Kiss

Four or so years ago, I was asked by a lot of boy friends, horny and curious alike, what is the key to a woman's sexual submission? I laughed, I wanted to ask them "why?" but just kept the question in my mind and just answered them with another question, "why ask me? I'm not the right person to ask, 'coz first, I'm younger than all of you, and second, I haven't been intimate to anyone. All I have are theories yet to be proven by myself."

As I was drifting to slumber last night, I caught a glimpse of one of the Closer's scene, when Jude Law kissed Julia Roberts, and in my semi-asleep consciousness I thought, "that's my theory yet to be proven..the key.."

In my theory, if a guy could kiss a la Jude Law, Julian McMahon (Nip/Tuck and Charmed, Dr. Doom of Fantastic 4), and/or Enrique Iglesias, he can make any gurl totally submissive and do his every bidding. Why? Because a kiss done the proper way at the right moment can turn all the switches in a woman's physiology and psychology on..

A kiss full of passion and hunger.. A mixture of respect and desire.. A kiss so goddamnfuckingly good 'tis orgasmic..

As Tom Jones pointed out in his song, Kiss, "You don't have to be beautiful to turn me on.." True. Proof? Though I don't find Tom Cruise handsome, the general public do.. And even if I do, even if he's The Tom Cruise, I still am not turned on by him the way I feel whenever I watch Enrique Iglesias in his Hero music video. He doesn't make me want to be with him in his love or kissing scenes. He can't make me gasp and hunger like I'm the one he's kissing unlike Cole while frenching Phoebe.

A 10-Minute Ride

"I heard you're planning to spend the holidays back home now that you already have your greencard?" My mum's uncle asked me on our way to my workplace. Uncle Roger volunteered to drop me off that day since he's not interested in watching Kampanerang Kuba unlike his wife and my mum. I just confirmed what my mum told him, he went on talking and I heard the best advice given to me, "Enjoy your vacation, then, 'coz by the time you got back here, you'll have to focus on your studies and part-time job, whatever it may be."

If only he knew.. I won't be really enjoying myself in the Philippines.. I'll hafta manage my aunt's store while she's having her much-needed vacation and check-up. I won't be a part of the "Empe Boiz" anymore, though salimpusa naman lang talaga ako.. All I have is 2 days at most, if ever matuloy man ako this month.. Kahet kase I'm working my flat ass off, eh part-timer lang naman ako tsaka minimum lang rate ko, kaya short pa rin ako ng pamasahe.. Sa hangin kase kame nagkapirmahan ni kuya ng kontrata na if ever man kapusin ako eh iso-shoulder n'ya..

"Pagdating mo dun, mag-scout ka na ng mapapangasawa mo. Dapat Nursing grad at masipag, 'yung ipagta-trabaho ka para mabuhay kayo not the other way around. Tapos, i-petition mo na makarating dito, pero kelangan you love each other. Tignan mo kame ng Auntie mo. Mas maganda pa rin kase pag Pilipino rin mapapangasawa mo eh."

"Aray ko, bata pa po ako," was my reply but wasn't voiced out, late na'ko for work eh..

awkward moment..

Sira ang lock ng pinto ng restroom sa workplace ko.. Nalaman ko lang nung ihing-ihi na ako, so, I've no other choice but to use it kase feeling ko puputok na pantog ko.. I just asked my co-worker/gal pal to stay gurad and tell our other co-workers I'm using the restroom.. baka kase bigla bumukas at makita akong medyo nakatuwad, kase inde ako umuupo sa toilet pag alam kong common restroom (ladies and gents share the same toilet).. Eh medyo na-busy ata magkahera si kring, inde napansin gumawi sa restroom yung isa naming co-worker na medyo crush ko.. Tangna!! Buti na lang nasa lavatory na'ko at naghuhugas ng kamay!! Gagu pang Ed, narinig na nga na napatili ako when he opened the door, pumasok pa rin sa restroom!! Puchang buhay naman, oo!! Lagi na lang nagkakandaloko-loko sa trabaho ko!!

MASAYA AKO!!

I just feel so happy 'coz I'm now an LPR of the sunny state of CA!! that's all folks!!

Psychology of Crushes

I dunno what's with gay guys that I felt like I'm the iron fillings to their magnet.. Same goes with metrosexuals, even though my two ex-boyfriends were the ragged/thrasher types.. Is this kind of attraction related to my all-girl schooling when I was in elementary where you spend your adolescence, in my case, first couple of years in puberty?

Well, to those who visit my blog that still doesn't know it, I attended an exclusive Catholic school for girls from kindergarten to 5th grade.. Having attended said educational institution, I was exposed to same sex attraction, infatuation, and romantic relationship in a very early age.. I was in 1st grade when I first saw two sixth graders sharing a bed in the clinic hugging and kissing under the blanky, I even remember sharing a bed with a high schooler.. uso pa Sweet Honesty noon, 'yun 'yung perfume n'ya and her hair smells Vidal Sassoon shampoo.. Otei, I'm drifting back to memory lane again..

Anyhoo, our school was only 14 inches apart from an exclusive boys' school, that's because of the wall between our campuses, and I still don't get why most of my schoolmates prefer a breed of our own.. Was it because of the "nearestness" of one's company, they after all belong to one campus/building, if they don't share the same section/class? And why do girls can openly have a lady-crush or lady-love often than boys? Was it the societal stereotyping and machismo that prevent them and repress whatever man-crush they might feel for their own kin?

I once goaded a guy friend into admitting if he never ever had a man-crush in his entire life.. First off, he's a manly man and very straight, but he did admit he once find this child actor cute.. Creepy? Not for me.. My mind's not programmed to think a man homosexual just because he admires another man.. I dunno if you'll think of me as a pervert or something, but yuuri is as hot as yaoi for me..

