Up For Ever
" Make Up for Photography, Avant-Garde (Exotic Bird)"
Model: Donna Ycaro
Make-up used: Make Up For Ever
Bridal Make Up: Arabian Style
Make-up used: Make Up For Ever
"Day Make-Up"
Model: Thea Castro
Make-up used: Make Up For Ever

"Fantasy Make-Up"
Model: Meldalyn Sindol
Make-up used: Coastal Scents

"Simple Day Make-Up"
Model: Mika Pozon
Make-up used: Make Up For Ever and Coastal Scents

"Make-Up For Black and White Photography"
Make-up used: Make Up For Ever
"Date Make-Up"
Model: Valerie Villaflor
Make-up Used: Make Up For Ever

Hey there! If you've been following my blog for a while, you would know that I'm actually a freelance make-up artist and I've taken a make-up course in Maquillage Professionnel by Make Up For Ever Paris last February 2011. I realized, I haven't posted a make-up portfolio since I've been trying to make my own on-line but I didn't have time, so I'm making a new feature here in my blog showcasing some of my make-up works and artworks. I'll start posting my make-up portfolio starting today although I have to tell you that I'm currently inactive doing shoots and make-up as I am very busy with school and university applications abroad. Sorry about that. 
Still, I hope you like them!

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August 27, 2012

On People: Dennis Aguinaldo, UPLB Professor

With a unique teaching style, a strong sense of social justice and a passion for simple, yet elegant writing, Professor Dennis Aguinaldo is the quintessential UP literary genius. He is that teacher who pushed you harder, dared you to think outside the box and inspired you to write differently. Read on to find out what inspires this writer, teacher, advocate and father.

Tell us something about yourself.
I'm a father of two, husband of one, and teacher of a lovely, unruly horde.

Tell us a weird quirk of yours.
I developed a habit years ago. When I'm sitting still or in transit, my mind (like most minds) drifts back to memories. Perhaps a few of us can direct this train of thought, and since I am not of that blessed few, my mind suddenly takes me to bitter places (people shouting, awkward gestures, missed opportunities, a set of plates my kid games caused to break on the floor, the betrayal of a friend). When this happens, I wince. How do I describe this: I wince violently, with my whole body. Like 2 seconds worth of an epileptic fit.

How did you start your career as a teacher?
I'm a professor at UPLB. I would like to say 'these days' or 'currently', but honestly it hurts to think that life could drag me to become some other thing in some other place.

We have a strange way of saying we have imitated our parents or inherited their profession. We say it's ‘in the blood’: politics is in the blood, medicine is in the blood, sculpture is in the blood, and so forth. My mother taught elementary, it limned her life to the point that I can't think of her apart from her work, not even now, years after her retirement. Instead of saying teaching is in the blood, I would rather say I took after my mother. Even when I was young, I tried teaching things to my brother and sister (how to make an impression of a comb by placing a sheet of paper over it and rubbing a pencil over the sheet). 
I learned that I wanted to be a teacher, that I could maybe do it for a living, how "it's possible, I can do this forever!" when I was reporting in front of a class during my third year of college. I remember that afternoon, the wooden chairs of Palma Hall, my teacher in a pink dress, the subject was Panitikan, and everything falling into place. I was (still am) a stutterer, had stage fright since early elementary, but despite the bad case of nerves, I carried with both report and discussion smoothly, with composure, a measure of agility. But this is from an internal perspective, I mean the fireworks were internal, a secret eureka, and from that moment on, a small music hummed and never stopped. 
I did not teach immediately after graduation. Another job came to me, and—since my younger sister and brother were still studying—I considered myself lucky that a job would come to me. Naturally, I threw myself into it. I had to do other things in other places for about three years before I could speak before my own class. And it would be another year after that before my teaching demo at Los Baños.

What subjects/courses do you teach?
Literature! Multiple exclamation points literature! I have been teaching HUM 1 (AH), the basic literature course for all forms of UPLB student. I have handled world literature, canon, mythology and folklore, science and technology in literature, critical and creative writing, poetry. This semester, it’s prose styles.

Tell us about your typical day at work.
I like it when I walk to the office, it's downhill from the house, an easy stride. I arrive an hour or two before class. There are things to sign, things to frown upon, things to get off the table as soon as possible to get to the good stuff. I review the students’ papers so that I can integrate their perspectives and insights in the discussion. If the lesson is tricky—or if the students are—and I'm not confident I can pull it off, I come in earlier so I can have time to write. Yes, I write before classes, usually in order to plan, but sometimes poetry comes out, or the seed of a story. I think it's the rhythm of pen on paper that's more important than any of the words that gush forth.

