I finally got my review from Berate My Blog. After months of waiting, they notified my by email that my blog has already been reviewed and they have published it in their blog. But I’ve moved to WordPress already? So does that count? Anyway, I still appreciate their time and effort for reviewing my blog. And despite the not so high score, I don’t feel disappointed or affected about it anymore. Actually all the excitement, fear, and anticipation has already subsided. I guess it was all an anticlimax for me. But thanks again to Unica and Fiona for Berating my Blog.
This is what they had to say:
Graphics — Local color, ‘what’s on my mind’, snapshots good for letters home. The firing squad lineups might be balm for loneliness but not for our viewfinder.Content — Good to hear from MidEast workers who don’t feel straitjacketed, or would posting the ankle-cuffed feelings be awkward? Is it all clean living or do we get to sneak in some affordable dirty living before we get centerfolded in the calendar of saints?Anyway, squeaky clean can be refreshing, a seminary hangover isn’t bad. Glad to meet someone who likes my most fave glossy, Vanity Fair- a good salad of mudslinging and intellectual pretensions.
Recommend — People shots are a must, so get creative and collage them, or set them up in colorful graphic collages (black and white sample shown above). Or cut off bodies and paste the heads to funny Arab constumes, whatever.
Can you hide some of the kilometric blogroll or at least break it up into clumps? A long solid line defeats spotlighting them because the eye skims and skips over unfamiliar items.
Rating — 7.0
In fairness, pangatlong post ko na ito today hahahahaha. Hindi ko lang talaga napigilan ang sarili ko na mag – post nito as Robert my friend did after I read his post.
My blood really boiled when I saw this post from Robertisms. Apparently, this baboy of a writer has written nasty things about OFWs. And being an OFW myself. I am shocked. I can tolerate rich people. But she is just disgusting. Read the article below para makita ninyo ang pinag hihimutok ng butse ko! I will not go into the fact that OFWs are now called the new heroes. Common humanity lang.
She should be fired from her job, banned from all restaurants, banned from all malls and tied up in a tree at ipakagat sa mga langgam Mwahahahahaha. This just plain bigotry. Quite revolting this writer. Wish ko, sana maghirap siya, nang makita niya ang mga pinagsasabi niya. Hay naku, hindi naman kagandahan eh, feeling. Tatandaan ko ang pangalan niya, at susulat ako sa People Asia and ask for her to be removed for being Anti – Filipino.
BY MALU FERNANDEZ – Summer comes and goes. Most of the time I am out if the country for work. But I’m stuck here, I ignore the heat and stay in a temperature-controlled room of 18 degrees – cold enough to make the windows sweat. This year I decided to go off tangent and pick places I have never been to before.
Much to my chagrin, I had never been to the beach. You see, I hate the sand, the bugs and the mosquitoes, but I figured it would be fun with everyone around. As we reached the villa I was spraying Baygon everywhere. I thought I had nearly killed myself with all the insect repellant and Lysol disinfectant I kept on spraying. I am so not into roughing it up. For me, the minimum requirement for traveling is a Holiday Inn.
A couple of days later saw us walking down to Station 2 where D’mall was and I was trying my best not to freak out as the beach was filled with algae, which were collecting on my Adidas all-terrain. (I refuse to wear Havaianas and scratch my pedicure.) Finally as we walked back , I was dazzled by a beautiful white structure, so white it glistened under the sun. This brilliant apparition was Discovery Shores, an oasis in the middle of the island. Not only do the staff headed by Jun Parreno make you feel at home, the food by chef David Pardo de Ayala is fabulous as well. And after seeing the whole poolside and the fabulous rooms done by Budgi Layug, I wanted to move there. But I was too ashamed to ditch my friends and forego the huge amount I already paid for my share of the villa. So I promised to go back another time in order to luxuriate in their fabulous surroundings.