What is the trigger factor for one to have a Certain Reaction Upon Someone's Heart(head, 'coz 'tis all in the mind, methinks)?

The Skinny Pig

4 o'clock in the morning and still I can't sleep because of the stupid vodka I drank the night before.. I guess my alcohol tolerance level went down after almost 2 years of not boozing regularly.. I went to the "Evul Chatterboxxx" and met Notinlovewidyu.. She was all friendly to me and I flirt with gurls a lot, I even asked her if she wanna hookup with me when I go back to the Philippines.. The flirting will surely go on especially 'coz I feel somewhat numb up in my brain, until one of the chatters called her by her slightly real name.. And I know, that unique name's only possessed by this gurl, so I was all shocked and glad..

"An Demonyada!! (the demon-girl)" was what I typed when she confirmed if she's really who I thought she was.. The gurl without a consonant in her first name.. Zwhynny Aban.. Who would have thought that I would one day bump into her in the net? She was my cousin's cousin. She was B1 (or was it B2, B3, or B4) in our organisation, BSP-Roverettes of MNCHS (our secondary school).. She's one of the class clowns in my Ahya's batch.. She was the rumored to be hit and ran by a taxi and got comatosed, no thanks to our dear friend, Ronan.. And because of her, I met my very bestfriend, Joseph, but we call him by his nickname Noy..

We chatted and she updated me with the so-called greatest scam in Etabsam, the jueteng bomb that Sandra Cam dropped in the media, wherein 2 schoolmates, they were in one barkada and the other one's my cousin, were said to be involved along with their families, the Espinosa's and the Abapo's..

"Hearing" from this noisy gurl made me want to go home even more.. T_T

Got nothing to do and saw Lucia's blog, naki-quiz na rin.. ^_^

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

What Your Underwear Says About You

When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble! You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.

You Are 60% Weird

You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!

Your Kissing Purity Score: 46% Pure

You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well.

Love Is A Decision.. (daw)

"I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee there'll be one day when one or both of us would want to get out. But I also guarantee that if I do not ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life 'coz I know in my heart, you're the only one. "

Everybody was sighing as we watched Julia Roberts say these lines to Richard Gere in an unromantic setting-the balcony of a building in bustling New York City-in the movie Runaway Bride. A few scenes before that, it was Richard who said the same lines to Julia, likewise in an unromantic scenario, as they were talking about how people propose marriage. True enough, when we were teenagers it was a question which we loved to answer in slambooks.

It remains a topic that creates giggles and shrieks whenever friends talk about it. But does one really know what love is? We often mistake it for a crush, an infatuation or sometimes, even for the sheer joy in companionship. Sometimes, we think it's a feeling that we have when our hearts continue throbbing hard when we see that special person. Or when our knees start to shake and begin to weaken. But can anyone really define love? I don't think so, not even the ones who think they have felt it, or those who are feeling it, or those who hope they will feel it. Not even my philosophy teacher. Because love is not something that you don't define... it's a decision.

When you feel that you love one person, how can you tell that he or she won't feel the same way for the next person who comes along? Love is not a feeling, it's a decision. 'Coz, when it's a feeling, it is something that floats in theair, something you cannot touch or dare to comprehend.

Love, when it's a decision, makes it solid, makes it a commitment, makes it more lasting and more real. You can feel that you can be in love 20 million times in a day, but when you decide to be in love, you can only decide to be in love with one person once in your lifetime. You commit and you hold on to that decision. And when you turn your back on that decision, it means you were never in love in the first place.

Love should never fade. Because when it does, it means it's just an emotion. Love will never fade because a decision, once done, is something you stand up for and fight for-no matter what. What does "I love you" mean? Some peoplefind it easy to say the words but what really matter is being ready to stand up for it when you say those words. Are you ready to face all the consequences after saying those magical words?

If you can say "I love you" long after all the tough times, all the good times and after all the words that come hurting you, then the meaning of those words becomes real. Of course, I still believe in those words... but I myself am afraid to say them. I know there will come a time when I won't be afraid of those words coming out of my mouth. When I will be strong enough to fight for love again. And I can say the words "no matter what". Saying "I love you" is a major decision in one's life.

Those words should be sacred, should be kept in your heart until you are ready to commit, to fight for that feeling and to stand by those words. Is love a product of destiny? No, I believe there's no such thing as destiny. Thus, if love is a product of destiny, then you choose to love, you decide to love.

Your destiny is the path that you choose to take.

I guarantee that there will be tough times. Going back to the movieline that made everyone sigh: Yes, it is a decision to commit, it is a decision to love. And when you decide to love, you should realize that there will be tough times and there will come a time when you would want to get out.

And when you realize that love comes with all things good or bad, then you know what love really is.

But there is love...

Songs That turn Me On 2 - Butterfly

second installment of songs that make me feel funny..

hope somebody will tell me this lines, will sure make my legs shake and go crazy.. *lol*

the title also reminds me of the Venus Butterfly© technique in giving a cunnilingus..

"Butterfly"
Crazytown

Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby

Such a sexy,sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring
And I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill
Time is passing I'm asking could this be real
'Cause I can't sleep I can't hold still
The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal

I can feel too much is never enough
You're always there to lift me up
When these times get rough
I was lost now I'm found
Ever since you've been around
You're the women that I want
So, yo, I'm putting it down.

Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're mypretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy

I don't deserve you
Unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious then I guess it's true
But to tell truth, I really never knew 'til I met you...
See I was lost and confused, twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it
My lifestyle's sure wild I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files
So, yo, what' s happening now?
I see the sun breaking down into dark clouds
And a vision of you standing out in a crowd.

So, Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, comec come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy

Hey, sugar momma, come and dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me
Whatever tickles your fancy, girl it's you like Sid and Nancy
So sexy....almost evil talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read
But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead
You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase
And as far as I can see it don't get better than this
So butterfly, here is a song and it's sealed with a
kiss and a thank you miss.

Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, so come and dance with me
Uhhhhh ha uhhh ha

Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, come come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy

Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy

Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Uhhhhhh ha uhhhhhh ha

Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me

How to do the Venus Butterfly©:

• tongue on the clitoris, licks it (preferrably tongue tornado)..
• index and middle finger inside the vagina tickling the frontal abdomen where the G-spot is located..
• ring finger caresses the anal opening, just outside, no need to insert it..
• free hand caresses either the navel or the breasts..

Eduardo Verastigui

this hottie's from J. Lo's "Ain't It Funny" mv wherein he played the role of a gypsy man.. he's the reason why I like the peasant/gypsy style..

The Dante Club by Matthew Pearl

took this quiz while in the middle of reading the said novel..very interesting historical fiction..mysterious and suspenseful..

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Beerdeh Pwesent

If 'tis your birthday and this is your present,

what will you do? How will you react?

*blink blink*

I Miss Family Guy!!

'tis been 2 weeks since our cable provider shut their services for they are conducting their maintenance thingie. and I've been missing the new episodes of Family Guy.. waah!! all I do now is recollect the lines of my fave characters..


Peter Griffin (dimwit head of the Griffin household): (grabs mic at a fast food) Attention restaurant customers: Testicles. That is all.

Stewie Griffin (sarcasmeister baby who wanted to dominate the world and murder his mum): Just me, Stewie..just being myself.. Oh this? Just my package.. God delivered it, I signed for it, and the world keeps on spinnin', yeah..

Glenn Quagmire (Peter's perverted friend and neighbor who's also obsessed with Lois, Peter's wife): Hello, 911? It's Quagmire.. Yeah..it's caught in the window this time..

Loving A Larger Woman

the following is an excerpt stroy in the novel Good In Bed by Jennifer Weiner..


Good in Bed is Bruce Guberman's monthly column in Moxie mag..


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Loving a Larger Woman
by Bruce Guberman



I'll never forget the day I found out my girlfriend weighed more than I did.



She was out on a bike ride, and I was home watching football, leafing through the magazines on her coffee table, when I found her Weight Watchers folder -- a palm-sized folio with notations for what she'd eaten, and when, and what she planned to eat next, and whether she'd been drinking her eight glasses of water a day. There was her name. Her identification number. And her weight, which I am too much of a gentleman to reveal here. Suffice it to say that the number shocked me.



I knew that C. was a big girl. Certainly bigger than any of the women I'd seen on TV, bouncing in bathing suits or drifting, reedlike, through sitcoms and medical dramas. Definitely bigger than any of the women I'd ever dated before.



What, I thought scornfully. Both of them?



I never thought of myself as a chubby chaser. But when I met C., I fell for her wit, her laugh, her sparkling eyes. Her body, I decided, was something I could learn to live with.



Her shoulders were as broad as mine, her hands were almost as big, and from her breasts to her belly, from her hips down the slope of her thighs, she was all sweet curves and warm welcome. Holding her felt like a safe haven. It felt like coming home.



But being out with her didn't feel nearly as comfortable. Maybe it was the way I'd absorbed society's expectations, its dictates of what men are supposed to want and how women are supposed to appear. More likely, it was the way she had. C. was a dedicated foot soldier in the body wars. At five foot ten inches, with a linebacker's build and a weight that would have put her right at home on a pro football team's roster, C. couldn't make herself invisible.



But I know that if it were possible, if all the slouching and slumping and shapeless black jumpers could have erased her from the physical world, she would have gone in an instant. She took no pleasure from the very things I loved, from her size, her amplitude, her luscious, zaftig heft.



As many times as I told her she was beautiful, I know that she never believed me. As many times as I said it didn't matter, I knew that to her it did. I was just one voice, and the world's voice was louder. I could feel her shame like a palpable thing, walking beside us on the street, crouched down between us in a movie theater, coiled up and waiting for someone to say what to her was the dirtiest word in the world:fat.



And I knew it wasn't paranoia. You hear, over and over, how fat is the last acceptable prejudice, that fat people are the only safe targets in our politically correct world. Date a queen-sized woman and you'll find out how true it is. You'll see the way people look at her, and look at you for being with her. You'll try to buy her lingerie for Valentine's Day and realize the sizes stop before she starts. Every time you go out to eat you'll watch her agonize, balancing what she wants against what she'll let herself have, what she'll let herself have against what she'll be seen eating in public.



And what she'll let herself say.



I remember when the Monica Lewinsky story broke and C., a newspaper reporter, wrote a passionate defense of the White House intern who'd been betrayed by Linda Tripp in Washington, and betrayed even worse by her friends in Beverly Hills, who were busily selling their high-school memories of Monica to Inside Edition and People magazine. After her article was printed, C. got lots of hate mail, including one letter from a guy who began: "I can tell by what you wrote that you are overweight and that nobody loves you." And it was that letter -- that word -- that bothered her more than anything else anyone said. It seemed that if it were true -- the "overweight" part -- then the "nobody loves you" part would have to be true as well. As if being Lewinsky-esque was worse than being a betrayer, or even someone who was dumb. As if being fat were somehow a crime.



Loving a larger woman is an act of courage in this world, and maybe it's even an act of futility. Because, in loving C., I knew I was loving someone who didn't believe that she herself was worthy of anyone's love.



