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The Plump Pinay will be taking over video blogging and we need all the help we can get.

Applicants must be committed, enthusiastic and strong individuals who are willing to work with us. Please send us your recent CV with the subject "APPLICATION: (insert position applying for)" to
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Deadline of submission is on October 9, Wednesday (11:59PM)! :)



The Plump Pinay x The Henry (Day 3)


Goodbye, room!

Danah's selfies

Hipster receptionist (Cebuanas are gorge!!!)


A resting area for the "mature ones"

and for the not-so-mature ones

Visited our friend, Mike, in his office (apparently he owns a BMW dealership store)




Checkin' out the food! 

The EVP (Naks!).  Funny thing is, I never got to talk to Mike in campus (he's from UA&P too). He was always alone and seemed standoffish... But we're so happy we bumped into him in Draft and got to know him! He's not unfriendly at all. Funny and down-to-earth dude. :)

"Let's turn this into a private meeting room into a private lunch room since I can do whatever I want. I am the EVP." -Mike (LOL.
)

Good food makes me giddy-happy!

Mike knows we love a good meal! He prepared a very legit Cebuano lunch for us--with ngoyong, inihaw na manok (very different from the roasted chicken here in Manila, it's much more flavorful), inihaw na liempo, and puso!

They call this "puso" because it's shaped like a heart.

SUPER SARAP LIEMPO

SUPER SARAP MANOK

Cars and a chick



7 Series


Last drive around Cebu city to buy pasalubong!

Singing party in the car!






Thank you for @blueberryshoppe (instagram account) for our benefit matte lipsticks!

Slurpee

plus Soju

Equals to an afternoon drinky winky before our flight!


Killing time

Heading back to Manila!


It has been a couple of months since I've been to Cebu. I was there earlier this year for the massive Sinulog festival, but that trip was just all out partying, and I lived that weekend like a zombie, asleep in the morning and out and about at night. I spent my days recovering from the loud music, huge crowd, and hangover inside our hotel room, ordering food service (oo na, baduy ko na). I wasn't even able to bring myself to go out and get myself a nice plate of lechon! So I'm so glad that we've been invited by the manager of The Henry Hotel to finally see Cebu in daylight and finally enjoy authentic Cebuano food! :)

If you're visiting Cebu, The Henry is such a recommendable place. I'm pretty sure hipsters are totally for staying in this hotel (though they might act like they don't if they think it's too mainstream, because isn't that what hipsters do? LOL). The place is cool and has a very different vibe from your typical, victorian-themed hotels (do check out our posts on day 1 and day 2). The atmosphere of the entire place just screams fun, unconventional, and odd (in a good way). It's like you can just play and take pictures everywhere! (This statement is more accurate when buzzed.)

Another advantage of staying at The Henry is that it's right across Cable Car, which is I assume one of the popular places to visit in Cebu for drinks and a fun night. I saw a lot of people waiting outside as we left one night for dinner. It's also near a very cozy tapas bar called Just Wine (mentioned in previous post). The Henry also has its very own bar, called Scrapyard, located at the second floor. It's a beautiful spacious lounge perfect for chilling and talking with a bunch of friends.

Their service can still be improved. There were times when we had to follow-up for our orders due to long waits, but the staff were all friendly and nice. :)

All in all, I'd rate The Henry Hotel 3.5 stars out of 5!

For more information, visit The Henry Hotel's website! :)


-S

What I learned from 2012

I originally wrote and posted this in my tumblr last year, Dec. 4. :) 

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2012.

The year I turned 21. The so-called official age of “adulthood” (which I highly doubt). I never expected how much of a hodgepodge of experiences this year would be. It has been crazy, it’s had its ups and downs—some I would love to throw in limbo—but nevertheless, 2012 has taught me so much, and I am certain that every thing that happened to me this year has a purpose. It will all unfold someday.

I decided to make a list of everything I’ve learned, just so I won’t forget and do the same mistakes over again and realize that I’ve actually already learned from it and get pissed at why I still committed the same stupid slip and end up regretting why I didn’t make a list in the first place. :D

1. The only validation I need is from myself. Everyone around me can be rooting for my victory, but if I myself don’t believe that I can, their cheers are futile.

2. I can’t trust everybody. This doesn’t mean I’m going to be suspicious of every human being around me, but it just means I can’t disclose everything to everyone. In order to know who I can trust, I should trust time to reveal to me who those few, worthy people are.

3. Friends come and go. I know it should be people come and go, but allow me to be more specific. It dawned on me how real this statement is. Sometimes, as we grow, we become different, and sometimes people get uncomfortable with unfamiliarity. I have to accept this as an inevitable part of life, and no matter how hard I try to reach out and keep the friendship alive, if the other person is not willing to extend his or her hand anymore, then I’ve just got to let it go—without any grudges.

