Pecksniffian Martinet's Nook

I'm holding something in my hand. What is it?

2012-01-24T22:03:00.003-08:00

a bat..? =P

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I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. What song should I start with?

2012-01-24T22:03:00.001-08:00

Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson

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It's raining. What are you going to do today?

2012-01-24T22:02:00.001-08:00

stay cozy in bed, listen to Chopin et al, sip hot cocoa with marshmallows, read a book

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Oreos, chocolate chip, or thin mints?

2012-01-24T22:01:00.001-08:00

Happy Chocolate Chips!! LOL

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What is the most erotic food you've ever eaten?

2012-01-24T22:00:00.001-08:00

The idea of eroticism in a food - Soup #5

Food that made me feel awkwardly uneasy - it's a fusion Jap-Mex appetizer last 2004 or 2005

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What's the last movie you saw in a theater?

2012-01-24T21:58:00.003-08:00

Hugo

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Where is Bum Farto?

2012-01-24T21:58:00.001-08:00

Where is Bum Farto?

Answer here

Military budget increases, while the NASA budget is decreased. Whatever happened to peaceful exploration of space? Will we ever visit Mars?

2011-10-25T21:44:00.001-07:00

Government found out there are more probing going on in the military than in outer space.

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Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

2011-10-25T21:43:00.003-07:00

either in Carmen or San Diego..? =P

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What is your favorite season?

2011-10-25T21:43:00.001-07:00

Season of the Witch #_#

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PLS TO TELL THE LAST 5 SONGS YOU PLAYED ON YOUR IPOD/MEDIA PLAYER

2011-10-25T21:42:00.001-07:00

Counting Blue Cars - Dishwalla
Somewhere Out There - Our Lady of Peace
Innocent - Fuel
Hurt - Nine Inch Nails
Rope - Foo Fighters

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The Thrill of the Asses: Assholes vs Jackasses

2011-03-27T18:09:00.000-07:00

I think there are two types of guys who can rock a girl’s world. First, there’s the Assholes of this world. They have the fucking power to make girls their "doormats" when, as far as justice is concerned, it's the faces of these guys that deserve a good stomping. Yes, I’m talking from experience.

You only get to see them once in a while; just on those days when it is more convenient for them than for you. They subtly let you work around their schedule. They show you a good time, sweep you off your feet, and promise to call but never do. When they do call, they often give you a vague explanation, if there’s even any. You put on your best shoes and go giddy as you both paint the town red only a few times, and yet you remember it for a lifetime. And when they feel that the wheels of your poor, hoping heart have shifted dramatically and you start to show the slightest indication of falling in love (or you emit some girlfriend vibes they begin to sense), they go cold turkey as you turn mother hen.

They treat you terribly. You wonder what went wrong. He gives you back-to-back rain checks while you start defending him to your friends. This could go on for months, yet you still want the *sshole. With all the things I have learned in the past years, I wonder what it is that makes them such nice girl magnets.

Is it because some women like the thrill of the chase as much as the chill of the case? Is it because some women unconsciously enjoy being treated like a doormat? Or is it because we want that sense of uncertainty...the rush that comes with living on the edge? We love to relive the magic that comes with affairs to remember—the cold nights, the red wine, and the deep, dark secrets whispered on nights that happened once but echoed for eternity.

These are the guys who can rock your world and your boat silly. They rock you once and leave you shaken, wanting to hit your head on a rock or down yourself with vodka on the rocks. And the sad part is that you never, ever learn until you have hit rock-bottom.

The second type of guy who can rock a girl’s world is the jackass—the nice guy with a hint of flair. Guys like this are the Ted Mosbys of this world. While some are not as creative and downright romantic as Ted Mosby of How I Met Your Mother, they are the ones who are constant: dense but constant, patient, and subtle. Despite the silent protests, they will try to do the requests of girls who fall on the Hot-Crazy Scale, as explained by Barney Stinson. At first, you might think that they’re doing it because they are too nice to complain, but in the process, they help you change for the better without you even knowing it.

There’s that sense of magic in how they seem to fit perfectly in your life, which makes everyone—including your family—connive to make you realize what a perfect couple you’d make. You love the excitement that comes with the fact that you don’t always know how in the world they were able to coax you into doing things you don’t normally do. They’re the kind you can introduce to your parents, knowing that your Mom would invite him again for dinner; the kind you can introduce to your friends, knowing he’d survive a round of drinking spree and not-so-subtle interrogation; and the kind who can screw your brains out in bed—a fact that you wouldn’t buy easily until you’ve had the first taste test.

This is the kind of guy who can not only rock your world but can shake you hard enough to rearrange your mindset.

Now, it’s up to you which one to choose to be insanely in love with—the Asshole or the Jackass. I have realized that love is, in fact, a decision. Remember what I wrote in Bedroom Blog Season 1, when I questioned if it’s really love if you say goodbye without leaving, and decided that we have no control over who to love? I was so young back then, and so wrong. Falling in love at 23 seems so juvenile when I compare it to my present situation and point-of-view.

Now, I’m not saying that the relationships of young people are a joke, so spare me the false scrutiny. What I’m trying to say is, as you grow older, your perception of things changes. At 23, I thought that love was simply an emotion that you couldn’t define or control. But now, at 25, regardless of who you choose—whether you return to the Asshole who keeps hurting you or run to the one who will give you not just love but also the respect you deserve—love is still a decision to make. Even if you say you can’t control it, you always have a choice. It’s still your decision if you want to pursue something vague.

I’ve learned that love is a decision.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

2011-03-27T15:48:00.003-07:00

are you kidding?! who wants to grow up?! *roflmao*

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You've invented a time portal that allows you to observe only one day in history. Which day would you observe?

2011-03-27T15:48:00.001-07:00

tough one.. but since vanity is one of my flaws, the day I am crawling out of my mother's womb so I could cheer myself into kicking my way out of it. Yes, I am a breech baby, but not a footling. LOL

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Food, glorious food! Name one snack or other food that you would consider your "guilty pleasure".

2011-03-27T15:45:00.001-07:00

I will reiterate it again and again. Pleasure IS pleasure, no need to be guilty of it!! LOL

and.. food, like sex, is one of the two greatest pleasures in the world, hence I love food and sex. ^_^

to answer your question, I enjoy all kinds of food, nothing specific pops in my head right now.

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Do you play any video games? If so, what exactly?

2011-01-27T22:19:00.001-08:00

I'm an avid fan of Diablo and Resident Evil. I love survival horror games. ^_^

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2011-01-10T12:39:00.000-08:00

When I quoted an excerpt from Bedroom Blog By Veronica, I meant it.

"Whenever I think of having a boyfriend, I dream of having someone I can afford to be weak to, someone who’s strong enough for both of us, so that I can be weak even for just a while, put down my armor and just let go. I want someone who won’t change, from the time he met me till the time we die—that he’d always care. I want someone consistent. I want someone who’ll show me that love doesn’t always mean waiting in vain. I want someone witty because I want us to laugh all the time. I'd meet that someone someday and I’ll be so happy I wouldn’t remember all the hurt I’ve been through lately. Because love finds the person, not otherwise."

When I received the news of my father passing away, ITT Guy was there for me. He hugged me and held me in his arms that day. He listened to me blab and yap about my frustrations and disappointments to my own family. I let some skeletons in my closet out for him to see, I hung my dirty laundry in front of him; however, I still wasn't able to show him how weak I can become. Maybe because he's not my boyfriend, or maybe because I just don't want to appear vulnerable to him. Maybe I'm still not ready to collapse the walls I built around myself altogether.

When my Tita died, my then boyfriend told me to come back here in the US as soon as we bury her body. When I told him about how our relatives were harassing us and how my dad got almost stabbed by his brother-in-law, my ex's reaction was, he has his own problems to deal with. I am not a typical lass. I yap and blab just to get things out of my system, and then after that I'm okay. I don't demand much from my boyfriend other than a shoulder to cry to whenever I get too overwhelmed by emotions, and an ear to listen to me, I don't even give a shit if all I said will enter one ear and exit to the other.

When I had my car accident, my bf that time looked like he doesn't care. He didn't even check on me. I have to be strong for myself. My mum was more concern about the car insurance premium going up and the ER and paramedic fee. ITT Guy, visited me when I got hospitalised last summer. He was texting me the whole time asking me how I was. He even offered me ridiculous proposals to help me out with my hospital bills/health insurance coverage which I had to turn down.

Maybe the fact that he's not my boyfriend helps, since I don't have to expect much from him, I won't get too upset when he won't be able to deliver my demands. Perhaps this kind of set-up is better, and I won't have to worry about fidelity even. Plus, I don't think he's the one I'm looking for, because all the hurt I felt is still here, it didn't go away.

Requiescat In Pace?

2011-01-10T11:46:00.000-08:00

'Twas Saturday morning, PST, when I got the phone call from my elder bro. Our dad passed away after a day or two in diabetic coma. My first thought was concern for my elder bro because he was in shock and he kept on crying. After all those years of verbal and physical abuse we got from our dad, not a single thread of fondness was left in my proverbial heart for him.

After some pondering, I realised what a cold-hearted bitch I was. I haven't talked to my dad for quite some time now, maybe almost a year even. He didn't know I got into a car accident last year, and the last thing I told him was I don't give a damn about him anymore. I chose not to talk to him because he had this tendency to suck other people into misery. I even ranted about it a week or so ago.

I feel bad for myself. Until this very moment, I chose to be selfish.

Lucky Bastard

2010-12-29T16:59:00.000-08:00

"I like men who can express their love like this and still be as sincere after a long boring time..." - JollyRancher

According to JollyRancher, this poignant writing was written by Russel Brand, a British comedian (a favorite of mine, I might add) who starred in Get It On the Greek opposite another favorite comedian, Jonah Hill.

"25 RULES FOR WOMEN (BY MEN)"

2010-11-22T02:16:00.000-08:00

1. SportsDesk starts at 11:00 PM and runs an hour. This is a great time to pay bills, put laundry in the dryer or talk to your sister.

2. Two hot dogs and a beer at a hockey game do, in fact, constitute going out to dinner.

3. Unlike you, we essentially want to dress just exactly like all our friends. Thus, you need not go much further than the Gap, Zellers or the local Walmart store.

4. If we see you in the morning and at night, why call us at work?

5. Butthead is the smart one.

6. Is it too much to ask to have the bra match the underwear?

7. You probably don't want to know what we're thinking about.

8. Silence does not need to be filled with discussions about "us" and "the relationship".

9. Things you can help with: the Sunday crossword, yard work, the dishes, cleaning, and grocery shopping.

10. Things you should let us do alone: figuring out where we are, watching anything on TBS, playing cards, smoking cigars and picking out the beer.

11. Socks never constitute a gift.

12. Department stores and malls were designed so that when you want to look at bed linen, shower curtains or handbags, there are always some speakers, tires or sporting equipment nearby.

13. We don't know anything about handbags. Don't even ask.

14. We did water the plants. They died anyway. Nobody knows why this happens.

15. Even if you think he's cute, George Clooney can't act.

16. Of course, neither can Pamela Anderson, but she had the good sense to do "Baywatch" rather than "ER."

17. Curley is the bald one.

18. Compromise does not mean that we abandon our position in favor of yours.

19. Sports Illustrated is a better magazine than Cosmopolitan. Just accept that.

20. It's in neither your interest nor ours to take the Quiz together.

21. Unless you are willing to follow the careers of Mo Vaughn, Cal Ripken, David Robinson,Mats Sundin, Michael Jordan, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Chris Farley, don't expect us to know what Helen Gurley Brown, Hilary Clinton, Naomi Wolf or your mother are up to.

22. Sex on a weeknight is generally welcome. Three hours of post-coital conversation is not.

23. Dinner out is a pretty good birthday present. Two tickets to a hockey game are even better.

24. No, you can't have the remote control.

25. If you must take us with you into Victoria's Secret, never, ever leave us alone. All the old fat ladies make mean faces at us and only add to our discomfort.

In Tennis, Love is Zero:

2010-09-05T02:04:00.001-07:00

An Excerpt from Bedroom Blog by Veronica

“Sam, have I ever told you why I took Journalism?” I asked.
“Because you like to write?”
“No, because I’ve always been bad with numbers,” I answered. “I hate Mathematics and I never understood fractions, algebra, trigonometry, and all that dizzying stuff.”
“Okay, so what’s that got to do with this?
I sighed.
“When I fall in love, it’s either I give my whole heart or I don’t give it at all,” I answered. “Because I can’t love in fractions.”

Quirino Hostage Drama Survivor's Accounts on What Happened on that Fateful Day

2010-08-24T02:13:00.001-07:00

Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza's hands. The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn't listen so he used us to get everyone's attention. Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn't see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn't understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head. Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate. I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don't matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth. Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It's like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang.