And now that it's over, I don't know where to direct my anger and my sorrow. At a world that made her feel the way she did about her body -- no, herself -- and whether she was desirable. At C., for not being strong enough to overcome what the world told her. Or at myself, for not loving C. enough to make her believe in herself.


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Argh! Bull's eye! Dang! What if a guy does this to me? I'd probably torture him and make him beg to die.. What a sad jerk..though 'tis somehow touching..but he's still an asshole!

The Wedding

'Tis my mum's uncle's silver wedding anniversary on the 11th but they renewed their vows yesterday at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church..

I had my hair updone in a local hair salon, not the one wherein they "murdered" my hair 3 days ago, had some locks as y'all can see they used a curling iron and lotsa hair spray on my "sutil" hair. I
did my own make-up, I made my eyes look bigger by doing the "smokey eyes" (heavily smudged eyeliner) and just put a light-colored lip gloss on my lips. It is a cardinal rule in applying make-up to only emphasize either your eyes or lips. Well, I had my own rule na if I'm gonna attend something that'll be held at night, I'll emphasize my eyes like what I did on the wedding anniversary, but if I'm going out in broad daylight, I hafta emphasize moi lips..


As you can see, my "butangera" arms are showing for I wore a black fettuccine-strapped, empire-cut dress, very similar to what the girl in Gavin deGraw's music video "Chariot" is wearing, including the pink brassiere though mine's fuschia. I was the only one in the church wearing black, but 'tis not what you wear that matters, 'tis who you wear!! Well, I wore Jones naman that night for my apparel, not bad of a choice, and for my footwear, I wore Hilfiger..

The wedding reception's not that tradional since 'twas only a renewal of vows.. All they did was the ever so popular L.A. Walk and the Chicken Dance in the wide Pacific Ballroom of the Anaheim Hilton Towers. No throwing of the garter nor throwing of the bouquet, though the bride gave it to me para ala na daw masyado kalat along with the other flowers in the reception hall and lotsa Kisses..

My feet ached that night too for I danced to my heart's content. I did the boogie, the twist, the swing, the foxtrot, the tango, the waltz, the LA walk, and of course, the chicken dance. I'm not a sweet dancer, so I didn't dare step a foot though I sang with Florence Aguilar, who graced the wedding with her presence, on my chair, in our table, to myself whilst taking a rest of course..

Overly Made

3 days before the wedding and I had a make over

which I regret 'coz I look like a hooker, sheesh!!

Losyang..

Been to my Cambodian friend's house today in Moreno Valley.
Kring and I paid her a visit to see how she is after giving birth last June 23rd..

Here are my pix with Baby Nikki taken by my ading, Nathan..
She was sleeping on my chest.. nakahanap ng kutson eh.. *lol*
I look like the mumsie in this shots, haggard-looking and fat.

A sexual poem concealed by Confucianism

the following composition is a tanka, a type of poem using a 5-7-5-7-7 measurement..

Midaregami

Yosano Akiko (1901)

Yawahadano atsuki chishioni furemomide sabishikarazuya michiwotokumono

Haru mijikashi nanni fumetsuno inochizoto chikaraaru chiwo tenisagurasenu

Yoruno choni sasamekitsukishi hoshino imawo gekaino hitono binnno hotsureyo

Love Is Like Buying A Used Car by Mariel G. Calalo

***From The Author of Love is Like Shopping For Shoes ***

Love is like buying a car. Yes, my disposable income has increased from the time I wrote Love is Like Shopping for Shoes. Unlike before when I was willing to gamble PHP 2,000 pesos for a fabulous pair of shoes, I am now willing to gamble a much larger sum of money to buy myself my first car. I spent my weekend looking for a car that will suit me. I didn't realize that looking for a car that suits me is as complicated and as difficult as finding love.

First Consideration: Should I buy a brand new car or a used one? Buying used cars has become more and more popular for many reasons. Besides the fact that it is cheaper to buy used as opposed to new, auto manufacturers are making better quality vehicles. These better quality new cars in turn make better quality used cars. Used car buyers are now getting a more reliable, better-conditioned vehicle that will last much longer. The same thing in relationships, I guess. Being with someone who has gone through difficult times, who has experienced what it's like to love and let go of love, and understand the lessons he needed to learn from that phase of his life, makes him a better person in the long run. Experience is truly the best teacher and sometimes, the best way to learn and do better is to make that mistake and learn how to fix it. Expectations are much more realistic, and approach is much more flexible. However, being with someone who has not gone through such difficulties has it's advantages. He may not have the fears that a person who has experienced a broken heart may have. His judgement may not yet be clouded by traumatic experiences a second hand heart may have. But then again, he may have coffee caramel dreams and unrealistic expectations, which eventually will lead to disappointment, when not met.

Second Consideration: Assuming I will buy a used car, I need to know the used car's history. Used Car History is a must for any used car buyer. Plain and simple, you should not buy a vehicle from a dealer, friend or even family member without first doing a thorough check. Why you ask? Because it is the only way to find out if the vehicle has any serious hidden problems such as collision damage, odometer rollback, has been reconstructed or has persistent mechanical problems. In the same way, make a covert investigation why this heart is still out in the market. If he is such a good catch, how come no one has snagged him yet? Just like cars, he could have hidden defects. He could be another closet queen, or he has a serious work habit deficiency, or he's just plain obnoxious. You need to know why the second hand heart was given up by its previous owner. This precautionary measure can spare you tons of heartache and disappointments.

Third Consideration: Ratings and Reviews. Used car ratings prove that they are a wise, cost-effective alternative to buying new. The best way to figure it out is to read what the experts had to say about the cars you're considering. In relationships, listen to what your parents and friends say about this person. It's not really about letting other people decide for you, it's more like listening to what people outside of the relationship has to say based on their observations are. If your family and your friends have only good things to say about this person, then you're blessed. You must have made a good choice.