Meanwhile, when all of this was going on, I was on the cell phone with my jet set buddy Ron Sato planning an impromptu trip. You see, Ron is my travel buddy who lives in Los Angeles, so between his schedule and mine, the logistics are a nightmare. The week of Easter, however, was open for both of us so I said: “Pick a country!” We decided on Greece and off we went. But getting there was a bloddy nightmare. To save on my ticket, I bravely took an economy class seat on Emirates as recommended by my travel agent. Ron excitedly told me to go for it – Emirates had won best economy class and some award. However I forgot that the hub was in Dubai and the majority of the OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) were stationed there. The duty-free shop was overrun with Filipino workers selling cell phones and perfume. Meanwhile, I wanted to slash my wrist at the thought of being trapped in a plane with all of them. Of course, everyone in economy class was yelled at for having overweight hand-carries. Mine was 17kg (ssshhhh!). That was all my makeup and accessories I would never risk losing if my luggage ended in the middle of the Sahara desert.
While I was on the plane (where the seats were so small I had bruises on my legs), my only consolation was the entertainment on the small flat screen in front of me. But it was busted, so I heaved a sigh, popped my sleeping pills and dozed off to the sounds of gum chewing and endless yelling of “HOY! Kumusta ka na? At taga sann ka? Domestic helper ka rin ba?” Translation: “Hey there? Where are you from? Are you a domestic helper as well?” I though I had died and God had sent me to my very own private hell.
After a nine-hour flight, I finally landed and made my way around Athens to the Ledra Marriott hotel, washed the plane off me and got a text from my other editor Gianna Maniego. She told me my weekly deadline was moved up due to the holidays. In a state of panic, I was about to have a major meltdown because I hadn’t slept for 48 hours, the Louis Vuittons under my eyes were enormous and all I wanted was a hot shower and a bed. At that point, I didn’t know where to go as there wasn’t enough time to plan a sight-seeing trip and take in the sights in order to meet my deadline so I decided to go off on a train and head to the Athens Mall.
As they say – when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping. My buddy Ron and I were laughing so hard because we flew all the way to Greece to go to a mall and eat in Ruby Tuesdays (an American chain like Chili’s). After covering my deadline, we planned to soak in the sites for the next day and headed off to the Parthenon on top of the Acropolis, climbing every step in my gold, open-toed sandals. You see, I followed the weather report on CNN but apparently the forecast was wrong because it was still winter. So I bravely went about in a lightweight sweater and a throw, climbing the Acropolis and driving to the edge of the Aegean sea by the Temple of Poseidon.
After a whole day of sight seeing I decided I have had enough of the historical sites. I adamantly wanted to go to Santorini to see the Caldero houses but due to time constraints, we were unable to go. I guess God was watching out for us because the ferry we were supposed to take sank in the middle of the Aegean Sea. I could already see myself screaming “SAVE MY ACCESSORIES!!!!” And swimming with head above water so I don’t mess up my makeup… See, I told you I hate the beach! For the rest of the stay we ended up going around the shopping district in Monasteriki and the garment district in Ermou. Old habits indeed never die!
On my way back, I had to bravely take the economy flight once more. This time I had already resigned myself to being trapped like a sardine in a sardine can with all these OFWs smelling of AXE and Charlie cologne while Jo Malone evaporated into thin air. However, for the first time in my natural life I was elated to go back to the Philippines so I could go back to Discovery Shores in Boracay and sip a tropical drink under the fabulous hat I bought in Greece. There I was sending MMS pictures to my buddy Ron trying to entice him to come over, but I didn’t succeed. Instead, I got two other friends join me in sipping cocktails with a fabulous sunset and ocean view while planting my feet firmly on the bug-free cement flooring by the poolside of Discovery Shores.
All in all, it’s been a pretty good summer. Jetting from the Aegean Sea to the Pacific may sound a bit pretentious until you wake up in economy class smelling like air freshener.