I know I will survive, I will come home.

Bang Lu Min Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath

"On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning" by Haruki Murakami

2010-08-23T21:38:00.000-07:00

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harajuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."

"Strange."

"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

My daughter’s letter to the man she will love someday by Cathy Babao-Guballa

2010-08-23T02:51:00.000-07:00

RELATIONSHIPS ARE always a difficult terrain to navigate.

As a woman, you spend hours pondering—alone or with your girl friends—the intricacies of the human heart. You always hope and pray that the next generation will get it better than you did.

Below is a letter I found in my daughter's website (I have her permission to share this). She wrote it to "the man I will someday love."

I was expecting to read a gushing, romantic, idealistic tome. I was humbled instead by her sentiments. It's filled with sensible expectations. I pray that this will make every girl believe that hope does spring eternal, and even if your heart has been broken a few times, you can always put the pieces back together, and make it right the next time around.

Take your time. Don't rush and don't just "settle." If it's part of His plan, God's best awaits you out there.

Letter To The Man I Know Exists

Dear You,

I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist. There is a part of every little girl's heart that envisions her prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her that true love's kiss.

In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the one who's willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.

Come high school, it's that boy you stand with at prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed almost too magical to be real.

Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could've read as a kid.

A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like "All My Life" or "A Whole New World" in my head when I see him does not mean I don't hope that it'll ever happen.

I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to God because I'm pretty sure our story will be epic.

However, I can't promise you that I'd make the world's most perfect princess. In fact I'll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I'll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.

I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.

I'll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that'll only be because I absolutely adore you. I'll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn't exist.

I'll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your mom.

I'll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I'll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.

I'll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.

I'll listen to your music and we'll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.

I won't be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won't need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.

You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I'm lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.

You'll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.

You'll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler's annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.

So to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can't wait to love. Please know that I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you're out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.

With the hope I will be yours for always,

Me

Of Women, Tests, and Hints

2010-08-23T00:51:00.000-07:00

I still don't get why women give men "tests". ITT guy told me about this girl he used to date. She would tell him she would call him at a certain hour, but she won't and expected him to call her instead. Of course, since he was told she was the one who's going to call him, he waited and never bothered to check on her (I think it's kinda douche-y of him not calling her, but I think that's because they were just seeing each other and were not together yet). By the next day she told him he failed her little test.

I was having a fit last night when I heard that story. I never tested any of the guys I went out with like that. Maybe I should have..hmmm.. LOL!

After reading a blog entry from Bedroom Blog By Veronica, I again questioned myself if I really am a woman or not. I don't give guys hints. I am as subtle as a gun when it comes to what I want and what I do not. Maybe that's why men think of me as a snow queen and a dude, because I do not act like my specie.

Women confuse me, but what's more irritating are men who act like women.

I write like.....

2010-07-14T14:26:00.000-07:00

the website was introduced to me by thespitsmaster via Plurk.. I copied/pasted my works and got different results.

Like Clockwork - Chuck Palahniuk
Half-baked and Untitled - James Joyce
Salacious Delirium - Stephen King
Recipe for Rape - James Joyce
Whacked Out - Raymond Chandler
Long Night - Stephen King
Steamy Nite In Hollywood - Vladimir Nobokov
The Ride - Stephen King
Feels So Damn Gee Double-Oh Dee Good - Ray Bradbury
Idol Kita Ateh Eh! - Chuck Palahniuk
Kating-Kati at 'di Mapakali - James Joyce
Getting Down On Laissez Faire Sex - Stephen King
Smooth - Stephen King
Love of A Lifetime - James Joyce
Predator - Vladimir Nabokov
PMS Thoughts and Whines - James Joyce
Manang! (Spinster!) - Stephen King
Calling All the Angels - Chuck Palahniuk
Baldy of Bakery Blues - Margaret Atwood
They Call Me Cita - Stephen King
Fagged Out and Desperate - James Joyce
Hypocrisy: Tigilan Mo'ko, 'di Ka Cute! - James Joyce
Wasted - Stephen King
The Pink Ribbon Month - Margaret Atwood
I Miss Me - Stephen King
Of Egg Production, Harvest, and Storage - Stephen King
Walking-In - Stephen King
I Think I'm Paranoid - Raymond Chandler
The Chat - J.D. Salinger
The Curse Part Deux - Margaret Atwood
Erotomanic Neurosis - Stephen King
Remembering.. - Douglas Adams
[Boogan] Scrubbing - William Shakespeare
My Muslim Father - Dan Brown
Scouting for Boys - Dan Brown
The Curse of Being My Girl Friend - Stephen King
Sapphic Poem - James Joyce
Friends With Benefits - Stephen King
Psychology of Crushes - James Joyce
Kiss - James Joyce
The Lost Pot Lid - Kurt Vonnegut
Fear of the Known - Stephen King
To Be With You - Dan Brown
Walk in the Dog Park - Raymond Chandler
Of Burnt Butts and Beer Foams - Margaret Atwood
Build Me Up Buttercup - Margaret Atwood
The Perfect Fit - Raymond Chandler
Regrets - Chuck Palahniuk
I'm Not Keeping Tabs, but..what's Our Real Score? - Raymond Chandler

Tigish-Tigish!!!

2010-06-05T23:05:00.000-07:00

Men are Sexual Hypocrites

2010-06-04T16:22:00.000-07:00

Men are sexual hypocrites. They push women for sex, then blame them for having sex. They’re particularly stuck on the idea that if a woman hops into bed with them quickly then she must have done this with lots of other men as well. This lowers her value in his eyes. After all, if everyone can have her, she can’t be all that special, can she? On the other hand, if a guy is crazy about a girl, and they move really fast, all the rules go out the window. In fact, this is the way MOST of relationships have started. But then, always be determined not to be hypocritical when a woman has the same lack of morals guys do. Men love women with loose morals.

How I Spend My Day

2010-06-03T11:35:00.000-07:00

Coreen

2010-05-30T11:24:00.000-07:00

I got intrigued by my name since I've a Gaelic name but found out that my given name was already of Irish origin meaning maiden. So I've searched for it on the www, and what have I got apart from the aforementioned?

1. end of hills (Aboriginal Australian)
2. filled heart (French)
3. hummingbird (English)
4. maiden (Greek)
5. spear (unknown origin)

But, according to a good friend, Alex Enigma Machine, the description from Urban Dic is very apt. LOL. (click the entry's title for the Urban Dic description)

Friends With Benefits Prospectus

2010-05-25T11:27:00.000-07:00

Aftershock

2010-05-22T03:18:00.000-07:00

How can former bestfriends turned into boyfriend-girlfriend go back to being bestfriends?

I know I shouldn't have agreed with him to cross the line, even if I never wanted to be just his best friend since day one. I miss talking to him about everything and nothing. I wanted to tell him about this interesting person I have recently met online. I wanted him to tell me how happy he is with his amazing. I wanted him to be there for me. I wanted him to once again listen to my random ramblings as I did to him. Just the thought of us falling apart like this pains me. I wanted him to stay in my life forever. I would happily just take whatever he can offer me.

I Secrete Something Wet and Sticky!!

2010-05-14T17:28:00.000-07:00

Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man		90%
Hulk		70%
Green Lantern		70%
Supergirl		55%
Wonder Woman		55%
Superman		50%
Catwoman		50%
Iron Man		50%
Batman		40%
Robin		40%
The Flash		40%

You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...

Boy Bastos =P

2010-05-03T21:06:00.000-07:00

A first-grade teacher, was having trouble with one of her students.

The teacher asked the boy, "what is your problem?"

The boy answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in
the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the
third-grade too!"

The teacher had enough. She took the boy to the Principal's office.

While the boy waited at the reception of the office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave and so she agreed.

The boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"

Boy: "9".

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Boy: "36".

And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know.
The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Boy can go to the third-grade. "

The teacher says to the principal, "I have some of my own questions, can I ask him ?"
The principal and Boy both agree.

The teacher asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?

Boy, after a moment "Legs."

Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"

Boy: "Pockets."

Teacher: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?

Boy: Coconut

Teacher: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?

The Principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, but the boy was taking charge.

Boy: Bubblegum

Teacher: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?

The Principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer..

Boy: Shake hands

Teacher: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort of questions, okay?

Boy: Yep.

Teacher: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.

Boy: Tent

Teacher: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first.

The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Vodka peg.

Boy: Wedding Ring

Teacher: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.

Boy: Nose

Teacher: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.

Boy: Arrow

Teacher: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement?

Boy: Firetruck

Teach: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' & if you don't get it you have to use your hand.

Boy: Fork

Teacher: What is it that all men have one of it's longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?

Boy: Surname

Teacher: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, & is responsible for making love ?

Boy: Heart

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, "Send this boy to Stanford University , I got the last ten questions wrong myself!"

2010-05-01T07:43:00.000-07:00

Tuhog

2010-04-13T22:41:00.000-07:00

Nakilala ko si Alex sa isang chatroom..Then one day, we agreed to set a meeting. Sa chat pa lang, meh spark na kami, sexually. So ayun, he went to my place. Nagkataon naman na andun yung younger sister ko, bulong pa nga sa'kin ni sis he looks ghetto raw sa suot niya, parang hindi galing ng Thames gaya ng pakilala ko, so we hang out sa room ko. Pagpasok namin doon, he asked me kung ano ang gagawin namin which I threw back at him. Sabi niya, alam ko na raw kung ano, sabi ko naman, sige, maghuhubad na'ko. So ayun, we fucked..ay mali pala..I fucked him.. sa room ko, sa bed ko.. And then after that I hurried to my driving lessons.

After three days, we had a rendezvous sa mall and then niyaya niya ako sa apartment niya. I thought solo namin 'yung unit, so sumama ako, hindi pala. His two roommates were there, sina Kevin and Miko. Umakyat sina Alex and Kevin sa taas after ng introductions, si Alex, magbibihis, si Kevin, tutulungan si Alex magbihis.. Sa sala, inakbayan ako ni Miko and 'yung isang kamay niya is nasa crotch ko while interrogating me kung nag-sex na ba kami ni Alex. Eh siyempre, he was touching me sensually kaya medyo na-arouse ako, tindig balahibo ko and told him straightforwardly na, oo, nag-sex na nga kami ni Alex. Then he asked me to give him a blowjob, eh dahil nga medyo libog na'ko kaya napapayag niya ako. After ni Miko mag-cum inoral din niya ako kaso dumating bigla si Kevin at niyaya akong kumain sa kusina, well, medyo gutom na rin ako kaya sumama ako, hindi naman sapat 'yung titi at tamod para mabusog ka sa isang meal noh?

Sa kitchen, Kevin started seducing me with his queries, kung nakailang boyfriends na ba ako, kung may boyfreind ako ngayon, if I love to fuck and be fucked, which is oo ang sagot ko. Tinanong pa niya ako kung marunong ako tumingin ng virgin sa hindi na, na siyempre alam ko sa una pa lang. Then he asked me kung ano tingin ko sa kanya, top or bottom or versatile. I answered right --- top (nangangantot lang). After ng Q&A, he cornered me and fucked me, missionary naman, unlike nung keh Alex na doggy, bottom (nagpapakantot lang) kasi siya eh, okay lang naman sa'kin kasi bukod sa matitikman ko na siya eh super libog rin naman ako sa ginawang pag-oral sa'kin ni Miko. Ako, versatile ako, nangangantot at nagpapakantot.

rough-draft of a dream

2010-04-11T23:25:00.000-07:00

"I thought you have no plans on getting married?" he asked with eyes full of contempt.

She looked him straight in the eye and replied, "I don't. It just happened."

Reposting is not Plagiarising

2010-04-08T01:12:00.000-07:00

I choose...
by Mariel G. Calalo

I choose to love you in my silence,
for in silence I feel no rejection.

I choose to love you in my loneliness,
for in loneliness, no one owns you but me.

I choose to love you from afar,
for having you near would never let my heart let you go without shedding a tear.

I choose to love you despite of what people say about you,
for I know you in your entirety.

I choose to love you even on days when you are absolutely unlovable,
for I love the good and the wicked in you.

I choose to love you even if those wrinkles start to show and those muscles sag,
for I know that the years have just shown me how you've grown in beauty and bloom.

I choose to love you as a friend,
for friendship is a far stronger bond than romance and passion.

I choose to love you for all sorts of reasons.

I choose to love the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you smile, the way you complain.

I choose to love the quirky little things about you, your verbal mishaps,
and on days when you'd make me cry, I'd still love you just the same.

I choose to love you despite of your childish ways,
for I believe one day,
someday
you'll come through shining.

I choose to love you even if your heart breaks,
cries for somebody else, for my love I give without expecting anything in return.

I choose to love you, silently, in solitude, from afar...
even if it means being lost in the limbo.