Then it’s off to class, to quizzes, writing activities (it’s their turn to write!), lecture, and recitation. These things should be interconnected, organic, at least that’s the ideal. One thing should feed the other. 

After that I’m off. Or there would be consultations, a chat with one of my fantastic DHUM colleagues like Irma or Emman, Chris or Moi. Or my division-mates. A committee meeting too, at times, those worrisome affairs where sometimes you end up with two hours of having done exactly nothing but listening to people mouth off.

At home, there would be readings to choose from, papers to check, and slides to prepare for the auditorium class. 

How would you describe your teaching style?
My style is bureaucratic, there’s no better word for it. It’s humorous at times, but only as witty as the bank teller will permit, or that sly guy processing your driver's license. It's a gruesome, mechanical thing—no, not unethical, not usually anyway, but all the same I don't like the look of it.

I would rather speak of what my system aspires to achieve, and perhaps how much the system fails before its ideal.
Now for me, the best part of a class is that rare, fierce moment when a student truly learns from another student and all you did was to clear a space for their spirits to meet. As a teacher in the face of this moment, you feel supremely affirmed and utterly irrelevant at the same time. 

Very rare though. It’s possible that an entire semester would pass without such an encounter. Therefore, I am now working on ways to increase these moments.

What's the best thing about being a teacher?
The pay.

Who or what inspires you and why?
My own teacher in HUM 1, the late Dadufalza, once told us that a teacher is more valuable than a doctor. A physician takes care of the body, but the charge of the teacher is the human mind. I can't help but believe this, though I try not to because it tends to make me feel self-important—as if I did not have enough of my own conceit to deal with! Self-importance does nothing to advance the interest of your students. This is another thing I learned from her: your goal as a teacher is to render yourself obsolete.

My old teachers inspire me though I shall refrain from quoting them all at length. Let me list a few names though: Mrs. Cuevas, Mrs. Cruz, Mr. Peñamora, the late and dear Mr. Vic Racaza. My departed teachers, Prof. Monico Atienza, and Dr. Normita Recto. That's a list from Kinder to Masters—my God, all these treasures, my keepsakes! 

And I have yet to speak of the lessons from my parents.

What kind of student were you in university?
Insecure, given to daydreaming. Very low-key. ‘High-strung’ was the word my friend Alisher used. 

Name one book you would recommend and why.
The Brothers Karamazov. Because it talks about the allure and peril of pure types, of being purely physical and passionate, being purely intellectual and calculating, being purely spiritual and transcendent. And because you asked about who inspired me and my first answer was Dadufalza and this was the book she taught me and there was this one time when she scolded me in class, and . . . there, I wish you had seen it: I winced.
What was the best thing that ever happened to you on the job?
I met my wife was the best thing that ever happened to me on the job.

What was the most memorable moment you have had as a teacher?
The most memorable moment is too embarrassing to recall, so is the second, so let me relate the third most memorable moment. I think it’s more of an event, if you’ll excuse my liberties with this particular question.
Now if it’s one of those lucky semesters, then at the end of it a student would come to you, sometimes with gift, but more importantly with a message saying that you had dealt a good hand, taught a fine lesson, left a mark.

Once there was a student who came to me, this handsome young man, and he handed me such a note as the one described above. However, he gave it to me barely a month after the classes had begun! Maybe we were just two weeks in. The note praised me for something I had yet to deliver, for a few hours’ worth of first impressions. Maybe it was the timing that bothered me, maybe there was also something in the message, but the whole thing disturbed me, I had no idea what to do with it. Maybe because I ‘overthunk’ it—as my friend Amy usually accused me of doing—this note became a heavy thing in my hands, like a small animal asking for something in a garbled, half-secret voice.

But there was no question mark anywhere in it, you see. It was courteous, strong and upfront, yes, but still it was only a plain declaration—a cut of notebook paper folded twice—one that praised my teaching as well as my person. I asked my colleagues, even my wife, and yes there were jokes, but mostly they said I should just take it like any other compliment, smile, move forward. I was also tending toward carrying on, so I went on as if nothing was asked of me, and delivered in class only what I customarily delivered.

Some meetings after that, I noticed that the student began to flop. He began missing classes, then he stopped attending altogether. But he was intelligent, a very perceptive young man as revealed by both his speech and his writing. I even saw him perform on Philo night, a song by Bamboo. Later, my wife would have him in her class. He had already been dismissed, but he was making a comeback. My wife would not agree with that word ‘comeback’ because he seemed to her somewhat spaced out in that class, always looking outside the windows. That semester, my wife went on maternity leave to deliver our first daughter so she passed that class on to the substitute. I don't know if he graduated eventually or if he left the university without graduating.
Nor do I know if I could have done anything for him when he was still within my semester of responsibility. Could I have responded differently? Would I have effected any change? (But is that not the line of thinking that lead to megalomanias big and small—could I have changed one person?)