Fourth Consideration: Maintenance and Operating Cost. High maintenance or low maintenance? My greatest dream in life is to own an Mercedes Benz E230 in Silver Gray but realized that a single small part may costs me thousands of pesos for me to have it replaced. I did my research and aparently the more high-end your car is, the more money you need to spend on insurance and maintenance. As I grew older, my dream car has shifted to the Nissan Patrol. The last time I checked, the latest model of an A/T Nissan Patrol with leather interiors and its very own entertainment additions costs about 3.8 million pesos, excluding insurance and registration. I could try working myself to death to come up with 3.8 million pesos to acquire it, but is it really worth it? You see a girl with nice shiny black hair, poreless perfect skin, a ramp model stance, chic bag and high heels. Let me calculate for you. Hot oil, depending on which salon she gets it and length of her hair, could go as high as PHP 1,000. Microderm abrasion, PHP 1,400 per session. Glycolic peel, PHP 1,400 per session. Manicure, PHP 600. Pedicure and foot spa, PHP 800. Spa treatments, average of PHP 2,000 per week. Gold's gym membership PHP100,000 plus PHP 1,800 monthly. Monthly cosmetics and girlie supplies, average of PHP 5,000. The time you need to spend waiting for her to finish her girlie to do lists, an average of 4 hours per weekend. The miserable look on her boyfriend's face as he computes her spending while he waits for her, PRICELESS. The more high-end, the more you need to be willing to give more. High maintenance relationships, demand more and are more stressful.

Fifth consideration: Commitment. No one wants to drive a dust covered car. No one wants to drive a car that screams "please lang, paliguan mo naman ako." Are you willing to wake up at 5:30 am, just to bring your car to the car wash so you could be in the office for an 8:00 am meeting? Are you willing to wash it yourself? Are you willing to get your hands all dirty because you need to put grease in it's small parts just to prevent them from rusting? Are you willing to make time to make the relationship work? Are you willing to swallow your pride and be a little crazy sometimes just to make him feel cherished?These five important considerations have led me to this conclusion: I am not ready to have my own car. Not yet. I don't have the resources to maintain it. I don't have the commitment to ensure that it stays clean and well-maintained at all times. I don't have the enthusiasm to drive it everyday to the office. Someday, I'll probably have enough resources to buy and maintain the car I want, the enthusiasm to take care of it and the ownership to drive it. Until then, I probably would spend my time preparing myself for that day. = )

Love Is Like Shopping for Shoes by Mariel G. Calalo

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a girl in possession of a mid-year bonus must be in search of the perfect shoes. People consider shopping as a complete waste of time... But for me, I have learned love's greatest lessons from shopping.

I consider Glorietta-Greenbelt-SM-Landmark chain of establishments as my home away from home. I practically buy most of the stuff there. Sales people in those shops where I buy my "kikay" stuff are practically on first name basis with me. If there is any part of shopping that I enjoy the most, it would be shopping for the shoes.

Shopping for shoes is something I consider sacred. Shopping for shoes requires commitment, commitment of your resources to get the best shoes your resources can afford. I like shopping for shoes alone because it gives me the freedom to choose the shoes without having to worry what people think about it. It gives me the freedom to decide based on my idea of a good pair of shoes, and not based on what other people think the perfect shoes should essentially have.

After months of waiting for the midyear bonus, I finally got it. Now it is time to pack my bag and head for my Glorietta to hunt for the perfect shoes. I don't plan to spend my entire bonus on shoes. I only wanted to buy one pair of black leather shoes... The pair I'm going to wear daily to the office. Hmmm, it should be sophisticated enough for the office and yet, comfortable enough for daily wear. I guess I have a fairly good idea of what I would like to buy. Since I normally wear pants to the office, a good pair of boots will do.

So I set off to the first shop I could find. I scanned the shop for the shoe I would like to buy. Well, no boots here but I sure fancy the mules. I just had to try them on... So I asked the sales lady for my size, fitted the shoe and walked in it back and forth. Well, the mule was sophisticated enough for the office but the heels are killing me. I can imagine myself wearing this but the thing is I can't wear it for a long time, how much more wear it daily? I knew this shoe was just not it. Moving on to the next shop, I found a great pair of black leather shoes, asked the sales lady for my size and fitted the pair. It's a great pair alright, but when I looked at the tag price... My budget will be busted. It's price is thrice of how much I currently have. It's a good pair but I think I can do without it, if it means busting my budget. A part of me feels bad because I think this is a good buy... But overspending isn't what I have planned for my shopping activity for this particular day. So I hop from shop to shop, finding shoes of different sorts, some of them almost the same as what I have in mind, but then something is not quite "it." I went back to some of the shops I went to a while back, fitted the same shoes I fitted before, thinking to myself that maybe I need to give these shoes a second look to convince me that I ought to buy them.

By 3:00 pm of that Saturday, I felt exhausted and frustrated. I wanted to buy a great pair and I just couldn't find one. It's either I totally don't like the style or the fit or I totally don't like the price. I told myself "just buy a pair! Whatever pair and go home!" For a minute, I wanted to agree with my sore feet. Yeah, maybe I should just buy a pair for the sake of buying, wear it once in a while and get on with my life. However, when I think about not getting my money's worth by buying something that would not completely fit what my idea of great shoe find would be... I just couldn't buy a shoe for the sake of buying.