I choose to love you today, tomorrow... forever, for once you start loving a person, you never stop loving them. Maybe a little differently or a little less but you never, never stop loving them.

2010-03-26T19:54:00.000-07:00

Abbee may be right.. Happiness is something far-fetched for me..

Have you ever felt so empty?

"Abandon all hope ye who enters here," in bold neon sign I see..

Surrender..

2010-03-21T02:56:00.000-07:00

I can't breathe.. Those were my thoughts as I got overwhelmed by emotions. Cry, Sai, cry.. I commanded myself, but not a single tear fell.

My roller-coaster ride had just ended, I should have felt unburdened. The sigh I would have let out was that of relief, but it was not. I had to inhale deeply just so I could breathe. I felt my lungs constricting, I felt like drowning.

I felt too numb to cry. Ironically, I felt the stabbing pain in my chest, the piercing in my heart.

Everything You Want

2010-03-09T19:56:00.000-08:00

I have loved this song for almost a decade now and when I learned how the songwriter was able to come up with the song, I grew more attached to it as I have felt the same way he felt with my beau. It hurts to be in that kind of situation. It was like having your heart shattered into pieces and each broken part splinters another. What pained me even more was when he told me I cannot afford to help him. It was like a being slapped on the face..

Matt Scannell: "I was basically in love with this beautifully complex and crazy person who could see everything around her except for the thing that could actually help her. And I just thought of a sort of tormented, glasses-half-empty person who was in pain about a bunch of things that had happened to her in her life, and always wound up looking to the wrong places to find solace and to find help. And then when that was over, she would just be emptier than she was before. And I could just see her kind of sinking. And it was written out of frustration, it was written out of sadness, and from my perspective, a sense of wishing that she would turn to me, and to realize that I wanted to help her in ways that maybe she couldn't see as it being what she really needed. And she never did. So in the last chorus is really that chance that I had to say, 'Hey, look – enough. I love you. I can help you, but I don't mean anything to you at all.' I've always tried to steer clear of nailing the meaning of the song too far on the head. But if you're asking me directly, that's really where it came from. Yeah."

Regrets.. - Parte Una -

2010-02-27T08:02:00.000-08:00

Sai: "I'm sorry.."
Bhadz: "Why?" (Bakit?)
Sai: "..for what happened in the past.." (dun sa nangyare..)
Bhadz: "For when you left me or for when you didn't come back?" (Alin dun, yung iniwan mo ako o yung hindi mo ako binalikan?)

The movie The Labyrinth taught us to be careful of what we wish for, for it may come true..

Flashback. The year was 2003, I was riding a jeepney on my way to Gastambide. My friend Dana (not her real name) told me that her boyfriend believes in signs and that she was his wish come true. Now, all of you knew I am not the romantic type of person, although I sometimes tend to get cheesy and mushy. Anyways, I tried, out of the blue, to wish for someone to come into my life and make me feel special and loved. Yes, I was thinking about that inside the jeepney.

My wish came true when I met Leon (not his real name) shortly thereafter. He's a friend of Dana's boyfriend, Greg (not his real name) and my type of guy: tall and kinda skinny, like those bishounens in the mangas.. He was my wish come true..or so I thought..

I went to our province to open a small business with my elder brother and another friend; there I met Bhadz (again, not his real name). Bhadz is the son of my friend's parents' tenant. Queenie (also not her real name) introduced us one day when I went to her house. I forgot the reason why I went to see her, but then again, she always calls for me even if there wasn't any. Queenie's like a big sister to both me and my elder brother, so I didn't really mind being called for just because of a whim. Bhadz is a good looking guy. He turns every girl's head every time he passes by or they pass him by, but I'm no every girl, so I never turned my head to him.

I was comfortable being friends with him since I wasn't attracted to him and I assumed he wasn't to me either. I had self-esteem issues, and I was never wooed until late 2001. I was a late bloomer, and I even thought I was a lesbian, but that's another story. In a short period of time, we became the best of friends. I told him about Leon and my attraction to him, my sort of meshed-up future plans, my years spent in the province, my college days. He in turn told me about his ex-domestic partner and his son, how she broke his heart and trust, how his stepmom hates him, his nomadic life, his college days (we're from the same university, who would've thought?). We told each others' stories by the boulevard, while chugging bottles of beer, and inhaling cancer sticks. Little did I know, he had fallen for me..

idle hands are the devil's play things.. LOL!

2010-02-16T12:52:00.000-08:00

I Hate Love..

2010-02-06T12:04:00.000-08:00

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. And I must admit that no matter how hard I am pushing you away I just can't find any reason to not to love you at all. I hate that I love you so." - Neil Gaiman

twenty-ten, bloggin' again..

2010-01-29T01:51:00.000-08:00

it has been a while since i blogged and i dunno where to start.. chronicling my life in more than 140 characters per topic/subject will be quite a task..

i'm thinking of asking my online friends for a subject to nitpick on.. i'm so clueless lately.. maybe it's the sugar, maybe the hormones, or perhaps the pheromones and neurotransmitters..

Hot Pic(k) #4

2010-01-29T01:47:00.001-08:00

Hot Pic(k) #3

2010-01-24T14:00:00.001-08:00

Hot Pic(k) #2

2009-11-12T00:36:00.000-08:00

Neal Caffrey

2009-10-27T01:44:00.000-07:00

I have watched USA Network's White Collar's pilot episode thrice, and I still cannot get enough of Neal Caffrey.. He's the very first non-geek TV series character I ever fancied on.. His character is so adorable and very charming! He has the smoothness and slickness of Thomas Crowne (Pierce Brosnan, I have not seen the original one with Steve McQueen) and John Robie (Cary Grant's character in Alfred Hitchcock's To Catch A Thief).

My Newest Geek Fantasies

2009-08-18T18:05:00.001-07:00

My two newest additions to my list of hot/cute "idiot box" geeks, although I don't watch that much TV..

Ivy leaguer with radical honesty, Lightman's researcher Eli Loker (Brendan Hines) of the newest Fox hit series, Lie To Me.

John Francis Daley, Bones' Dr. Lance Sweets. His witty barrages with Booth (David Boreanaz) in the series make said TV show more adorable, and he really look sweet. *chuckle*

Hot Pic(k) #1

2009-08-16T16:25:00.001-07:00

On Men's Health

2009-08-02T20:57:00.000-07:00

My Devil Card

2009-07-28T02:35:00.001-07:00

I met this guy from this social networking site a month ago and he made it clear he wants me to be his girl. There are several setbacks though..

He lives 135 miles from where I live (although he said traveling won't be a problem on his part, and he said he'd be moving closer to my area.. we're gonna be 50 miles apart by August)
I'm infatuated with this other guy

I'm thinking maybe he's my Devil Card since he wants to date me rather just being his "homie" like the guy I'm infatuated with..and what if I just wanted to get to know this other guy because he was like the spawn of my original Devil..? I guess this is my 7 of Cups..? LOL!

Abbee, what you said is true.. Me achieving happiness is a struggle on my part.. *sigh*

Advanced Birthday Present

2009-07-24T13:54:00.000-07:00

Abee devirginize me from Tarot Card Reading this morning, 6am PST. She read me what she called the Devil-May-Cry spread using the Mystic Faerie deck. She shuffled the cards, asked for eight numbers between 1-20, said an incantation, and voila!

1) Home Life, Domestic Matters, & Emotional States - The Tower
2) Achievement, Personal Reward, & Optimism - The Ace of Coins (or Pentacles)
3) Working Life, Career Prospects, & Mental Abilities - The (sexy) Queen of Coins
4) Love Life, Relationships, & Feelings - The Devil
5) Conflict & Struggles - Death
6) Gain & Expansion - 4 of Wands
7) Restriction & Structure - 7 of Cups
8) Self - 5 of Cups

Special mentioned cards: Judgment card, 8 of Coins, 8 of Swords, The Moon, and the Hierophant

The Perfect Fit

2009-07-23T02:38:00.000-07:00

My mum dragged my flat ass off with her to Agua Caliente, a hotel-slash-casino and resort-slash-spa 2 nights ago. We spent 2 days and 2 nights there in the complimentary suite, and I watched the whole first season of SATC which reminded me, kind of, why I had a blog and write on it..

In one of the episodes, Carrie Bradshaw, a sex columnist and the lead character in the Candace Bushnell book-based series, thought out loud that dating is like trying on clothes if it fits and suits you before purchasing it, but what if you found your perfect fit, unfortunately it is not for sale? Will you just settle with something else or keep on trying clothes until you found another one that fits you?

Me Love You Long Tiem, Wonder Girls!

2009-06-10T22:51:00.000-07:00

I don't want nobody but you! ^_^

Facial

2009-06-06T19:10:00.000-07:00

Re-posting from Darthjesus' plurk. Interesting uhm..treatment name.

Would You Try This?: The Spermine Facial

Jun 01, 2009 @ 11:43am

So I was browsing through this week’s New York magazine on my way to work this morning and read a short piece on how the latest craze in anti-aging treatments is a sperm-based facial. I’m sorry, what now?

Called the Spermine Facial, it consists of slathering synthesized human sperm on your face and then running an ultrasound and infared light over the substance to help it, ahem, penetrate deeper. Townhouse Spa is currently offering this service for $250.

Apparently studies were conducted (can you imagine that clinical trial?) that showed that the antioxidant found in human sperm makes your skin softer and less wrinkly. I’ve seen people put some pretty crazy stuff on their face in the name of beauty but this takes the cake. I’m all for piling on the lotions and potions to keep my skin looking its best, but I don’t think I could get over the gross-out factor on this one.

Would you try the Spermine Facial or is this just too gross for words?

—MEGAN MCINTYRE

Spermine, a powerful anti-oxidant originally discovered in, yes, human sperm, is said to diminish wrinkles and smooth the skin. The substance is now being synthesized in laboratories and sold by a Norwegian company called (seriously) Bioforskning. Spermine facials (really) cost $250 at Townhouse Spa, where the substance is penetrated with ultrasound and infrared light (a more basic treatment can be found for $125 at the nearby Graceful Services). Also available at Townhouse for $175: snail-secretion facials.

Sai sez: LK and I once talked about bukake and the substances in a sperm that can make the skin botox tight. =P

A Hundred Songs That ______ My Life

2009-05-31T03:20:00.000-07:00

Aye, OJ, I'm making me list because I can't just shrug off your challenge. . Lol! J/K. Making this list was really difficult, not hard since I don't get uhm..hard, because there are a lot of songs that had a great impact (impakto in Jap, LOL!) in my life and I can only choose 100.

On Baddie's (OJ's friend where he got the "meme") entry, he got the idea from Peyton Sawyer of One Tree Hill.

"Music always helps, no matter what you’re going through. So, if you flunk a big test, or you had a really bad breakup, or you just miss someone so bad, it hurts, then listen to my playlist. A hundred songs to save your life. And it should help."

I have no plans of getting married nor having children in the future, but since not everything goes according to my plan, I guess I'll make my own time capsule and include this 100 songs. (Addendum: “Sometimes, no matter how carefully you plan your playlist, there is no right track for what awaits you.” - Definitely Maybe) This selection somehow reflects my "girlie" side and "denied-romanticism", list includes OPM, J-pop, British invasion, and what-nots. Quoting Liyam, "I chew on them judges," so don't be one, if you don't wanna be chewed on that is.

>>>>> rough-draft of a letter/note to my would-be offspring <<<<<

Dear kid(s),

As you're reading this, I may or may not be around to share your life's journey with you. A wise man once told me that "death is certain; life is not," and I had music to accompany me through my emotional roller coaster ride in this uncertainty. If I could, I would have compiled these random songs in order just so it would appear as if it's somewhat biographical, a story of my life before your conception, but since I'm or was a kind of person who takes great interest into something one moment then lose it the next, this list won't come into fruition by doing so. And now, my dear child(ren), without further ado, and a wish that you'd know me better than I could have ever shown you, here it is, Mumsie's melodies of life..