Now, whenever I feel that I have overindulged in the pride of some achievement or other, I call his whole name to mind to tell myself how little I know of teaching, of the vanity and arrogance of this position, of my carelessness even at those times when I believe myself most mindful.

This is his gift to me, that young man who was tall and lanky, white-skinned, whose name is at the tip of my tongue, never to be released. I have a feeling it will stay with me for as long as I am allowed a life, this gift with which I may diminish myself whenever my head swells beyond its bounds.

What can you say about the education system in the Philippines?
Says Perros, "I have never heard a fisherman say that he loves the sea." If I reach retirement age, I shall let three years pass then attempt to answer this question. Perhaps even then I shall fail. It’s just too close. How can you describe a face pressed against yours?

What message do you have for people aspiring to be teachers?
We all come to it from different paths. Something in me itches to say that you should only attempt to teach if you've had great teachers, those you would be proud to emulate. Helen Keller would agree. I believe this is the common denominator a scholar would find from a possible qualitative study of all the better teachers: that they looked up to giants.

However, since this is conjecture, let me allow for the negative path, that somewhere in the country was a good youth who failed to receive a decent teacher—not a single one!—and was thus forced by some spirit or inchoate genius to learn by eliminating their vices, the brutalities of their neglect, the fundamental flaws with which they scarred and stunted minds. If such a youth should someday succeed in beating a teacher out of herself, I would pay dearly for her lessons.

Therefore, this. Learn from whatever good or evil has been given you, all the small things, the expansive gestures, the way your teachers dreamed inside the class, inside your mind. Lacking these, you have no alternative: batter your soul against the world. Teach yourself.

How do we contact you?
dsaguinaldo at ymail dot com

Any websites you'd like to share?

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Listening to: Midnight Light by Haley/Kaskade
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Mark Practices His Tagalog

Note: I did not teach him those vulgar words! He learned them from his classmates from a prestigious, private all-boys Catholic school here in the Phils when he attended some classes there back in 2006.

We're not really arguing. Since he's such a good debater, I wanted to see if he could argue in Filipino. Apparently not so well.
Mark and Millie

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Listening to : Fake Tales Of San Francisco by Arctic Monkeys
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August 26, 2012

Acacia Hotel Manila Review

Ten minutes away from our house. A well-deserved weekend getaway to the luxurious Acacia Hotel. Sunset in the jacuzzi, light filled atria, Lush-bombed bathtubs, Wagyu beef burgers, G+Ts and a king sized bed. A short walking distance to Max Brenner for chocolate fondue for our dessert. What more could you ask for?

Acacia Hotel Manila photo from

Mark enjoying his breakfast, our room and their roof garden

Buffet breakfast was good.
Best experience in Acacia--sunset in a jacuzzi overlooking the city

Dinner time!
Wagyu beef burger and their adobo.
Alabang at night.

Ah, Muntinlupa. A decade ago, commentators predicted a construction boom that would propel the choice slice of real estate between Ayala Alabang and Filinvest into the Makati of the South, complete with shiny glass towers and five star business hotels. Ten years later, we’re still waiting for those skyscrapers, but at least the shiny new 5 star hotels arrived. Following the Bellevue and Vivere, the Acacia Hotel continues the trend of homegrown luxury companies setting up shop in the south, banking on Commerce Ave and Filinvest Ave becoming the new Ayala & Paseo de Roxas. 

Airy and elegant, the Acacia straddles the line between funkster and classic design. Down the free Buko Juice and take in the high ceilings, glassy architecture and retro-70s browns and greens for an eco-angular sensibility. The real draw are the rooms - standards sit on prime acreage that wold make Asian biz hotels blush, complete with King sized beds that could sit a pride of lions. Being the new kid on the block gives it all the cute techie advantages: generous Samsung flat screens, keyless entry, digital scales and rainwater showers. The function rooms are a blast, as is the mezzanine jacuzzi and pool for some saucy exhibitionism at sunset. Take a peek over the balcony and you’ll know what we mean.

Whilst the Acacia certainly beats the competition in design, rooms and facilities; the food is certainly a downer - overpriced nonesuch that warrants a romp over to Westgate for some proper chow. Breakfast is generous and the sun-dipped, glass housed setting with a rockin’ antipasti selection almost evens out the inconsistency on the western dishes.