Perhaps I haven't seen all the shops... Just when I was ready to give up and go home with a box of donuts instead of a box of shoes... There they were... A pair of black leather wedge boots... Great for slacks and denim... I knew I just had to try this pair. So again, I ordered for my size and fitted the pair. Yes! This pair is perfect. They're comfortable enough to be worn for more that 8 hours a day, sophisticated enough...

I checked the price... Hmmm, exactly fitting my budget criteria. I just knew the moment I fitted this pair that I just got to have them. I just knew that if I'd come back tomorrow in this shop and not find this pair, I'd be regretting it until the next bonus. I just need to purchase this pair... NOW.

Shopping for shoes is much like finding love. Don't try to fit it if you're not going to buy it. Don't buy it if you have reservations. Don't buy it when it's "almost but not quite." You judge the best pair based on your own criteria because you will be the one to wear it everyday. When you buy a pair of shoes, you need to be commited, at least, your feet should be committed to wear them, if needed, daily. And when you finally get the perfect pair, and you know you just can't do without this pair... Go for it before you actually regret it when somebody else buys that shoe.

Mr. Right = Perfect Bra

It's Victoria's Secret's semi-annual sale this week, once again, I'll be one of those women who will go to the VS stall in the mall in search for their bargain merchandise that will best suit my taste and budget.

As I've mentioned in my earlier posts, I have this uhm..fixation on bras, and I'd save my allowance just to buy myself these beautiful undergarments. As I rummage the already disarrayed pieces of brassieres, I rememebered the artik I wanted to write but always forget to do so because of some things happening in my life, i.e., my new job. Now that I have some spare time, I think I can now keep my promise to my fave Peyups columnist, that I would write something dedicated for her.

Months ago, I've stumbled upon Mariel G. Calalo's write-up about the Intergender Relationships that was featured in YOU, I liked it so I used a search engine to find some of her other writings. I found two related ones - "Love Is Like Shopping For Shoes" and "Love Is Like Buying A Used Car". The very first phrase that came into my mind when I read the titles was "What the fuck?!" but then, when I finished reading through it, I told myself, if Mariel (parang close eh noh?) can analogize love into buying and shopping, why not collate the right man to the right bra?

In my entry "The Cons of Having Big Cups", I jot down some points and experiences that triggered my frustration and fixation in brassieres. I still don't have that much disappointments in men because as you know, I'm still kinda callow, however, I have friends who are ripe enough to be picked and harvested and they do have these old one-two's. Anyhoo, like finding Mr. Right, shopping for the right pair of shoes, or buying a used car, finding the right bra [for us buxom ladies if you small uns aren't having the hard time in finding one] takes some considerations.

Whenever I shop for brassieres, the first thing I look for is the style and design. Now, style and design doesn't necessarily mean it should look pulchritudinous while you're holding it on your hands. Style and design for me means complimenting your body. Even if your left boob is assymetrical to your right boob, it would look perfectly symmetrical when you're wearing that piece of underclothing. Like Mr. Right, his superficial features might not be that interesting to look at by some people, but when you two are together, others perceive you as a match made in heaven, he compliments your characteristics as you compliment him.

Second thing is fitting and comfort. Now this one doesn't need a physicist to understand and do some equations just to prove why it's an important thing to consider. Having the right style and design (e.g. balcony bra with sidewire and underwire) doesn't equal to right fitting and comfort. I once bought this bra, it has side and underwires, it has this very sexy design but it flattens my boobies and the wires are poking me. Even if the size is just right around your chest, you should take the cups seriously too. A friend told me that wearing the right cup makes you breathe comfortably and enahances whatever you have. Like Mr. Right, he doesn't need to be too tall you'll end up having a stiff neck so you can look into his eyes.

And last but not least, the price and cost of owning one. Price is different from cost. When you buy something on the spot, with a tag on it, you're paying the price for owning it. In my sitch, I'm indulging myself to pay fifty bucks at most every once in a while to satisfy my need to buy. Apparently, aside from paying $50 or less, I still have to buy a 10 bucks per half a gallon liquid detergent soap to use for washing the brassiere because it has delicate texture, which will last for up to two months of continuous use. Albeit a bit pricey for a laundry soap, it will help lengthen the brassiere's lastingness.



to be edited..

Videogame Vixen of the Year

The pageant's on.. not to be biased but, I lurve Kurenai. Hitomi's hot too, in my standard..

Chob Interview

I had a job interview in a moment's notice today. My scheduled interview's in 3pm and I was informed at 2pm, heheheheh!!! actually, sabit lang ako. so I went there with my bosom bud Kring, sha talaga 'yung ni-email about the job opportunity, in plain shirt and faded jeans na meh butas/tastas pa, and a face that looked like hell.




but, I still got the job, and Kring too, even if we're not properly dressed. we felt out of place nga kase yung mga kasabay namen are wearing ties and blazers, kame, lalo na ako, mukhang dugyot. :D I will be trained as a sales representative of the Vector Marketing Corporation this coming Thursday, 16th of June, to Saturday, the 18th. must be the neckline, heheheheh!!!

Action Figurines Part Une

these figurines were antiques bought by my mum. sabe nung seller, nasisisd pa 'toh sa lumubog na ship, and if you can see if closely, you'll notice the green thingies (lumot daw sabe ni Double D) na dulot ng pagkaka-stock nya sa ilalim ng ocean..

Li Hongzhang's Poem After 1895 Treaty of Shimonoseki:

I was inspired by the House of Flying Daggers

Having never released horse saddles or left chariots,

I painstakingly worked out;

Till the reckoning of disaster did I find out

that it was not easy to simply die.

For 300 years, the foot-steps of my motherland had been staggering;

Along the road of 8000 li distance

were scenes of hardship-stricken mourning populace.