1. At The Beginning by Richard Marx and Donna Lewis
2. Lose Yourself by Eminem
3. Tainted Love by Soft Cell
4. If You’re Gone by Matchbox 20
5. Somewhere Out There by Our Lady of Peace
6. Counting Blue Cars by Dishwalla
7. The Freshman by The Verve Pipe
8. Deep by Binocular
9. Mad World by Tears For Fears
10. Melt With You by Modern English
11. How Do You Talk To An Angel by The Heights
12. Plush by Stone Temple Pilots
13. Runaway Train by Soul Asylum
14. Losing My Religion by R.E.M.
15. Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Deep Blue Something
16. Long December by Counting Crows
17. I Don’t Want To Wait by Paula Cole
18. Be Like That by 3 Doors Down
19. Two Princes by Spin Doctors
20. I Would Do Everything For Love (But I Won’t Do That) by Meatloaf
21. Creep by Radiohead
22. Fixing A Broken Heart by Indecent Obsession
23. Two Steps Behind by Def Leppard
24. To Be With You by Mr. Big
25. Baby I’m A-Want You by Bread
26. How Can I Fall by Breathe
27. Starlight by Muse
28. Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon
29. Daughter by Pearl Jam
30. Someone's Waiting For You – The Rescuers OST
31. Eyes On Me by Faye Wong
32. Waiting In Vain by Bob Marley and the Waileys
33. I Don’t Know Why by Norah Jones
34. Naaalala Ka by Rey Valera
35. You’re All I Need by White Lion
36. Something To Say by Harem Scarem
37. Name by Goo Goo Dolls
38. Sick Cycle Carousel by Lifehouse
39. Better Man by Robbie Williams
40. Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru
41. Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley
42. Just The Way You Look Tonight by Tony Bennett
43. Unforgettable by Nat King Cole
44. Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra
45. Runaway by The Corrs
46. Come What May by Ewan McGregor
47. Your Love by Alamid
48. Ako’y Iyo At Ika’y Akin Lamang by I-Axe
49. 214 by Rivermaya
50. Drops of Jupiter by Train
51. Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind
52. Somebody by Depeche Mode
53. Fallin’ by Keahiwai
54. Out Of Reach by Gabrielle
55. No Such Thing by John Mayer
56. Cool by Gwen Stephanie
57. Take A Bow by Madonna
58. How Soon Is Now by t.A.T.u
59. Stigmatized by The Calling
60. Glycerine by Bush
61. Hemorrhage by Fuel
62. Under The Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers
63. Shine by Collective Soul
64. Cryin’ by Aerosmit
65. You Don’t Love Me Anymore by Weird Al Yankovic
66. Sunday Morning by Maroon 5
67. Super Proxy by Eraserheads
68. Sa’n Na Nga Ba’ng Barkada by APO Hiking Society
69. Inuman Na by Parokya Ni Edgar
70. Kaleidoscope World by Francis M
71. Time Stands Still by The All-American Rejects
72. More Than Words by Extreme
73. Drive by Incubus
74. Points of Authority by Linkin Park
75. Family Portrait by Pink
76. When It’s Over by Sugar Ray
77. Wasted My Time by Default
78. Eleanor by Jet
79. Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations
80. Stitches and Burns by Fra Lippo Lippi
81. Four Seasons Of Loneliness by Boyz II Men
82. All I Have To Give by Backstreet Boys
83. Here In My Heart by Plus One
84. Strong Enough by Stacie Orrico
85. Sugar, Sugar by The Archies
86. Like A Stone by Audioslave
87. Passenger Seat by Stephen Speaks
88. I Call You Love by Meister
89. Tired Of Waiting by The Kinks
90. You by The Carpenters
91. Only Wanna Be With You by Hootie & The Blowfish
92. Baba O’Reiley by The Who
93. Nandito Lang Ako by Michael V.
94. State of the Nation by Industry
95. Linger by The Cranberries
96. Sa’yong Mundo by Yman
97. Kanlungan by Noel Cabangun
98. Bizarre Love Triangel by New Order
99. Long Road To Ruin by Foo Fighters
100. Melodies of Life by Emiko Shiratori

2009-05-27T23:28:00.000-07:00

I took a short walk in the dog park at the back of our house a while ago.. The wind was blowing, but the temperature's just fine.. I gaze up at the starless and moonless sky.. It wasn't the same without those celestial objects, but I still found the calmness I was looking for.. I lit up a cigarette and started to ponder.. I hate being alone like that.. I can feel a certain emptiness, a void..loneliness, a longing that breaks my heart.. As my cigarette stick burned to ashes, I was still there, strolling down the dog park, still pondering.. Random things that cross my mind.. I can't seem to focus on something for a long time.. I hate routines, the monotony of my life.. I need some excitement! I need something I can't figure out what.. I have to break away from this something that's eating me alive! I don't have any idea what it is yet, not even a clue.. All I know is I'm hating my mundane life and my boring self right now.. As I'm putting the light off the second cigarette stick I puffed, I realised I'm not a smoker and that I burnt my lower lip again..

Of Burnt (Cig) Butts and Beer (Foams)..a brainstorm

2009-05-24T10:00:00.000-07:00

One of my exes pm-ed me this morning, let's call him Death Knight, we said our "hellos" and "how-are-you's"..(pleasantries, in short, why didn't I think of that word in the first place?)

I asked him if I stroke (past tense of strike, right?) him as a "shy-type" of person, since there were three (3) persons who told me I am (shy, duh..) guys to be precise. First guy was Goofy (ugh! I can't think of a different name, besides that was his MySpace nick), who asked me if I was ever asked about my opinion, to which I said, I'm a very opinionated person and I stand firm to it. I'd argue if it's worth it; however, I'm also a snob who'd rather shut my trap than to waste my breath on something petty. Second was, Lord Kink (along with his godbrother, I know I blush but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm shy, dammit!). And last was Cryptic Knightwalker (wazzup with guys and being knights?! no offence to my elder brother, Sprocken Knight, lol!).. Anyhoo, Death Knight said I gave the impression that I am (shy), BUT I AM REALLY NOT. LOL!

Then he asked me, "remember that night when we first met at Zoom (it's a bar and billiards hall at the university belt along Recto) ..?" I said yes and he went on, "Vinx (his friend from HS who's my friend's xgf's current bf, magulo ba? =P) asked us.."

I remembered it and typed and sent a pm at the same time as he did.

UR: "is there a wall between the two of you?"
DK: "is there a barrier between you two? and he motioned his hands"

I remembered that night. Still kinda vivid. I told him that, and that I remembered I was sitting across him at first, I just can't remember how he got to sit next to me. He said because we're gonna start our session (mamam/drinking) that he moved to the seat next to mine which was absurd. We can effin' drink with him sitting across me, and I thought I was the one who moved next to where he was sitting. Hmmmnn.. Going back, he said he and his HS friends, Vinx included, went to Cubao and the place they went to reminded him of Zoom because of the scent of the burnt cigarettes, of the ashes, and of the beer foam.

I told him I now only paint my toe nails red, I don't paint it purple or any other dark-colored polish anymore. He asked what kind of red (if it's maroon-ish, we both like that color), I told him it's bloody red. He said it suits me and my pretty toes (LOL!). I told him I still don't fancy painting my finger nails, he said he doesn't like painted fingernails and that he tells his current girlfriend not to (aye, we're cool like that). We had a lot of things in common when we were still together, or a lot of things that we agree on. We both love the color maroon, dark-colored toe nail polish, open-toed sandals for me to wear, we both love wearing boxer shorts, and so on.

He asked me why am I not seeing a Filipino. If I don't like Filipinos anymore. I told him that most Filipinos won't be able to ride the wave of my kinkiness. He asked me if I'm now kinkier than when we were together. I LOL-ed and asked if I was already kinky when we met and he said I was. I never really thought of myself as kinky until I got to know Kink Gurl. I told him I'm a freak that I fantasize about a role-reversal sex, doing a guy with a strap-on up their bung holes, and I freaked him out, as expected from Filipinos. "Len, it's dirty! And who would agree to that?" (he still calls me by my nickname, uhm..one of it, gawd! why do people call me by different names, I wonder..?!) I told him about this kid from NYC (he's 19 years old, but that doesn't make me a pedobear!) who asked me to. He's Spartan-Sicilian (not Italian, since Sicily's only been a part of Italy recently) and what's great about guys from these parts of the world is they are bi-adventurous. They are not dictated by the societal stereotyping and shites. They can have sex with any gender they felt the urge to do it with. No gender-bias. Until Christianity reached them and ruined that mind-set. (LOL la vie boheme!)

He said thank goodness I wasn't this kinky when we were still together. When we were together I couldn't even bring myself to kiss him, I always froze whenever he tries to. When we were together, I think the penis was icky since the tube (tract, as corrected by Lord Kink when we were talking) where the urine and semen pass through was one and the same. I won't even give him a hand job even if he begged. I haven't realised that unoxygenated urine is still "clean" back then (that's why water sports and golden showers are still a no-no!).

A lot of things have changed in the past five (5) years. I was, like most of the girls, idealistic. I dreamt and/or imagined what my dream wedding would be. I wanted to have three (3) children, own a house, a car, be a career woman and a better parent than my parents were..all of it were now a distant past.. I no longer long to get married nor have children.. It dawned on me that being responsible for another life is too much of a hassle and my conscience won't let me forgive myself if I will take that life for granted, may it be my would-be child or my would-be husband. The idea of being accountable for another life now dreads me! One of my co-workers recently got married but I didn't feel that familiar tinge of jealousy and envy whenever I watch a tear-jerking romantic movie. Another co-worker is pregnant, and I felt happy for her, but I still didn't feel that longing to have one of my own too. My old dreams just crumbled and reduced to nothingness like that in five (5) years..Wow..

Viva La Vie Boheme!!

2009-05-23T18:26:00.000-07:00

excerpts from teh lyrics:

To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos,
To curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion,
Creation, Vacation
Mucho masturbation
Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it's new
To Sontag
To Sondheim
To anything taboo

La Vie Boheme

Bisexuals, trisexuals,
Homo Sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel- The Sex Pistols, ABC
To no shame- Never playing the fame game
To marijuana
To sodomy
It's between God and me
To S & M

The lyrics say it all!! Will search for the lyrics of both acts. Mimi and Roger act/song should've been cut entirely.. Pffft!

Ladies and gents, I nao pwesent to yah, teh lyrics..

Song Lyrics | Rent lyrics

Build Me Up Buttercup

2009-05-21T15:23:00.000-07:00

"Always be good, baby, okay?" that's what he told me while hugging me goodbye when I was about to leave from his house from our supposedly videogame playdate, to which I replied, "I'm always good, what are you talkin' 'bout?" yes, I'm suplada (laging nanonopla) like that. He kept on with "being kinky is okay, but.." I didn't hear what he said next, I just said "okay, whatever." then got into my car. Now I wanna hit my noggin and wished I didn't do that and paid more attention to what he was saying.. The hug felt like it's gonna be the last one..it didn't feel like the usual, but I kinda shrugged it off since he texted me that he loves seeing me that Saturday night.

Last Tuesday was his birthday, so I texted him Monday night if we can go to the park the following night since our supposed playdate came to nought because his homies were there and he was an idiot who cannot set the play mode to cooperative. He sucks at playing Resident Evil 5, he sucks balls so bad I wanna snatch the control pad outta his hands like stealing candy from a kid. His godbrother finally got so tired of his gameplay that he set it to coop mode and the two of 'em played. I began watching the game intently then (I was reading Anne Rice while he was playing, that's how bad he was).. I enjoyed spending that day with and his friends albeit his farting, foul mouth, and constant whining and bitching about the game. And my annoyance and aloofness went down the drain when he changed into this "Japanese bishounen" get-up, he looks so cute I could not stop myself from giggling. Anyhoo, I texted him Monday night and found out he moved out of the house he was staying at since one of his roommates became too violent, he (gay roomie) choked him.

Of course, I became worried upon hearing the news. When I saw him before Saturday, he told me he had a rift with gay roomie the night before that gay roomie even called the cops (complaining of "domestic disturbance and abuse" he's implying they're domestic partners), but since gay roomie was the first to show animosity, the police who responded wanted to book him (gay roomie) even if he (gay roomie) was the complainant. It was a tumultuous ten (more or less) days for him. I wanted to comfort him when he told me about it, but I stopped myself, I didn't know what I am to him. All I could do was held his wounded hand (he punched the wall, he said it's better to punch the wall than his gay roomie's face) and kissed it..

I thought we're progressing into something when we exchanged text messages Monday night since he told me what happened and stuff. Tuesday came, it was his birthday, I greeted him and wished him well via text message. No reply, not even a thank you. It's cool. He already told me he has the habit of not replying to a text message if he read it too late. Today, he went online a few minutes after I texted him asking how he was. As per Ayeth's advice, I ym'ed him after an hour. I asked him how's the move, to which he replied, "It's great." I typed, "that's nice to hear." That was it. I felt a chill down my spine from the coldness of his reply in spite of the high temperature and humidity. Mike told me maybe it's just me and that he (guy I'm seeing) wasn't really being cold. But why didn't he give me his new address..? I thought, and assumed, since he told me he loves seeing me, he'd naturally give me his new address without me asking for it..

Anche was right, being in the grey area's troublesome, but I was thinking if I put myself in there. That he (guy I'm seeing) never really wanted to put me in that situation, because I was overwhelmed by his sweet nothings.. That's why I was so adamant on raising my guard whenever I'm with him. Maybe this is what La's talkin' 'bout last time on guys rendering gurls vulnerable.. I am vulnerable when I'm not in control.. My emotional roller coaster has begun..

x's: again, title was a random song from radio..