4. Being alone isn’t always a bad thing. I haven’t really had the chance to be alone and single for quite a long time, and now that I am in fact, alone and single, I can definitely attest to how NOT bad it is. I am enjoying it actually, because I am rediscovering my identity and it’s been an adventure. I never fail to surprise myself in different circumstances.

5. Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should. ‘Nuff said.

6. I can be mindlessly living. I woke up one day realizing I am not in control of my life, but my routine is. I’ve been so accustomed to the banality of everyday life that it has got me running on auto-pilot mode. It’s true what they say, living is far different from being alive. Taking control is key.

7. I can’t just wish for things to be how I want it to be and translate it as “being hopeful”. Specially when I’m not doing any damn thing to get to where I want to be. It’s just really all about hard work and determination. There is no other formula to achieve my dreams.

8. I am someone, and that means I matter. Regardless of how I look, how much I have, and what I know, I am someone. I have a voice, I matter, and it’s up to me how I will use this to inspire change, in whatever way I can.

9. I can trust myself. I used to doubt myself a lot and think that I always need the counsel and guidance of someone else to get things right. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always good to listen to other people’s words of wisdom, but as a 21-year-old woman (girl), I’ve realized that sometimes, I need to learn to trust myself, stick to my decisions, and be responsible for whatever the outcome will be. I did it once, and when things turned out beautifully, that giddy, happy feeling of knowing for a fact that I made a good decision is priceless. On the other hand, if things don’t turn out so well… We live and learn.

10. The only thing that will be consistent in my life is God and His abundant grace. I have fallen and I have failed, and I have condemned myself so many times for falling and failing. But always (ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS!!!), at the end of the day, God always assures me that he loves me still—to the brim—NO MATTER WHAT. PERIOD! It’s amazing how He makes me realize that He’s not the one putting the pressure on me to be perfect and good all the time, it has always been myself. God doesn’t care how many times I fail, all He wants is for me to receive His grace every time I do, and just get back on my feet, take His hand, and continue the journey.

11. Joy and peace can’t be bought. (I bet a lot wished it could be, though.) June 2012 marked my first year as a corporate slave working girl, and though earning my own money is indeed exciting, liberating, and reassuring, I wouldn’t expect it to be the wellspring of pure bliss. The parties, the drinking, the night outs—yes, they were fun (and sometimes funny to tell), but at the end of every raucous night of vodka currants and jagerbulls, I know in my heart that it is all fleeting. Yes, money can make me enjoy life, but it can’t give what I (and every other person) want to attain on this earth—peace, joy, and love.

12. Finding someone attractive and interesting who finds you attractive and interesting is NOT a go signal to date, much less start a relationship. I know that people these days use “dating” as a casual means to do what real life couples do without the commitment. I know, because I’ve been there. And to me, this kind of set up will eventually leave one (or even both) hurt in the end. So I would want to be alone until I find someone who’s not just good enough to be with as of the moment, but someone I can really see myself sticking it out with in the long run (and I have a pretty strong feeling that that’s gonna happen light years from today).

13. Sometimes, I’m my own worst enemy. I can be real good at discouraging myself, but what’s important is to be able to distinguish when I’m telling lies and when I’m speaking the truth about me. I’ve read in a book that often times, we already know the truth, but we choose to wrap our heads in lies that we perpetually force ourselves to believe as truths. The reasons? There are a lot. But I think one is convenience. It’s easier to accept defeat and be a victim than fight and be conquerors of life.

14. Stick to my values. I may fall short and make stupid mistakes, but those aren’t good enough reasons to let go of my values and what I stand for completely. This goes back to my actualization that God’s grace is sufficient, and I can always get back on my feet, try to live righteously, and not feel guilty about any of my sins. After all, I’m forgiven, and He doesn’t hold a single mistake that I’ve made against me. :)




-S

The F Word

I think it’s hard to find an environment where self-love, security, and acceptance exist. In our world obsessed with the attaining "perfection" when it comes to looks, it’s completely normal to trash talk your own body and find something “hideous” and “wrong” with it to point out—not only to your own self—but to others as well. This type of body bashing is insane, degrading, and I ABHOR it. I hate it with passion.