In the sobre autumn winds, I, a minister in solitude, was in tears

beside my treasured sword;

With the sun setting, I now stand by the campaigning flag on the generalissimo's altar;

Dusts of war are still floating over all seas, with no sign of settling down;

Gentlemen, please not look upon the developments of our country

as a disinterested bystander.

I am oh sooo Toasted!!!

Today, 20th of May 2005, with a 95 degrees Farenheit temperature outside, my bosom bud and I walked in the cool mall and watched Crash and Monster-in-Law, tsowee kids, I don't wanna watch SW3, at least not until the DVD boxed set (from episodes 1-6) is released. I lurve Sandra B. and I have this tiny crush on Brendan F. but that's not the reason why I wanna see the flick. I wanna see it because it talks about a societal problem that you can encounter everyday, either with your direct involvement or without --- racism. The chick flick was what my gal pal wanted to watch so that's all about it, heheheh =P After being so emotional with Crash, especially in the scene where a Mexican locksmith's daughter hugged her dad to protect him from the bullet shot by an Iranian client who got robbed, we went for a quick read in Borders and then [window-]shopping at Hot Topic. I was really planning on buying something today but this guy in Hot Topic smells so handsomely and was almost everywhere near me that I keep on forgetting why I am in there, what I wanted to buy, and that I have a friend with me. Minutes later I recollected myself and picked up the garments I aimed to buy. I went to the cashier to pay for my puchase but the Audrey (or was it Aubrey) lassie snobbed me so the odoriferous hottie named Justin came to be of service instead. Aside from looking like hell with my hair being blown by the humid wind and lack of sleep last night, the things I wanted to pay for were not to be seen by a guy being purchased by me and I don't have to demand the bitch to come and take care of me instead, right? Ergo, I awkwardly put the two items on the counter and let him enter the digits. I just wanted it to be over when he told me, "You know we've got a lot of cool underwears in stock here," I was so astonished that my rehearsed line that I'm buying those S&M-ish undergraments for my friend's bridal shower went down the drain and instead I answered, "Oh yeah, but these are the only ones that would fit my boobs," so casually then realized it after a few seconds. My blood rushed all-over my body and I felt fever hot with embarassment after it hit me I went to my friend's arms and bit her. Oh dear Lord! I fuckingly screwed myself up!!! I dunno if I can go back to that place again tomorrow to turn my application form in. Ahuhuhuhuh T_T

S-break Nonsense

Spring break. A week of pure boredom came and went.
I just killed the time reading in the cafe, eating in some
buffet then burning it afterwards in the gym, and watching
Naruto episodes 1-126 and 2 special ones. The plans made
didn't happen because of the lack of greens and other reasons.
Roadtrips were cancelled, washed out by the rain in Seattle
and waves in Florida. Las Vegas would be cool if I am 21 years
old and have money and time to waste. Damn!

My body clock went back to its bumpire time, my eyes are all red
(parang isadang bilasa) from too much watching and reading,
masarap sana magsalsal kaso nakakatamad, my mind's greener
and fouler, and my staying up 'til dawn watching Naruto and
reading some threads in hifi remind me certain hifi members that
I got to know a year ago in the chatterbox[xx] and some threads.
I suddenly miss the old days. Kampai for a year in hifi!

:::sings, I'm just plain crazy, yeah, yeah:::

Gagong Gupit 2

nabuburyong ako kaya nagpagupit ako... sabe Quentot mas bagay daw, hahahahah! tingin ko mukah akong siopao bola-bola eh, kulang na lang tuldok na red sa noo.

When I'm Pissed-off I do crazy things like this!

Take the quiz: "What Kinda Kiss R U?"

Playful Kiss
The playful kiss is about you having fun and not needing to have feelings for that person. You just go with the flow!


You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is always
pleasantly pleased to have you jump outta no
where to dote them with a fun peck on the cheek
or more passionate embrace. super markets and
work places are your favorite places to attack
your loved one with all your love =p


What kind of kiss are you?
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Take the quiz: "What kind of eyes do you have?"

Scared
Your eyes are scared. Your eyes are scared of pain, or rejection. You know how much it hurts to lose someone u cared for, but in return they dumped you like a sack of potatoes! Someday you will find your special friend, or lover, so dont stay hidden too much. You have also seen much misery when it comes to guy too, so you pefer to keep it safe, and keep your heart locked up from everyone guy that seems to be interested. You dont wanna go through anymore pain...

~*~Beautiful Soul~*~
You're the type of person who is loving, giving,
sweet, generous, genuine, and optimistic. You
see the beauty around you and you admire it for
its faults, as well as perfections. Most likely
a dreamer, you are highly respected and liked.
People like to be around you because you make
them happy. You have a wonderful personality
and you're beautiful inside and out!


Please Rate or message me! Thank you for taking my
quiz! XoXo <3 Lana

You're Beautiful...but why? ( PICS)
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The Perfect Girlfriend

I know taking silly "quizzes" in the net's crazy and that you just have to pick the "right" answers to get the score you wanted, but at times when you're not really thinking and you just pick the retaliation you really meant, maybe it's true...

*sighs*

I've been taking these craps, unthinkingly, and twice I was branded as "The Perfect Girlfriend" from this and this. Now, I don't know if I'm gonna laugh my guts out or wonder why I have no boyfriend to be the perfect girlfriend to.


at least this one is true, imho...

Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You?


Ta me bitseach mealltach

Ta me bitseach mealltach - 'I'm a sexy bitch.'
You're hot stuff, or at least you think you are.
Now, if only you could find a date...

'Ina!