Bad luck bimbos: Intelligent women have better sex, study reveals By Fiona Macrae Last updated at 1:48 AM on 12th May 2009

2009-05-18T21:33:00.000-07:00

Beauty may bag you a man - but brains will bring you more fun in the bedroom.

Women blessed with 'emotional intelligence' - the ability to express their feelings and read those of others - have better sex lives, research shows.

Those most in touch with their feelings have twice as many orgasms as inhibited sorts, the study found.

The finding could lead to new ways of counselling the 40 per cent of women who find it difficult or impossible to enjoy sex fully.

Researcher Tim Spector of King's College London said there were definite advantages to being a touchy-feely type.

He said: 'These findings show that emotional intelligence is an advantage in many aspects of your life, including the bedroom.'

Professor Spector questioned more than 2,000 female twins, aged between 18 and 83, about their sex lives.

They were asked to rate their ability to reach orgasm on a seven-point scale, ranging from 'never' to 'always'.

They also filled in a questionnaire designed to gauge their emotional intelligence and covering traits such as self expression, empathy and contentment.

Those most in touch with their feelings had the most orgasms, the Journal of Sexual Medicine reports.

Lead author, psychologist Andrea Burri, also of King's College, said: 'Emotional intelligence seems to have a direct impact on women's sexual functioning by influencing her ability to communicate her sexual expectations and desires to her partner.'

Emotional intelligence may also make it easier for women to fantasise while in the bedroom.

Relationship expert Dr Pam Spurr said it was difficult, but not impossible, for women to lose their inhibitions.

Dr Spurr, whose books include Sizzling Sex and Fabulous Foreplay, said: 'It is not easy, the way we express ourselves is very habitual and affects our relationships and sexual relationships.

'It is not about waving a magic wand, it takes someone who is committed to learning new ways of communicating, to being open to intimacy and to putting their emotional self out there.'

Other research has concluded that foreplay adds little to a woman's overall enjoyment of sex.

The main event itself is far more important, the study found. The recent finding contradicts traditional bedroom etiquette, which dictates that men must take it slow.

More than 2,300 women were quizzed about their sex lives for the study, with questions covering the division of time between foreplay and intercourse, and how often the women had an orgasm.

The Scottish and Czech researchers said: 'In contrast to the assumptions of many sex therapists and educators, more attention should be given to improve quality and duration of intercourse rather than foreplay.'

Sai sez: I'll type my POV on this ish later..

Sai sez: uhm.. Emo-ness is way different from being an intellectual. the author's stupid..pffft! otei, if only I'm more emotionally mature, I can haz orgasm nao..? =P

My Fair Laddie ^_^

2009-05-08T09:21:00.000-07:00

Dazed and dreamy, I stared
At your luscious lips and wished for its kiss
Raven-black hair I longed to touch and caress.
I felt like drowning in those sea-colored eyes,
Outwitted by your humor and charming mind
Unrequited love was not that hard to find.
Succumbed to primal instincts and dire needs,
Surrendered, I gave in to thee, but came to naught.

Argh! Effin' poem made no sense.. Proves that I'm not deeply in love with Zack Fair. Hmmmnn..just a deep crush then..? =P Why do you have to die, Zack..?

korneh add-on: "Why would you care, Zack Fair..?" *LOL*

To Be With You (...???)

2009-05-06T20:31:00.000-07:00

Before I even met him in person, my heart would beat fast whenever I see his replies to my e-mails or text messages. Even now that I'm typing this blog down, I still haven't came up to any conclusions yet why. Our dates, for me, were really great, I don't know if he feels the same. He makes me laugh and he makes me feel special. On our recent date, he was acting like a sweet boyfriend to his girlfriend. He would give me a peck here and there, even in front of his roommates and in the convenience store, which of course made me blush. Yes, I know I'm a freak, but I still blush like an innocent virgin.

That night he asked me, why out of all the other guys sending me private messages in the social-networking site where I met him that I chose him? I felt a little bit of insecurity in that question, I just did not mention it to him. I asked him why would he assume that there are a lot of guys sending me private messages, and he just looked at me straight in the eye, like he was saying, isn't it true? I told him I'm tired of talking to guys whose level of intelligence is below mine. At least with him, I can use highfalutin words without explaining and/or defining it afterwards. It was only half-truth. I chose him because in his profile, he said he's not looking for a romantic relationship and because he was kinky and open to anything. Right now, I'm having doubts if I misunderstood what was typed in his profile when he said he's tired of beating around the bush trying to find that one true love and he's been around and seen all BS, since he told me he's really interested in me that he wants us to take things slowly. (See, Love, I'm listening and paying attention to your mumblings while we were kissing, I just don't know how to react that I pretended not to hear a word you said..)

I know myself better. I know that once my curiosity for him is satiated, I'd just move on to another prey for another kill that's why I went out with him for something casual. I loathe the fact that he's defiant and I can't make him obey me. Not being in control frustrates me, and he's two frickin' years younger than me (although he looks and thinks older than his age which I like)! I told him I hafta end my obsession over him soon, I just didn't elaborate on why.. Crap! I can't believe I'm typing this, but I know I'd be in an emotional quicksand if I don't end it ASAP. Right now, all I can do is build more walls and maybe a moat around my emotions, and stop looking him in the eye and see how damaged he was. I feel like I was being kicked in the chest whenever I see those sad and empty eyes of his that I just wanted to hold him tight, and tell him everything would be alright and that I wanted to see him really happy. That he need not to suffer anymore..

I know you all will conclude I'm in love with this guy, my answer is no, I'm not. I just feel like my maternal instinct's kicking, that's all.. That's why I wanted to be done and over with him soon. I don't want to be attached to him any deeper than I am right now. That's why I got so pissed-off when he told me very surely and very confidently that he knows the two of us will click on our way to his house (uhm, I've had stalker issues that's why I haven't told him where I exactly live..) while I was driving that when he kissed me goodbye I froze. It made him confused too, I know, since he said, "oh, so this is how you're gonna be?" I was dumbfounded too, by what he said, but I still gave him the kiss he was asking for..

x's: I can't think of a title so, I just typed the title of the song playing in the radio. ^_^

Liu Xing Yu

2009-04-18T03:26:00.000-07:00

The loving starry sky
Should make you feel touched
I'm here by your side
Decorating a piece of heaven for you
I wouldn't allow you to feel sad
I'll chase away your loneliness
The weight of your unfulfilled dreams
let me bear them all
Leading you by the hand
Doesn't matter how strong the wind becomes
For you have me now

You'll never lose your way again.

Songs That Turn Me On - My Place

2009-04-15T22:37:00.000-07:00

Gosh, this was from half a decade ago, but whenever I hear this song, it just revs up my engines.. The groove and the beat is just so sexeh, I feel like making love in the middle of the crowded dance floor.. Unfortunately, this song's not played during my Punong and house parteh deis.. But I'd imagine myself with Honey or My Only One dancing to this song.. Hmmmmnn.. I wonder if HE moves foin..

My Place - Nelly

My Place lyrics
(feat. Jaheim)

I used to pride myself on being the other man
But now it's flipped and I don't want u with no other man
Why can't u understand anything I'm offering
I gave you the world but you just wanted arguing
From the time I picked you up, until the time I dropped u off again
Even flipped out on me at the mall again
"it's all his fault again" that's what u telling all ya friends
I aint pointing fingers ma, I just wanna call again
See how ya day going I know they stressin on ya
I know them times get hard that's why I'm checkin on ya
It's yours truly ma, I got a little message for ya
Anything he can do, girl I can do it better for ya, cause

[Bridge]
When we laugh or we cry it's together
Through the rain and the stormiest weather
We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever

[Chorus]
Won't you come on and go with me
Come on ova to my place
Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat
And let me ease ya mind girl
We gon do it our way

I heard your friend told a friend that told a friend of mine
That you was thinking that we should do it one more time
If this aint the truth then hopefully it's not a lie
Cause I aint got no issue's with hitting at another time
We never had a problem gettin it done
Disagreed upon a lot ma but the sex wasn't one
Now check it I know u get excited (still) when I come round and bite it (girl)
Quit frowin up and quit actin like you don't like

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it, I want it, adore it, so come let me enjoy it

[Bridge]
When we laugh or we cry it's together
Through the rain and the stormiest weather
We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever

[Chorus]
Won't you come on and go with me
Come on ova to my place
Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat
And let me ease ya mind girl
We gon do it our way

Shawty where u been
Feels like a long time, long, long time since I seen ya
Yes it has girl, when I know I said some fucked up things to u before
But girl u know I didn't mean it
(I didn't mean one single word)
(I never meant one single word)
If I could take back every word I would and more fo sho
If I thought that you believe it
Cause you make my life so convenient for me

[Bridge]
When we laugh or we cry it's together
Through the rain and the stormiest weather
We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever

[Chorus]
Won't you come on and go with me
Come on ova to my place
Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat
And let me ease ya mind girl
We gon do it our way

Make-up Letter from Batang Star to yours truly..

2009-03-19T05:00:00.000-07:00

Dear Sai,

I don't really know how to tell you this, I'm joining the covenant. I think I realized it when you smacked my ass with Jean Chrétien and I saw you sit on my salt-beef bucket. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand that your ford sucks. I'm returning your nose hair clippers to you, but I'll keep your photo with the mustache drawn on it as a memory. You should also know that I mocked you behind your back constantly your cucumber-fetishism is weird.

With tears of sadness,

Chris

Deym, star! This is frickin' hilarryon! yes, La, damay ka dito! LOL.

Follow the meme..

2009-03-19T04:47:00.000-07:00

Do it like this:
Dear (the person who last texted/smsed you).
I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___.
I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you __4___ ___5___.

I'm sure you're 6 enough to understand ___7___.

I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory.
You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.

___12___,
-Your name-

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm inlove with your sister

2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kebab - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
Annat; With George Bush and his wife

4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit at
Other - Drive out

5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard souffl�
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs; Man
O.C.; Emotional
One Tree Hill; Open
Heroes; Frostbitten
Lost; High
House; Scarred
Simpsons; Cowardly
The news; Mongolic
Idol; Masochistic
Family Guy; Senile
Top Model; Middle-class
Annat; Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family

OMG! WAW!

2009-03-16T09:15:00.000-07:00

yehess! Ima rant right here, right now!

Effin' hipag complained to my mum about me playin' muzik early in the mornen! THWH! I started to unmute my player after her alarm went off so she'd get her fat ass off of her bed. Her alarm's so frickin' annoying to listen to multiply by ten every mornen! Add her rushed movements in the room, superb way of losing an hour's sleep for me!

I wasn't even complainin even if I can't sleep at night coz of her loud snores and sleep-talkin coz I'm tryin to adjust to her sleepin mannerisms since we're now sharin a room. Sya rin sana matutong makisama and try not to be too anal about things since we're just both nakikitira sa bahay ni ina.

My mum told me to talk to her about this ish, I told my mum, prob with her, onteng diprensya, nakadabog agad. She wont speak her mind through words. Lagi sa gamit pinupukol ang inis! Even my younger bro agrees with me.

Well, either matuto syang makisama or umalis sya. The door is wide open! And yung credit card issue, well, bad news for her, she's my kuya's spouse, she's responsible to whatever liability he has!

x's: I'm still thinkin of posting this small rant in my multiply so she could read it and weep.. >_<

Women With Bigger Boobs Are Smarter! (Purged from Yahoo! Entertainment, 2004)

2009-03-11T20:05:00.000-07:00

Big-boobed gals have a new reason to stick out their chests with pride. A surprising study proves they're more intelligent than their small-breasted sisters!

The study of 1,200 women conducted by Chicago sociologists comes in the wake of a recently released report stating that blonde rocket scientists outnumber brunettes.

"Although I hate to admit it, we found that women with big busts average 10 IQ points higher than less well-endowed women," reveals lead researcher Dr. Yvonne Rossdale, herself a meager 32A.

"The myth that women with voluptuous figures are not smart should now be shelved, along with the misconception that all blondes are dumb."

Dr. Rossdale measured the busts of women in Illinois, Kansas and Ohio and then divided them into five categories: Extra-small, Small, Medium, Large and Extra-large. These categories roughly corresponded to commercially available bra sizes, A, B,C, D and DD or above

She then gave subjects in each category a standard IQ test and found that women in the Large and Extra-large category scored an average of 10 points higher than women in the Small and Extra-small categories. Medium-sized ladies had a three- to four-point edge over the flat-chested group.

"This is a wake up call to employers to drop the notion that women with large breasts are dumb," Dr. Rossdale says.