Unfortunately, our office is one of those environments where it always happens. Every day there’s a colleague (male or female, it doesn’t matter) who would express disgust/shame/hatred/dislike for a certain body part (if not the complete body itself) for being fat. It’s either a part is getting too big, or they’re getting too heavy. I see some of my officemates weighing themselves early in the morning, and again during mid-afternoon, and fret at the slightest change of the digits they see on the scale (I guess they don’t know the fact that a human’s weight fluctuates with an increase or decrease of 2-4 pounds in a day). Their obsession about weight—NOTE: WEIGHT, NOT HEALTH—saddens me, and I would always find a way to compliment them to make them feel pretty despite them feeling otherwise about their own bodies. And I do mean what I say. I really think I have good-looking colleagues, and I ain’t bullshitting on that. ;)

Aside from the girls constantly expressing their disapproval of their bodies, there’s also a colleague who would always throw the word fat around. It was obvious that his intention was to tease, if not insult. If he notices you packing on extra pounds, he would always come up with different ways of “warning” you. He’d tell you to not get a second serving of lunch, which he did to me, (we have free buffet breakfast and lunch in the office—YAHOO! indeed), or he’d scare you with the thought of you looking like “a rolling ball”.

Yesterday, he jokingly called my officemate “Miss B” because she obviously gained weight—significantly in the tummy area. And B stood for—you’ve guessed it!—Miss Buntis (Pregnant). And that’s exactly what my male officemate was hinting with the regular-word-turned-acronym-turned-insult. Although it is very noticeable that she got chunkier, she’s not someone you’d call fat. She just got a bit curvy, but she still looks regular-sized to me.

The name-calling offended my officemate, which resulted to dramatic sobs delivered jokingly--although I knew she got hurt. I immediately tried to alleviate the situation by saying, “Bakit ka ba nagpapa-apekto jan? Huwag ka nga makinig jan! (Why are you letting him affect you? Don’t even listen to him!)” But my officemate won’t stop with the vocal expression of her dented self-esteem, that at one point, she even kidded that “Miss B” would soon stand for “Miss Bulimic”.

It is true, though. She did gain weight.

It’s disturbing. It’s disturbing to me how in this whole situation, it’s so apparent that so much negativity has been associated with the word FAT that it seems like it's everyone's worst nightmare to be described as that. Once a woman is called fat, the typical reaction would be insulted, hurt, or offended, even if it’s an obvious fact that she is fat. I don’t get it. How is being called what you actually are offensive? Imagine someone telling me “OH MY GOSH, YOU’RE A REDHEAD!!!” and I’d just bawl for being called that.

There’s another interesting incident that happened. It’s our church’s prayer and fasting week, and some of my male officemates joined the fast. Just a few days ago, one of my officemates tells another that he lost weight. “Pumayat ka ah. (You lost weight.)” This statement immediately plasters a huge grin on his face, with a reply of “Thank you ah!”

If I must point out, my officemate was merely being descriptive when she said he lost some weight. She didn’t actually compliment him, but he assumed she did, that’s why he responded like he was given one.

For the longest time, when body bashing and shaming occurs inside the work place, I would just defend the one being mocked and try to steer the conversation to a different direction. That’s it. That’s all I did. I was a bit scared to speak up because I was the only one who believed that body shaming is utterly wrong and should be put to an end. It also didn’t help that I was the youngest employee in Yahoo! Philippines at 21 years old. I had fear that they'd think I was pikon, and would talk about me behind my back for being overreacting when they’re just “joking” or “teasing”. But truth is, it bothered me. I’m bothered that there’s always a time for this type of body negativity inside the workplace which is my space too. I get annoyed, exasperated. I get pissed mostly at myself for not trying hard enough.

But today, I decided to stand my ground and do what I can to at least lessen (if not totally eradicate) the existing fat stigma.

Part of it is probably me PMS-ing, but mostly it’s because of what a male officemate said yesterday to the offender, after my female colleague calmed down after being called “Miss B”.

“Oy bakit mo sinabi yon? Alam mo bang yun yung worst na pwede mo sabihin sa babae? (Why did you say that? Don’t you know that’s the worst thing you can call a woman?)"

He was trying to defend her, trying to make her feel better.

This statement was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or in my case, the statement that unleashed the activist/feminist/body revolutionist in me BIG TIME (pun intended). It really got to my nerves. I immediately IM’ed (through Yahoo! Messenger, of course) my best friend, and told her how pissed I am for what has just been said. I typed heavily at my keyboard being fueled by anger (I also didn't find it funny what my officemate said about developing bulimia, because after having gone through it, I know for a fact that enforcing an eating disorder on one's self is not something hilarious to be joked about). Then, I realized I was madder at myself for not doing anything about it, despite the fact that it consumed me emotionally.

I told my best friend that that was it, and tomorrow (which is today) I would put up posters all over the office to make people think twice about the words they say and how they react to things.