(Editor note: After netizens threw up their arms in protests with some of what she wrote in her articles about OFWs, the write wrote this reply) (I inserted my comments)
As I type this, I’d like you to know that it’s not about whining, complaining and bitching but just stating the facts. (neknek mo!) Just recently, I wrote a funny article in my magazine column and my friends thought it was hilarious. (you have friends? i find that hard to believe)It was humorous and quite tongue-in-cheek, or at least I thought so, until the magazine got a few e-mails from people who didn’t get the meaning of my acerbic wit. (what wit?) The bottom line was just that I had offended the reader’s socioeconomic background. (no kidding?) If any of these people actually read anything thicker then a magazine they would find it very funny. (oh you’re getting on my nerves – I have read the SCRA which stands for Supreme Courts Reports Annotated, and I am 100% sure that there are OFWs who are more educated than you are) Most people don’t get the fact that they need bitches like me to shake up their world, (actually the world would be a better place without you)otherwise their lives would be boring and mediocre. I obviously write for the a certain target audience and if what I write offends you, just stop reading. (no, why dont you just stop living)
Although it may sound elitist to you the fact is this country is built on the foundation of haves, have-nots and wannabes. (really? you are right, and you are the leader of the wannabes) One group will never get the culture of the other. Although I could mention that it is easier to understand someone who has a lower socioeconomic background that would entail a whole other page and frankly I don’t want to be someone to bridge the gap between socioeconomic classes. (and ofcourse you cant) I leave that to the politicians in my family who believe they can actually help. Now I seriously ask you, am I being a diva or are people around me just lacking in common sense? (no, you’re being your true stupid self, and common sense as they say is not so common) Perhaps it’s a little of both!
I am still completely confused with WordPress………………
Meron akong several drafts and I was trying to publish one earlier, so I edited some parts to my satisfaction, and I couldn’t find publish!!!!! Kaines. Kanina pa ako hanap nang hanap ng publish pero hindi ko pa rin makita. Kung ano ano na ginawa ko, pero wala pa ring publish. I tried to save it pero hinahanap ko wala pa rin. I’m thinking of giving up on that post. Ginutom tuloy ako.
Still on having problems with WordPress, I still haven’t found a way to put on a Chatbox. I miss Blogspot. Blogspot seems easier. And I feel that not many people come and visit my blog anymore since i’ve moved to WordPress. Depressed tuloy ako.
On a different note, last night, after work. Emir who is from the Kanoo Corporate Office on the Ground Floor where I worked and I were on our way home. Hindi pa daw siya nag lunch because his catering guy wouldn’t deliver anymore kasi nahuli daw sa No Parking Zone, kakain daw siya. I was craving for Lomi so we ate at the nearby Thai Restaurant, kasi sabi niya na dun daw masarap. So excited na akong kumain ng Lomi. After 35 years of waiting, dumating na ang order namin, tinikman ko ang Lomi, ay naku !!! Walang kasarap sarap akong nalasahan!!!! Sabi ko bakit ganito? Walang sarap?Baka naman daw hindi lang ako sanay sa Thai Lomi, naku siguro naman ang Thai Lomi eh may lasa. So pinatikim ko sa kaniya. Ayun, naniwala nga. Wala talagang sarap.
I spoke with the waiters and told asked why the Lomi tasted different. Sabi nila may bago silang cook na Dietician daw kaya matipid daw sa asin. After rolling my eyeballs, I asked if they would change it. Fortunately they did, pero wala na ako sa mood for lomi.
Kaya inuwi ko na lang.
Kapag ito hindi ko ma publish, I’m sure kinukulam na ako.
Do you know any WordPress Tutorials online? Help!
Well I’m still in my trial stage, because my Blogger account is still active, but its just shitty right now. If in case, some miracle happens and I am successful in repairing the damages (which I highly doubt will happen) I have done to it, then I shall delete this account. If not, then I shall just try to move everything from there to here. (I have done this already and I was surprised to learn that it was easy) Aint that grand?
Now all I have to know is how WordPress actually works because I am still unaware of how things work here. It seems a little more difficult than Blogger but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it soon enough .
I know my Blog looks shitty now. Its all my fault.
I wanted to experiment with my Template. You know I just wanted to tweak here and there and maybe improve the look of my blog. So I edited my html. Now, I lost my widgets, my links thankfully, I placed them in a Text File, so I still have them. And I hate the way my Blog looks.
I’ve changed the template. And now, I can’t get it back. Waaaah !!!! Ano gagawin ko? I’m really regretting my editing the template. But how can I change the template back? I still have my original Template saved. But I don’t know what to do to put it back.
If you have any suggestions you can email me at email@example.com.
I really need your help guys.