"Rather than automatically assuming that a woman with tremendous 'hooters' belongs in the typing pool, she should be considered for the executive track."

Experts aren't sure why bigger headlights translate into more brain power.

"One theory is that the female hormone estrogen, which is responsible for breast development and is also believed to give women extra protection from heart disease, may also play a role in intelligence," Dr. Rossdale says.

American women have the largest breasts in the world and our nation's knockers have been increasing in volume with each generation. According to a recent report, the average U.S. cup size has ballooned to an impressive C.

That, the sociologists speculate, may explain why the United States leads the world in science and technology.

"Well-endowed women, many of them shyly concealing their assets behind lab coats in research and development departments across the country, could be considered America's secret weapon," the researcher observes.

The false notion that bosomy babes are dumber than those who sport teensy "mosquito bites" is probably the fault of men, the sociologists theorize.

"It may simply be that men pay less attention when a large-breasted woman speaks," suggests Dr. Rossdale.

"She could accurately explain Einstein's Theory of Relativity to him, but if he's transfixed by her cleavage, it's doubtful he'll remember a single word she said. He'll remember her as sexy but stupid."

99 Things A Gurl Should Know About Guys

2009-02-23T18:20:00.000-08:00

1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls. (HAHA! :>)

2. Guys hate flirts. (Oo.)

3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.

4. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.

5. "Are you doing something?" or "Have you eaten already?" are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.

6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. :">

7. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.

8. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. :">

9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.

10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend. (Ugh.)

11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them!!! (:D HAHA!)

12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can't. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking!

13. Guys cry. (Tsk tsk)

14. Don't provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.

15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.

16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.

17. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.

18. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind!" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.

19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.

20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

21. When a guy makes a prolonged "umm" or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he doesn't like you and he can't lay down the card for you.

22. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as "try again tomorrow."

23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.

24. Guys hate gays!

25. Guys love their moms.

26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.

27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.

28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him!! Listen!! (Hahaha! :D)

29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime, he does.

30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.

31. Girls are guys' weaknesses.

32. Guys are very open about themselves.

33. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long!

34. No guy is bad when he is courting.

35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.

36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.

37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.

38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.

39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.

40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.

41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.

42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.

43. Guys virtually brag about anything.

44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.

45. Guys think too much.

46. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.

47. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!

48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!

49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.

50. It's not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more.

51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.

52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be matured and grow up.

53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.

54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.

55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.

56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll probably see that he is nervous.

57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.

58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me"

59. Guys don't really have final decisions.

60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.

61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.

62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.

63. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.

64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.

65. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.

67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.

68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake. (Sulit eh!! X)) Haha!!)

69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!

70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

71. A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.

72.. Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.

73.. Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.

74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.

75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.

76. Guys don't comprehend the statement "Get lost" too well.

77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.

78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.

79. Guys don't care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.

80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they'll realize they're wrong.

81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He's just too stubborn to deal with it.

82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.

83. Guys' weakest point is at the knee.

84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.

85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.

86. When a guy looks at you, either he's amazed of you or he's criticizing you.

87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.

88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.

89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you, it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend. All I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.

90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.

91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!

92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why. (HA-HA!!)

93. When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.

94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes. (Amen!! :P)

95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.

96. Girls are allowed to touch boys' things. Not their hair!

97. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.

98. Guys hate girls who overreact.

99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

The Day I Became A "Man"

2009-02-14T21:04:00.000-08:00

I always thought I have a big punany until the other night. It's not that I have a big one, but I have not tried having a meaty one in it.

The other night was my best lay so far that I could not get it off of my head. The very best one that I thought of sex the whole day yesterday like a man. I do not want to stereotype, however, it is a fact that men think of sex every ten seconds, or less. I admit I think of sex more often than most women, in heat or otherwise, but yesterday was so unlikely of me. It was the first time in my entire sex life that I got so affected by the mere thought of it that I was unable to work properly. The lyrics from Sugar Ray's song Answer the Phone keeps on playing in my head --- "I wanna do it again..and do it again.."

I have always applauded myself for being able to talk about sex like it was the day's weather. I have always commended myself that I can talk about foreplay like I was just reading the grocery list. I have always been that type of person that I wanted to bang my head on the wall so hard for being so ecchi and wanted to do something about it. I was so restless.

The other night was also the first night that I had sex like a guy. I just picked-up a random guy (from the net), went to his place, then bham! No emotional attachments whatsoever. I did not even listen to his stories, I just wanted to jump him and do him..which never happened since he did me the whole time we were "playing".

The cold and rainy weather did not help me yesterday either.. "Don't get wet, stay dry," was my boss' parting words last night, and I thought of sex yet again..

Steamy Nite in Hollywood

2009-02-06T13:44:00.000-08:00

It's a rainy, humid, Friday night, and it reminds me of the night my friends and I went out to Hollywood to drink, dance, and have fun. That night, amidst the Asian crowd, I met her..

She was so stunning in her statuesque feature, long, ash blond hair, baby blue eyes, and thin, pink lips. She came to me, we danced, and she spoke in her drunken stupor in a language I could not figure out at first since she's slurring with her words..

"Je suis désolé que je sois ivre.."

She said those words again. This time in a breathy voice. The dance floor suddenly became warmer, and my hands began to sweat. She speaks French.

"Ich bin traurig, dass ich getrunken werde.."

She whispered to my ear again. It's another different language. Did that mean she spoke a different one a while ago..? I was still pondering my thoughts when she put her arms around my neck and bent down to kiss me. It was sweet. Her hands were warm and soft, her lips warmer and softer. I could not believe my luck! I did not pry my tongue in her mouth, not yet anyway, I did not want her or her friends to think that I am taking advantage of her drunken state.

"I said, I am sorry I am drunk. I only had one too many," she explained.

"It's okay. I can see you are drunk, do you want to go back to your friends now?" I wanted to hit my noggin for asking her the silly query, but luck was on my side. She said "no" and kissed me again. This time, she ran her long fingers through my long hair, still in the middle of the dance floor. I held her face, touched her cheeks and jawline. It was so smooth.

"Let's go to the powder room.." she sugge--- no, she commanded, and I obeyed.

Despite the humidity, she was wearing a turtleneck sweater, a pair of plaid pants, and boots. I was thinking she went straight to the club after work. I on the other hand wore my denim mini-skirts, red halter blouse, and knee-high boots.

As we stepped inside the ladies' room, I got a good look on her face. She looks European, Swedish perhaps. She reminded me of that paperback I read when I was in high school about a Swedish lady who owns a motel where-in the room keys were thrown by men into the pool and women would dive into the pool in order to retrieve it, therefore having access to the said room and its occupant. She's a decade, more or less, older than me. Her cheeks were marbled with blood vessels, and I am a sucker for those features. The three-inch heeled boots she was wearing only added to her five foot ten inches tallness that I was facing her B-cups when we got crammed inside the cubicle.

We started lip-locking again. This time more wet, more torrid, and more wanton that I could taste her jager-bombs mixed with my sex on the beach. Her hands were all-over my body and mine imitated hers. She cupped my double-Ds, squeezed it, played with it. I felt her butt cheeks and pinched it when she started to tread her lips and tongue down my neck. The cubicle felt so stuffy. She took my hands and brought it down her crotch area, yearning to be touched. I obliged.. I caressed her crotch like she wanted me to as she slid her hands up my skirt. I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, stripped it down along with her underpants. I got excited when I saw it, and it was excited to see me as well. I started kissing it.. Then licked it.. Nibbled it.. And then finally sucked it.. She was feeling so ecstatic she let out a groan. I was enjoying giving her pleasures when the lady by the restroom's sink knocked on our cubicle's door.

We hurriedly put ourselves together. I left the cubicle first waiting for her to follow me, but her friends were waiting outside and I assumed they brought her home. I never got her number nor her name. Her friends were tall too, just like her.. I wonder if they too have penises as big as hers.

One Hit Wonders

2009-02-04T16:09:00.000-08:00

My fave One Hit Wonders in random order..

- How Do You Talk To An Angel by The Heights

- Breakfast At Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something

- Bitch by Meredith Brooks

- No Rain by Blind Melon

- Closing Time by Semisonic

- I Touch Myself by Divinyls

- Sugar, Sugar by The Archies (Archie Andrews, Veronica, Betty, Jughead Jones, Richie)

- Tainted Love by Soft Cell

- The Freshman by Verve Pipe

- More Than Just the Two of Us by Sneaker

- More than Words by Extreme

- One of Us by Joan Osbourne

- Melt With You by Modern English

- Wildflower by Skylark

- Afternoon Delight by Starland Vocal Band

Me..? Bedroom Voice..? Really..?

2009-02-03T15:07:00.000-08:00

I was told by a lot of people that I have a bedroom voice over the phone, but I never believed it until last week. I was making outbound calls to collect from patients their outstanding balances when I came across this guy who hit on me over the phone. I told my co-workers about the incident and they told me I must have a "sexy" voice. Maybe not Kathleen Turner sexy, but same impact, I guess..

So what constitutes a bedroom voice..? Whenever I think of it, Rachel Shelley and Kim Cattrall comes to mind, but I might be wrong.. I know I don't have that husky Demi Moore-ish voice, nor the sultry timbre akin to Angelina Jolie's, nor that "come hither" Nicole Kidman voice, accent's a bonus!

Anyhoo.. If I'm to make a random list of women with sexy voices, I'd say, apart from the aforementioned, they were..

- Kate Moennig
- Susan Sarandon
- Angie Harmon
- Jill Hennesy
- Pauley Perrette
- Cote de Pablo
- Julia Roberts
- Lindsay Lohan
- Marg Helgenberger
- Holland Taylor
- Julie Andrews
- Nigella Lawson

Word of the Day

2009-02-02T16:31:00.000-08:00

I was browsing through Youtube searching for Family Guy clip featuring Journey song Don't Stop Believing since it became an LSS from Super Bowl Sunday when I came across this video description:

"**READ FIRST** --this is the original Video--
I didnt plan to record this so its kind of improvizated and i was laughting at the end thats why its shaking, also some parts are in spanish"

WTF?! (wow, that's fun!)

Sai-ology

2009-02-02T10:01:00.000-08:00

FOODOLOGY

Q: What is your salad dressing of choice?
A. Honey mustard whenever I don't feel like eating my salad naked..

Q: What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
A. Carl's Jr. 'coz they have big burgers and Sub-Way 'coz they serve healthy sammies.

Q: What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
A. A lot.. Banana Bay for Thai Foods, Salo-Salo for Filipino, Ami Sushi or Tokyo Lobby for Sushi and Sashimi, Tofu House for Korean, and so on..

Q: On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?
A. 17% of the tab.

Q: What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of it?
A: Miso soup and sashimi!

Q: What are your pizza toppings of choice?
A. 'Shrooms and artichokes

Q: What do you like to put on your toast?
A. Cream cheese

~~~

TECHNOLOGY

Q: What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A. Diablo 3 wallpaper

Q: How many televisions are in your house?
A. One in each room.

~~~

BIOLOGY

Q: Are you right-handed or left-handed?
A. Right-handed.

Q: Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
A. Body hairs, and blockheads.

Q: What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A. Can't remember..

Q: Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
A. Nope. Doorbelled, yeah..

~~~

BULLCRAPOLOGY

Q: If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
A. Not sure..since I easily get stressed-out.. I'd die earlier than the pre-destined day of my death.

Q: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
A. I love my name as it is.. It's kinda unique. ^_^

Q: What color do you think looks best on you?
A: Bloody red I guess..

Q: Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?
A. *giggles*

Q: Have you ever saved someone’s life?
A. Nope.

Q: Has someone ever saved yours?
A. None.

~~~

DAREOLOGY

Q: Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
A. Sure thing!

Q: Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000
A. I love raising my pinky whenever I drink tea..

Q: Would you never blog again for $50,000?
A. Make it $5 000 000.00 and we have a deal.

Q: Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?
A. Add two more zeroes, yes. ^_^

Q: Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
A. Sure, but I get to choose the brand and type of chili.

Q: Would you, without fear of punishment, take a humans life for $1,000,000?
A. Fuck yeah! As long as I bear animosity and hostility over that person. I won't kill a person without any personal vendetta.

~~~

DUMBOLOGY

Q: What is in your left pocket?
A. I usually don't stuff anything in it since I place my schlong on that side.. ROFLMAO!

Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
A. Haven't seen it, never will..

Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
A. Hardwood baby, all the way..

Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
A. I only sit if I do my laundry at the same time.

Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
A. A couple I guess..

Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
A. Last night, and the night before that, and the night before that. DUI check-point by Valley Boulevard and Amar Road. It's Super Bowl weekend, dude!

Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A. I'm a grown woman.. Just doesn't look like it since I'm a lil short..

Q: Who is number 1 on your top 8?
A. I'm trying to put me, myself, and I..