But you’re not here for the food, are you? For business or a visit down South, the Acacia certainly beats the incumbents on location, rooms, architecture and fun factor; not to mention price. Instant classic? Not yet. But once those kinks in the food area get evened out, the oldies won’t stand a chance.

What: Acacia Hotel
Where: 5400 East Asia Drive corner Commerce Avenue, Filinvest Corporate City, Alabang, Muntinlupa
Contact: (02) 720 2000 /  (02) 588 5888 
Expect to Pay: Rooms start at P4000-5000 per night

>Hip new design full of light and color that bucks the trend of shoe-box hotels
>Spacious rooms, ace bathrooms and delightful techie touches to the standard
>Impressive event venues
>Best location
>Homegrown luxury

>Food is a let down
>They’re still building the bar (fear not, drinks are served in the lobby)
>Staff was friendly and on the ball esp their front desk personnel, they meant well but some of them needed more/better training. For example, we asked for more bottled water or extra toothbrushes and we had to follow up 3-4 times as it had been 30 mins since our 1st request. 

Will we come back? Definitely!
Mark and Millie

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Listening to : Stumble and Pain by Joseph Arthur (such a sexy song ala Deftones)
        Loving: Acacia Hotel Manila
             =(: I was recently confined in the hospital -__-

August 21, 2012

Double Date

Dress from Asos, cardigan from The Ramp, Mango Bag, Charles and Keith ankle boots 
Waiting in Austin's house for Mark's fitting.
Mark: Hun, what does "Tahanan" mean?

Millie: "Home"

Mark: So Austin's village is called "Home Village"? What's up with that? I mean Why??

Millie: -_____- 

Grabe, para talagang nabother si Mark sa pangalan ng village nila Austin hahaha kulet.
Miwi and Ani. Hungry faces.
Austin (my sister's bf) and my sis Margie. Hungry faces.
This is another backlog, I apologize. These pictures were taken last month when all four of us woke up early to watch the first showing of The Dark Knight Rises in IMAX. My outfit was inspired by pictures of Selina Kyle/Catwoman with the tight black dress and a red bag to accentuate my red lipstick. I really loved Selina's style in the film, really elegant.
Don't you just love Mark in D&G?
After watching the movie, we went to Austin's house in Tahanan Village for Mark's fitting session. Mark will model for Austin/his family's boutique and their high end-suits like D&G, Armani, Burberry, Hugo Boss etc. Tita Ian, Austin's mother, has an eye for great suits. Mark loved them so much that he bought a Hugo Boss black suit and pants and a D&G overcoat. 

If you're interested in purchasing branded clothes for an affordable price, go to my 

This is the first time I had a double date with my sister. What do you know? I could get used to this. It was actually fun. I hope we could all stay together as a family until we get old.

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August 19, 2012

Storage Ideas For Accessories and Make Up

 You can use plastic containers for your necklaces and rings, mug holders for your bracelets and your cabinet for earrings.
I found this post in my drafts. I almost forgot to post this. As you can see from the picture, my lamp is still very new and my cabinet has not been painted yet. Anyway, here  are some cheap storage ideas for your accessories, make-up and whatnots.  For the picture above, you can see that I've used some plastic containers for some of my accessories since my drawers  were already full.
 Expensive jewelry like gold, diamonds, pearls and my mother/grandmother's jewelry etc. are in other jewelry boxes, safely locked away in another room. This is only for accessories  I use everyday. I don't recommend you displaying your expensive jewelry. 
 You can buy these plastic boxes in any SM department store near you. For fragile accessories, you can use zip locks before putting them inside the box. Try to get boxes with different sizes of compartments for different accessories.
 You can also buy adjustable boxes where you can remove the dividers to fit everything in place. Here are some rings, earrings and brooches. 
Necklaces and some fingerless gloves. I color coordinated my boxes, white's for long necklaces, pink and yellow for short necklaces, rings and earrings.
 You can store two necklaces in one slot, given that the design and chains will not entangle one another.
 For beginners who want cheap make up kits, you can also use these plastic containers. Here are some extra make up I don't usually use and some old ones I will throw away soon.
 For special jewelries with a sentimental value, I tend to keep them in the same box. This is the first necklace Mark gave me when we were 19.  

For your make up brushes, try to get a brush organizer bag/brush case holder. I tend to separate my personal make up brushes, my extras and the ones I use for work.
Here are other jewelry storage ideas.
 Do you have other storage ideas? You can PM me on FB (as most of you always do hahaha) or you can leave a comment. Hope this was helpful!

Listening to: No Sleep by DZ Deathrays
        Loving: new curtains!!
             =(: lack of sleep
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