She made me calm down by telling me that some of my officemates were exactly the reason why I’m a body image warrior. And she was absolutely right.

So this morning, I made this and posted 3 copies in different areas of our office.

Feel free to download the poster!

One of the 3 bulletin boards where I pinned the FAT poster


I also did this to our weighing scale, just to remind the lovely ladies in the office not to fret so much about their weight, because they’re more than just a number.



I know all the body love/fat acceptance revolutionists like myself would see it as great feat if women of all shapes and sizes would be secure in themselves and not take offense when the word fat is thrown at them. I myself know for a fact that once we’ve reclaimed “fat” and removed all its stigma, I’d be giving myself a pat on the back and feel extremely happy and content, knowing that finally more women are getting it, and I am part of making a change in their self-esteems.


-S

Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article do not necessarily reflect the work environment of the office mentioned above.

Welcoming 2013 differently

Happy new year, everyone! :)

It's our first time to celebrate the new year away from home. Ever since I can remember, we have always stayed in on New Year's Eve to do our annual family tradition: 
  1. Our mom and titas prepare a feast of our favorite scrumptious dishes
  2. As we wait, we write what we've been grateful for for the past year, and write what we ask from God for the coming year
  3. Gather to pray as a family
  4. Eat eat eat
  5. Wait for the clock to strike 12
  6. Kiss everybody and make lots of noise
  7. Jump as high as we can (to get even more taller! HAHA)
  8. Our tito breaks his piggy bank to throw and roll the coins (which he had saved up during the entire year) all over our living room, as the entire family get on all fours to hoard as much coins as we can!
  9. Set off fireworks (safe ones)
  10. Burn the letters that we wrote (see #2)
  11. Go to bed.

But for 2013, it was different. My mom decided it was time for a change, so she booked us rooms at The Remington Hotel. 

Turns out, everyone decided to spend the new year's out. There were a lot of people at the hotel, which resulted to poor service and lots of waiting. 

After having dinner (which consisted of turkey, stuffing, cold cuts, cheese, fruits, and wine), we all got dressed up and headed to Resorts World for a different New Year's Eve celebration! :)


Our mom chose to stay in Bar 360 at the casino, because there were too many people at the plaza where the countdown happened.

Danah with our lola, who's looking fresh as ever at 62!

With my gorgeous momma! Excited as we watched bands perform live while waiting for another brand new year!

The loves of my life



The Company was the band to perform last, and they lead the countdown to 2013! The primary countdown happened at the plaza as hosted by DJ Toni Tony, but there was live simulcast at Bar 360.

 
What I wore:
 Sparkly Deep-V top Una Rosa | Pumps Payless
I decided to ditch accessories with this outfit because the top's sparkle and shine was enough. Didn't want to look like a Christmas tree on NYE (or ever, for that matter)! 

 

Danah's outfit
Dress Dorothy Perkins | Shoes Marks & Spencer | Bag Gucci

After our parental units went back to our room to sleep at around 1 am, Danah and I went back to Bar 360 for more drinks! :) This is one of the strongest in the bar list: The Flaming Spade. It's a flaming shot which consists of Kahlua, Baileys, and Absinthe! It was really good! :)

Spent the first few hours of January 1 drinking shots, singing along with the live band (in our seats--we weren't that drunk), and laughing with my crazy sister :) 

The flaming shot turned me into a bossy poser: "Danah, kunan mo ko!" HAHA


Giant tree at The Remington Hotel


Truth is, Danah and I couldn't be more excited for 2013. I have faith and I have claimed that this year will be the BIGGEST YET TO COME for our blog and our advocacy. I've actually started a "reality journal" wherein I write all my dreams for The Plump Pinay for 2013, and with strong and unwavering faith, believe for it all to materialize (in His perfect time, of course). I'm just really excited and passionate like never before. I know 2012 wasn't really a strong year for us, but we've definitely learned and grown from it. I've come to realize that no matter what distracts you from your true purpose in life, no matter how much you wander away from the path of what you're really meant to do, if that's where your passion and heart is, that's the exact place where you'll end up in to finish the work set uniquely for you.

I know in my heart and soul that God's purpose for us on this earth is to empower women--not just the plus size, but every woman struggling to love herself. We will keep blogging, posting, and tweeting until every single woman on this planet believes with ALL of her entire being that she is worthy, beautiful, and capable. :)

Our hope is for your 2013 to be magical and fun--full of love, laughter, and lessons. May you conquer your fears and start loving yourself more. Dare yourself every once in a while, 'cos you'll never know how you'll surprise yourself until you do something outside of your comfort zone.

Live it up, be bold, be better, and most of all, be YOU.

Happy new year, everyone! :)

-S