~~~

LASTOLOGY

Q: Friend you talked to?
A. goddess Louie

Q: Last person who called you?
A. My dad

Q: Person you hugged?
A. Chloe

Q: Person you kissed?
A. Beso-beso..? Chloe

~~~

FAVORITOLOGY

Q: Number?
A. 88

Q: Season?
A: Winter

~~~

CURRENTOLOGY

Q: Missing someone?
A. Yeah.

Q: Mood?
A. Nothing in particular..

Q: Listening to?
A: John Legend's Another Again

Q: Watching?
A. When It's At Night

Q: Worrying about?
A. Everything and Nothing

~~~

RANDOMOLOGY

Q: First place you went this morning?
A. Brother's bedroom

Q: What can you not wait to do?
A. Get over with my boredom

Q: What’s the last movie you saw?
A. Failure to Launch

Q: Do you smile often?
A. Not really

Q: Are you a friendly person?
A. Ask my friends.

~~~

TAGOLOGY

Q. Tag five people and explain why you're tagging 'em.
A: Can't think of any in particular.. I'm too bored..

25 Random Things About Me

2009-01-31T11:20:00.000-08:00

From twistedXfactor

Here are the rules: if you get tagged, you have to write 25 random things about yourself then tag 25 more people including the one who tagged you in the first place. hopefully, the things I write down here will give everyone a clearer picture of me. if I tag you, it means I want you to do this so we get to know each other better.

1. I hate monotony. I get bored with routine.

2. I always eat my french fries with ice cream. I prefer McDonald's Oreo McFlurry or Wendy's version of it.

3. I always save the chicken skin for later.

4. I eat around my sandwich, eliminating the skin thingie off the sliced loaf.

5. I usually eat my salad dry, no dressing.

6. Coffee is my downer and milk and liquor are my uppers.

7. I only shave the longer hairs off my legs, I leave the shorter ones on since I hate to mess up with its growth.

8. I have really sensitive skin that I have to moisturize it everyday, specially my breast and butt area.

9. I use tampons whenever I have my period since sanitary napkins give me rashes. I just started using those two years ago, and I don't use the slim ones since I tend to forget it's there. And I don't like the idea of having TSS (Toxic Shock Syndrome).

10. I can cook dishes from just tasting it, most of the time.

11. I usually blush whenever I talk to guys with no apparent reason. I can't speak in public without blushing either.

12. I'm not into chick stuffs like love stories. I stopped reading Twilight after the fourth chapter since it became too cheesy for me. The romantic comedies I watched were mostly out of boredom aside from Two Weeks' Notice because I love women who don't need men.

13. Buying a pant suit is hard for me since my top is two sizes bigger than my bottom.

14. I have this penchant for boots, trench coats, and nylons.

15. I covet a lot. It makes me look forward to something and spice my boring life.

16. I have a mood disorder which affects my self-confidence.

17. I love murder mysteries.

18. My other breast is lower than the other.

19. I love noodles! May it be European or Asian.

20. I don't have plans of getting married nor having children.

21. I'm a food tripper and I wanted to be a traveler.

22. I crush over a person because of certain things about him or her, like the way he flicks his hair, how cute his mole under his eye is, how her legs go on forever, how her body feels so soft, etc. and not because of the whole package themselves. If that happens, I'm obsessed.

23. I am addicted to achieving orgasm, that's why I don't think any guy would be able to keep up with me. ROFLMAO!

24. I'm a wash and dash person. I don't take my time to blow-dry my hair or put make-up on. That's why I find our office dress code's "no wet hair" clause irritating. Well, I don't really go to work with wet, dripping hair, but it's damp nevertheless.

25. I'm good at using my mouth. *wink. wink*

Fan-Fiction Kilig Luv Story

2009-01-28T18:04:00.000-08:00

my quizilla result...

You were sitting on a cliff just outside the village when you feel someone watching you. You turn around with a kunai at hand yelling," Show yourself! I know someone's there!" Then Gaara slowly comes out from the bushes. You breath a sigh of relief and put the kunai away. He stares at you, confused. You smile and ask if he want to sit with you. He walks over and sits quietly beside you. You stare at him, admiring him. Even though others don't accept him, you see what others don't. You see a boy with a sad and lonley heart. After a while, he notices you staring. He looks at you and clutches his chest with a confused look on his face. "W-what is this. My heart.. its beating so fast and all I did was look at you." You smiled and kissed his forehead, " Gaara, i think your in love." He gives you a look like he's confused, "What is love?" You smile again and say," Love is an emotion where just being near a person that you really care for. Just thinking about the person," you touch his chest where his heart is, "makes your heart beat so fast and wild that it feels like it will burst out of your chest." Then he slowly and hesitantly holds his hand to your heart. He smiles so gently and warm that you were in shock. Then he asks, "Whatever this love is, it is making me go crazy when im around you. I think, I kinda don't know for sure, but if love is what you say it is, I love you." He smiled and pulled you in his arms and held you tightly to his chest. "Gaara I-" you were interrupted by his lips gently pushed against yours. He pulls away and stars into your eyes."____, promise you will never leave me. My heart can't take it if you do." you smiled and kiss him. When you pulled away, you whisper, " I won't leave you.I love you to Gaara." From that point on, you never left each others' side.

Surgeon Wanted, but not for Medical Malpractice.

2009-01-07T18:31:00.000-08:00

Surgeon wanted for cathedral robbery
By Abigail Kwok
INQUIRER.net
First Posted 16:24:00 01/07/2009

MANILA, Philippines -- Police in the province of Masbate
are looking for a surgeon who allegedly stole the statues
of the Immaculate Concepcion from the St. Anthony De
Padua cathedral in Masbate City last Monday.

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Sai sez:

Huh?! I thought the ivory parts were stolen last November 25, 2008..?

Geez, guys! Getcha news straight!

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Read full article here..

Stolen Idol/Icon Parts

2009-01-07T18:10:00.000-08:00

Head, hands of religious icon stolen
By Dona Pazzibugan
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 00:37:00 11/25/2008

MANILA, Philippines -- An antique religious icon
in a cathedral in Masbate province named after
St. Anthony Padue, patron saint for missing and
stolen items, lost its head and hands, made of
ivory, to thieves.

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This news article's kinda confusing. "Manila, Philippines" daw, eh the theft happened in Masbate. tsk!

Padue..? Where exactly is Padue..?

Padua, on the other hand, is located at Veneto region in Italy, Padua is the setting for most of the action in Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew.
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The Immaculate Conception icon had been in their
cathedral for the last 40 years at least, according
to Baylon. Masbate is among the poorest provinces in the country.

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Had..? Icon's still there, wala nga lang ulo't kamay..

Duh.. Corrupt government officials outweigh the gold deposits and mines of the province.
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Read full news article here...

Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth

2008-12-31T17:25:00.000-08:00

Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
by William Wordsworth

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,-- No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng. The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday;-- Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! Ye blesséd Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all. O evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning This sweet May-morning; And the children are culling On every side In a thousand valleys far and wide Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:-- I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! --But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage' With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind,-- Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed, without the sense of sight Of day or the warm light, A place of thoughts where we in waiting lie; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! 0 joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:-- --Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us--cherish--and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither-- And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then, sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We, in thought, will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway; I love the brooks which down their channels fret Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Know Your Fuckin' Boundaries Parte Due

2008-10-04T23:08:00.000-07:00

Magra-rant ulit ako.

My sis-in-law, thought I was sleeping when she arrived in our house from I dunno which hell she went. She was talking to her mum in her "normal" loud voice. Assuming from the one-sided conversation I heard, inadvertently of course, her mum wants her to go back to her mum's wings.

SIL: wag na, ayos na nga.
her mum over the other line saying something.
SIL: nasa storage yung ibang gamit.
her mum.
SIL: eh dyan ka na sa kwarto, ayos na nga eh.

WTF?!

Ano'ng "ayos na" ang pinagsasabi nya? Why can't she just go back home eh pinapauwi naman na sya? Ipinagsisiksikan nya sarili nya dito for the same reason I've mentioned in my earlier rant. She just doesn't wanna go there kase ayaw nya magatatabi nanay nya and her stepdad aside from the fact that she can't go "clubbing" anymore if she stays there.

I asked her once, a week ago I guess, if I can stay in her room in her mum's place if ever I get hired in this fortune 500 company I was applying at since her mum's place is nearer to the company compared to ours. And she told me off. Ampota! Ang tigas ng karakas ng walanghiya!

Next Level

2008-10-04T19:47:00.000-07:00

When I first saw these movements, I thought it was easy to do, but when I started doing the aerobic striptease by Carmen Electra for my workout, I found out it was not as easy as I thought it would be. I sweat a lot and I felt my muscles get strained on the first routine.

I find it funny how the composers for the girl group Pussy Cat Dolls incorporate the sound and/or beat of the girl group's songs to their dance routines, which is the striptease. Maybe that's the reason why I keep on watching PCD videos, drooling over the girls. Oh, how juvenile of me.

Toccara

2008-10-03T19:39:00.000-07:00

America's Next Top Model Cycle 3 contestant Toccara Jones just recently graced the cover of Italian Vogue. I heart this spunky girl from Ohio during ANTM cycle 3. She's the first plus-size contestant to reach top 6 of the TV show. Her name was from an Avon perfume.

I chose this picture of hers because she kinda looks like a good friend of mine in this pic. Chocobun dearly calls her "Mother Lou".

Gotta love that swan neck despite being full-figured. And I don't wanna start talkin' 'bout her gajunggas, with a capital G, yes G.

Sold House

2008-10-01T22:01:00.000-07:00

A house was sold for $1.75 in eBay, although the buyer will be paying additional $850 for back taxes and all, still, it's an $851.75 house! Where the fuck can you buy a house for that price. I know it's a fixer-upper, but, owning a house gives a different feeling. ^_^ Wish I was the buyer. Neh, mina?

Know Your Fuckin' Boundaries Parte Una

2008-09-21T23:06:00.000-07:00

This gal and I were pals before she became my elder brother's girlfriend and started acting like the prima donna that she is. Now that my brother married her, and she's my sis-in-law, she got worst. She would just open my room's door and yell at me like she's the owner of the house, then fucking slam it afterwards. And my list of unluckiness grew longer when my younger brother asked our mum if he could have a room of his own. Being a single-family home my mum owns, there were only two extra rooms apart from the master's suite in our house, so I have to share the room with sis-in-law. Sharing a room with her is very inconvenient for me. She's almost shouting whenever she talks on the phone, I can hear it from my soon to be former room, just like her alarm clock which doesn't even serve its purpose since she would still wake up late coz she's been clubbin and partyin te night before. I can't actually see any reason why she doesn't wanna go back to her mom's place and live there for a while until everything's settled, besides it isn't that far from her work like she claims it is, she has her own car and she drives the freeway for fuckin cryin out loud. She has her own room in her mom's place, the only problem is, her mom's way too strict. Lights out at a specific time, and she can't go out partying late at night. Additional reason why she doesn't wanna stay to her mom's place was because she doesn't want her mom and stepdad to sleep in the same bed. WTF! Ultimo ba naman pakikipagkantutan ng nanay nya sa asawa gusto pa nyang pakelaman?! Putambabae! Tama bang ako ang makisama sa kanya eh ako ang anak ng may-ari ng bahay? Kung sing-kapal ng mukha ko ang mukha nya, ako ang tutuloy sa bahay ng nanay nya at gagamit ng cuarto nya!

Okay, Sue.. Calm down.. You've already lashed out, now breathe in.. Breathe out..

My Favorite Geeks

2008-09-19T22:12:00.000-07:00

Matthew Gray Gubler known as Dr. Spencer Reid in the hit primetime drama series Criminal Minds.

He is actually an NYU film directing major grad. He directed the "Don't Shoot Me, Santa" mv by The Killers.

I know he doesn't look like a geek in this pic, he looks like a model, and in fact he is. He modelled for Louis Vuitton, Tommy Hilfiger, and other famous designers.

He's really smart, you can tell by his forehead. Lol. I mean, he has tact, and his "intern journal" won't be featured in the special DVD of Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou in which he played a very short role as an intern, if he wasn't, duh..

Jim Parsons who portrays the character of a physicist with two PhD's and a Master's Degree, Sheldon Cooper, PhD, D, M.Sc. in the hit sitcom, The Big Bang Theory.

He appeared in Garden State and other cameo roles in TV. Nothing much about this actor's bio can be found in the www.

Eric Szmanda, the Polish descent American actor known as "the DNA dude" during the first season of another hit primetime drama series, CSI. We later found out his character's name was Greg Sanders. Just like Jim Parsons, I can't find any other info about this actor other than the fact that he supports the US Campaign for Burma.