January 27, 2005
Mom and ading (younger sibling in Ilocano) left for a month-long vacation in the Pihilippines because it's her Dad's frist death anniversary. She had her boyfriend and his mom to tag along with her on the said trip. Unfortunately for us, me and kuya, we can't leave Uncle Sam, we're still processing our papers. So we just drove them to the LAX and wished them bon voyage.

It was a 13-hour flight and she didn't bother to call us whe her plane landed on the Philippines to tell us they were safe and ask wether or not we came home safe the night before. Fine! I let it go, maybe she was just too busy.

A week passed, still no phone calls from her, not even a message in the answering machine was left. Her barkadas from Tokyo, NYC, and Texas were the ones who were calling all the time 'coz they will have a rendezvous in the Philippines and they were asking if I know my mom's contact number in the Philippines. I told them she brought my cellphone with her so it can be traded (it broke 6 months after it was purchased in the Philippines, it's guaranteed) and that the landline number in her parents' house was stored in that cellphone. She, mom, was supposed to be the one who should call us first because she'll be staying in Century Park Hotel before going to her parents' house. We don't have the means to call her at all. She only left us $200 as emergency money aside from my $5 daily allowance. I had a flu but I didn't dare use it to go to the doctor because they charge uninsured people way lot than those who are under HMO.

One week became three, still no phone call from her. Dad's raving, "What kind of a mother is your mom?" he said. Kuya's anger's fueled with that question he answered, "She left us 15 years ago, no phone calls during the first three years. She can do it again and it's only been 3 weeks."

A day after that, her boyfriend gave us a ring. He was already here and asked how are we doing. I told him we're fine, sort of, and that his girlfriend didn't bother to call us at all. He connected us to our mother through a three-way party conference. I wanted to be calm but I just burst out when she told me her illogical excuses.

• I tried to call you but I can't access.
• I don't know how to place a call.
• If I was there and you're here, I know how to call you.

My retaliation. Mom, how old are you and how old do you think are we? You were checked-in in a 5-star hotel, surely it has an IDD and NDD, because when kuya and I stowed away the other year, we checked-in in a 2-star hotel and it has both, all you have to do is read or ask the front desk. And your siblings for sure has a cellphone especially the politician, pfffft! Your younger sister was the one who accompany me in the PLDT booth to call you the other year, didn't she tell you? Kung talagang gusto, maraming paraan. Kung talagang ayaw, maraming dahilan!

I wanted to yell at her that she's a pathetic bitch but she cut the line.

Boyfriend

I already have a boyfriend. It's been four months since we became on. He's such a nice guy. He's mature and caring and very understanding. He's ten years older than me and is already working. I think he's already financially stable. He's also a Filipino, his family came from Iloilo, but he grew up in Chicago.

We had sex after a month of our relationship, I can barely walk that day, that first time. I already met his parents, I spent my Christmas vacation at their home in Illinois. I was shocked when he invited me and was so nervous in meeting his folks, but they were nice to me too. I'll be spending my Spring break at his apartment, he already made some arrangements, my two-way ticket's been bought.

Mommy and the rest of my family didn't know he's my boyfriend, all they know's he's a boy friend. Me befriending a guy a decade older than I am isn't a big deal to them, not yet at least. You see, he's more experienced than I do and..stuff.

I'll be graduating next year and I'm planning to look for a job in Chicago and live with him. I'm sorry if I didn't tell you right away, I hope you understand that it's very hard on my part. Please don't hate me for being gay, I was born this way, Ate.

Love,
Chris

Of Takeouts and Plays

I'm not really a moviegoer, don't get me wrong, I lurve watching flicks, but I like watching it in the comfort of my room, I don't wanna go to the silverscreens just to watch some. Boy! I'm too lazy and stingy for that kind of leisure, plus, I don't feel comfortable in the cinema house. At least in my room I can do whatever I feel like doing while watching, I can do anything without any inhibitions or reservations, I can scream, cry, laugh my heart out, and sometimes make a long and sounding fart (hahahah!)...

So much for the intro. Yesterday, me and my newfound berks went to AMC 20 to watch Hide and Seek, starring Robert de Niro and Dakota Fanning. I'm a big fan of Robert de Niro, I had a crush on him when I saw his flick, forgot the title, wherein he had a mohawk (kewlness!). I was so excited because it was my first time to watch a movie in a moviehouse here in the US and it's been a year and n months since I watched something outside my room, but my excitement just went to the drainage along with the heavy rainfall in the middle of my viewing, the film's not good. $10 wasted on a bad movie, the trailer's so good you'd want to see the movie only to be disappointed when you get there, giyaah! Though it was free because the birthday gurl paid for it, nakakapanghinayang pa rin! That $10 can buy me my Sandra Brown paperback novel...

Talking about paperback novels, I accidentally brought home a book from the book/music store-cum-cafe I usually hang out in. The detector didn't make any noise when I went out, I just realized it was in my bag when I got home. Now, I don't know how to bring it back to the shelves of the said store. In fairness, I liked the story in that paperback, The Chinese Take-Out, written by Arthur Nersesian. A fiction about a struggling artist and how he faced and lived his messed up life. It's not a national bestseller unlike The Da Vinci Code or The Rule OF Four, not a Pulitzer or Nobel nominee like The Hours or The Dante Club, but it's a good read... Makes you realize how filthy the world can be..and how fucked up can you get in your life's journey.

Gagong Gupit

got my hair cut last week... told the haircutter I want a layered hairstyle, and she cut me some bangs... mukha daw akong nilapastangan... waah! mukha daw akong bunot... huhuhuhuu...

Sheize!

Langya! I dreamt about being dragged to the beach by hifi males, the single ones lang hah, and being laughed at habang inaasar nila ako tsaka hinaharot! Hmp! Naku, nanggigigil talaga ako...