Sean Murray, Donald Bellisarius', producer of military dramas JAG (Judge Advocate General) and NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Servies), stepson. And since he was the producer's stepson, he got some acting part on JAG as Danny Walden. But he really was known as MIT grad Special Agent Timothy McGee of NCIS, who is often called "probie" by his senior officer, womanizer, Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo.

And the newest addition to my geek list, Fred Weller. He plays as a 5th generation US Marshall named Marsahall in the new primetime drama series, In Plain Sight. He's Mary Shannon's partner. He seems to know a little about everything: what Mary calls "useless information".

Frederick Weller was initially successful as a stage actor, which is still his biggest passion. He performed in Neil LaBute and David Mamet plays and films. He also played the ambitious, jerk of a boyfriend of Neve Campbell in the movie When Will I Be Loved.

He's RoboCop's cousin.

With these men, smart is really the new sexy!

Harvard Class Day Speech '06: "Go Nads!"

2008-09-10T22:45:00.000-07:00

The Square Root of Three

2008-09-01T09:05:00.000-07:00

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,>
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

--- Kumar Patel, Harold and Kumar:
Escape from Guantanamo Bay, 2008

My Fall '08 Must-Have

2008-08-20T20:06:00.000-07:00

At first glance, you'll think their footwear were ordinary gladiator sandals, but the truth was, those were ordinary slippers with a Posso the Spat shoe cover.

A very clever idea to sass up ordinary slippers, flats, or pumps into something else, like say, a boot..

Now I'm wearing an ordinary thong slipper, just attach a Posso the Spat shoe (or shin, perhaps is the right term) cover and, voila! instant leg hair cover! Whoops, typo! And voila! a pretty pair of ninja footwear akin to that of Sakura's of Naruto manga/anime. ^_^

*naga-adik ako, meh reklmao?!

these boots are made for schleppin'

2008-08-05T03:49:00.000-07:00

where can i find 'em boots?! me wants one pair!

Greatest Romantic Movies Of All Time

2008-08-04T23:46:00.000-07:00

"Whether you're generally sappy or cynical, devoted or dubious, once in a while, everyone needs a little romance. Some of the films on this eclectic list will send you scrambling for a Kleenex, while others will lift you up (where you belong); the best may do both. Lose yourself in these love stories, but remember: a kiss is never just a kiss."

According to AFI, the top ten movies are:

1. Casablanca
2. Gone With The Wind
3. West Side Story
4. Roman Holiday
5. An Affair To Remember
6. The Way We Were
7. Dr. Zhivago
8. It's A Wonderful Life
9. Love Story, and
10. City Lights

from Digital Dream Door:

1. Romeo and Juliet - (1968, Franco Zeffirelli) (Leonard Whiting, Olivia Hussey)
2. From Here to Eternity - (1953, Fred Zinnemann) (Burt Lancaster, Deborah Kerr)
3. Casablanca - (1942, Michael Curtiz) (Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman)
4. Camille - (1937, George Cukor) (Greta Garbo, Robert Taylor)
5. Splendor in the Grass - (1961, Elia Kazan) (Natalie Wood, Warren Beatty)
6. Brief Encounter - (1945, David Lean) (Celia Johnson, Trevor Howard)
7. A Place in the Sun - (1951, George Stevens) (Montgomery Clift, Elizabeth Taylor)
8. Gone With the Wind - (1939, Victor Fleming) (Clark Gable, Vivien Leigh)
9. To Have and Have Not - (1944, Howard Hawks) (Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall)
10. Somewhere in Time - (1980, Jeannot Szwarc) (Christopher Reeve, Jane Seymour)

Mine would be:

- Shakespeare In Love, 1998
- An Affair To Remember, 1957
- A Walk to Remember, 2002
- The Notebook, 2004
- Message In A Bottle, 1999
- Two Weeks Notice, 2002
- Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind, 2004
- that classic movie which involves an angel falling in love with a human similar to,
- City of Angels, 1998

runners-up:

- Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks movies, Sleepless In Seattle and You've Got Mail
- John Cusack movies, Serendipity, Must Love Dogs, and America's Sweetheart
- animations, Beauty and the Beast

Remembering the Royalties

2008-07-20T16:56:00.000-07:00

Diana Frances Spencer and John Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr.

Pro Re Nata

2008-07-20T16:13:00.000-07:00

Theirs was a love sprung from professional teaming up. Both of them were fond of each other; unfortunately, they never act on it.

Casablanca

2008-07-17T19:12:00.000-07:00

From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

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Naglalakad ako sa may aplaya. Natatanaw ko ang mga mangingisda't kani-kanilang mga pamilyang tulong-tulong sa paghila ng fishing net. Mainit ang sikat ng araw, bagama't hindi naman nakakapaso. Masarap ang simoy ng hanging nagmumula sa dagat. Kasabay ng alon ay nalalasahan ko ang alat..Kaysarap pumikit at mag-relax..

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Naliligaw ako sa mala-labyrinth na palenke. Hindi ako pamilyar sa lugar, ngunit hindi naman ako nakaramdam ng takot kahit pa ilang ulo ng tupa na ang nadaanan ko. Wala namang manginginom sa paligid. Nawawala ako.

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Nasa loob ako ng isang bar. Merong jazz music sa background. May mga nagsusugal sa isang sulok. Mayroon namang simpleng nagdi-dinner date lamang sa isang banda. Ako, nagi-isa sa sulok ng lamesa. Sinasamyo, sinisimsim baso ng vodka, sapagkat wala raw silang tequila.. Napansin kita't tinanguan, here's looking at you, kid!

nota bene: an unpolished writing attempt.

Purple Proses

2008-07-16T15:26:00.000-07:00

I'm thinking of going back to writing inane things that have nothing to do with my day-to-day life and activity, if I have one that is..

I realized the way your eyes deceived me with tender looks that I mistook for love
So take away the flowers that you gave me, and send the kind that you remind me of

Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation,
Like you imitation love for me

I thought that you would be a perfect lover
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start, but like a big red rose that's made of paper
There isn't any sweetness in your heart

Paper Roses
Paper Roses
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they're only imitation
Like you imitation love for me

Cheese, wine..My First Time..

2008-07-14T21:36:00.000-07:00

I woke up as early as 4am last Saturday kase pupunta kame ni ina sa tiangge.. Well, so far, yun yung lam kong plano nyang gawin. So, nag-swap meet kame, namili ng gulay ilokano ni ina, saluyot, patola, talong na parang hinliliit (sabe kase ng tindera, mas maliit mas mahal), ampalayang maliliit din, bunga't bulaklak ng kalabasa (alang gaano sa likod-bahay namin eh!), at ang di galing sa kanal na kangkong. Tas bigla sya nagyaya magpunta ng Saks 5th at Neiman Marcus.

Goodness! 65% off sale sa Saks pero sky high pa rin ang prices! Biruin mo, nasa $900-something pa rin yung napaka-simpleng D&G bag?! Meaning, nasa $2000-something original price ng lecheng bag na yun. Nagustuhan ko yung Hobo na evening clutch bag, kaso ala akong anda..sale na rin yun sa $80-something.

Then we went to Neiman Marcus, meh invitation pala si ina for a private showroom sale! Pucha! First time ko ma-experience yung kame lang ang nandun at nagtitingin ng merchandises na preview collection pa ng fall, tas meh sini-serve pa yung mga associates na cheap wine and/or champagne, cheese, crackers, fruits (grapes & strawberries), tsaka pepperoni. Buti na lang hapon na kame pumunta kase coffee, juice, doughnuts, and bagels yung ni-serve nila from 10am 'til 1pm. Syempre, ala akong binili. Ang mamahal kaya ng paninda nila!

Ganito Sila Noon..

2008-07-11T00:20:00.000-07:00

Mga awiting nilimot ng panahon na kaysarap pakinggan at paulit-ulit balikan. Nasaan na ang pagiging malikhain mo, Juan dela Cruz..? Maaari pa bang ibalik ang dati mong pagiging makata at busilak?

"Sinisinta kita, 'di ka kumikibo; Akala mo yata ako'y nagbibiro.
Saksi ko ang langit, sampu ng kanduro; Kundi ka mahal, puputok yaring puso."

"Kataka-takang mahibang ang tulad ko sa'yo.
Biru-biro ang simula, ang wakas pala ay ano?
Aayaw-ayaw pa ako, ngunit 'yan ay 'di totoo.
Dahil sa iyo puso kong ito'y binihag mo."

"Sa piling mo sinta ko napapawi ang lungkot;
Napaparam, nagbabago ang lahat ng himutok.
At sa tuwi kong hahagkan ang pisngi mong mabango,
Ay tuluyang napaparam ang hirap ko."

"Akala mo yata kita'y nililimot; alaala kita sa gabing pagtulog.
Ang inuunan ko luhang umaagos; ang binabanig ko ay sama ng loob.
'Di ka na nahabag, di ka na naawa. Lusak na ang lupa sa patak ng luha."

"Tumataghoy sa gabing mapanglaw ang abang lagay ko, o mutyang hirang
Sana'y dinggin ang hibik at daing, waring malalagot na ang buhay na angkin."

"Sa bawat sandali tayo ay magkapiling, sa bawat lunggati pakinggan ang hiling;
Ang puso ko't budhi ay hindi sinungaling, sana ay ulinigin damdamin ko, giliw-- Asahan, pangarap nitong buhay, lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin.
Iwasan ang iyong alinlangan, lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin.
Sa labi ng imbing kamatayan itangi yaring pagmamahal.
Tulutang magtapat sa 'yo hirang lahat ng araw kita'y mamahalin."

"Malayo man, malapit din pilit kong mararating; 'wag lamang masabi mong 'di kita ginigiliw."

"Nasaan ka irog, at dagling naparam ang iyong paggiliw?
'Di ba 'ga sumpa mong ako'y mamahalin, iyong itatangi magpahanggang libing?"

Pecksniffian Martinet's Nook

I'm holding something in my hand. What is it?

I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. What song should I start with?

It's raining. What are you going to do today?

Oreos, chocolate chip, or thin mints?

What is the most erotic food you've ever eaten?

What's the last movie you saw in a theater?

Where is Bum Farto?

Military budget increases, while the NASA budget is decreased. Whatever happened to peaceful exploration of space? Will we ever visit Mars?

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

What is your favorite season?

PLS TO TELL THE LAST 5 SONGS YOU PLAYED ON YOUR IPOD/MEDIA PLAYER

The Thrill of the Asses: Assholes vs Jackasses

What do you want to be when you grow up?

You've invented a time portal that allows you to observe only one day in history. Which day would you observe?

Food, glorious food! Name one snack or other food that you would consider your "guilty pleasure".

Do you play any video games? If so, what exactly?

Requiescat In Pace?

Lucky Bastard

"25 RULES FOR WOMEN (BY MEN)"

In Tennis, Love is Zero:

Quirino Hostage Drama Survivor's Accounts on What Happened on that Fateful Day

"On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning" by Haruki Murakami

My daughter’s letter to the man she will love someday by Cathy Babao-Guballa

Of Women, Tests, and Hints

I write like.....

Tigish-Tigish!!!

Men are Sexual Hypocrites

How I Spend My Day

Coreen

Friends With Benefits Prospectus

Aftershock

I Secrete Something Wet and Sticky!!

Boy Bastos =P

Tuhog

rough-draft of a dream

Reposting is not Plagiarising

Everything You Want

Regrets.. - Parte Una -

idle hands are the devil's play things.. LOL!

I Hate Love..

twenty-ten, bloggin' again..

Hot Pic(k) #4

Hot Pic(k) #3

Hot Pic(k) #2

Neal Caffrey

My Newest Geek Fantasies

Hot Pic(k) #1

On Men's Health

My Devil Card

Advanced Birthday Present

The Perfect Fit

Me Love You Long Tiem, Wonder Girls!

Facial

Would You Try This?: The Spermine Facial

Jun 01, 2009 @ 11:43am

A Hundred Songs That ______ My Life

Of Burnt (Cig) Butts and Beer (Foams)..*a brainstorm*

Viva La Vie Boheme!!

Build Me Up Buttercup

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My Fair Laddie ^_^

To Be With You (...???)

Liu Xing Yu

Songs That Turn Me On - My Place

Make-up Letter from Batang Star to yours truly..

Follow the meme..

OMG! WAW!

Women With Bigger Boobs Are Smarter! (Purged from Yahoo! Entertainment, 2004)

99 Things A Gurl Should Know About Guys

The Day I Became A "Man"

Steamy Nite in Hollywood

One Hit Wonders

Me..? Bedroom Voice..? Really..?

Word of the Day

Sai-ology

25 Random Things About Me

Fan-Fiction Kilig Luv Story

Surgeon Wanted, but not for Medical Malpractice.

Stolen Idol/Icon Parts

Of Burnt (Cig) Butts and Beer (Foams)..a brainstorm