Of Death And Pastries

"Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of the New York Times, described Jonathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. "Things were clearer for him," Kansky noted. Ultimately Jonathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny."

Raping Adam..

I dunno why the idea of raping a man excites me..

Family Guy - Lois Jumps Peter

M-U-S-H

A comedy about the greatest love story almost never told..

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies,"

-Aristotle

Ticking Clock..

I was sick since Tuesday last week, at first I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning when I rushed to our office ladies' room to throw-up. I went home two hours earlier than the office hours. The following night, I felt worse, I cannot eat decently without vomitting and defecating, I cannot even drink a drop of water. I went to the doctor first thing the morning after. The doctor's diagnosis was stomach flu, but did lab work still, just to be safe and sure.

This morning, I missed my fourth day at work because I still feel like hell, good thing the doctor's office called me in for the results I can give the office another doctor's note. Unfortunately, I learned that I'm a disaster waiting to happen. Lab test indicated that I have an acute pyelonephritis, kidney infection in layman's term, and I'm just waiting for a hike in my temperature so I could rush myself in the ER, as I type this blog down.

I'm thinking of quitting work before they could fire me for not showing up. I mean, I called them up to inform them I'm not well, but will the work piling up on my desk wait until I get better..? What if I get worse? I'm still under probation, I have worked for only ten days and six hours, they can just hire somebody else again, right?

Club Cabana

Last Friday, my girl friends and I went out clubbing at Club">http://www.cabanaclubhollywood.com/">Club Cabana in Hollywood. Damien got us in his guest list. It was packed with asians and the beat of the music didn't jive with each other, 'coz the dj will play a fast beat music one second, then a slower one the next that my girlfriends and I literally stop everytime the dj changes the song.

Anyhoo, I invited my uncle to tag along with us 'coz he'll be moving to Frisco (San Fran) next school year, he's a PE/SpEd teacher btw, so we decided to have him take a glimpse of a "Hollywood" night. He was supposed to sleep over at our place, but he called his friend, and his friend invited him to spend the night at his place, and in return, my cousin invited his friend to meet us up at Club Cabana.
During our 30-minute ride to Hollywood, my cousin told us that this friend of his was a Pinoy model, and he used to model for Ben Chan. He also told us that his friend's a former UST varsitarian and close pals with another Filipino hunk'a model John Hall.

I joked and asked my cousin if his friend's still available or already taken, and they, my cousin and my girl friends, didn't take it as a joke, and thought I was serious about it. So, my cousin described his friend to us, he said his friend's also "masculado", but not the "bato-bato" type. His body's lean like those of Calvin Klein models. Geez! My cuz knows me well! I ogle and drool over CK models, except for Mark Wahlberg, 'coz of their boyish kind of appeal, but at the same time there's this raw animal inside lurking kinda thing going on.

After a couple of minutes upon entering Club Cabana. I met this epitome of a male Filipino, Iago Raterte.

P.S. We had a chat and exchanged digits, we planned on going out clubbing again this week, hopefully matuloy. I'm not interested in him like I'm having butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him or like I wanna fuck him or anything of that sort, I just feel like having another male friend here in the US.

X's: Tangna! Sana next time, real CK model na ma-meet ko..

It's A Cruel, Cruel Summer..

I hate summer.. It's soo frickin' hot and not in a good way or sexy way.. Office is kinda casual so I decided to dress like this, --- shirt, shorts, and sandals --- after all, it's summer.. Mwehehehe!! I did lost a couple of pounds, but not yet my target weight.. Wish I could shed some more..

Luck of the Irish!

Sabe nila pag minalas ka, uulanin ka, pero pag sinuwerte ka, bagyo naman.

I got hired yesterday, after three months of unemployment and jobhunting. I am half-psyched and half-jittery on my new job as an accounts payable clerk in a large meat company along with its three sub-companies. Biruin mo, they risked and hired me even if I do not have American accounitng experience, that's a one-in-a-million chance! The company owner's of eastern european descent just like the hiring manager who told me that she wants me to live the american dream that's why she hired me. Kewlness, noh?

Today, I got my tax refund. I saved half of it in my savings account for my down payment whenever I find an apartment. The other half that was left on my checking account, I used to buy my mum her mother's day and birthday gifts.

Toge Toge @ Awa Awa

Miss Double-finger a.k.a. Paula is one of Baroque Works' assassins paired with devil's fruit ability. She ate the Toge Toge no Mi which gives her power to make spikes out of her body. I love her as the Spider's Cafe bartender, Paula, with the Bohemian-ish look, however, I'm not as thrilled when she's Miss Double-finger with those big hair a la Diana Ross, exaggerated hip-swaying way of walking, and what's up with the pipe..?!

Kalifa appeared to be Water 7's mayor Iceburg's secretary, but she turned out to be one of the World Government's secret agent, a member of the elite group Cipher Police 9 (CP9).
She ate the Awa Awa no Mi, which gave her the power to release bubbles that drain her oppoonent's energy. Her look strikes me as a dominatrix, with her spectacles, fishnets, and yes, the whip, thorns and all..

"Yes, my mistress.. Whatever pleases you, my mistress.."

Miss All-Sunday

I'm not a big cow boy fan, but if that cow boy, or in this sitch, a cow girl, is as hot as Miss All-Sunday, I would not mind covering each wall of my room with her poster.

It has been a week now since I last saw One Piece anime, wherein Miss All-Sunday is one of the characters. She is the archaeologist in the Straw-Hat Pirate Crew.

This raven-haired beauty ate a devil's fruit at a very young age. She can duplicate any part of her body because of the Hana Hana no Mi ability.

She first came into scene when she "assassinated" Igaram a.k.a. Mr. * of Baroque Works. She was Mr. 0's, a.k.a. Mr. Crocodile of the Shichibukai, partner. Although it was rumored that Miss Doublefinger is stronger than her, she became Mr. 0's partner because she can read the ancient writings.

I see her as a real femme fatale, or an alpha female, if you may. She's smart, always calm, and she loves to read. She's the smartest Straw Hat crew. She dropped her code name Miss All-Sunday when she joined Luffy and the gang. At first, she don't call the other crew members by their name; She hasn't warmed up yet, that's why. One of her attributes that I can relate to.

This mysterious lady was labeled a she-demon, and the World Government put a 79 million beli bounty on her at the very young age of eight. The label and the bounty was all because she can read the ancient writings that can lead to the discovery and resurrection of Pluton, the most powerful weapon ever existed.

My fascination to this chick started when I saw a random One Piece episode. I think that was the Straw Hats' adventure in Skypeia, 'coz I vaguely remember that guy with long ears. She was wearing a simple sleeveless top and a pair of purple pants at first, then changed to a purple suit when she was investigating the ancient ruins of the "Holy Land".

Shortly before docking at Water 7, a city built on water where the most skillful shipwrights can be found, the crew met Admiral Aokiji who told them about the dark side of Robin. Upon docking at Water 7, she along with a mysterious gentleman who whispered to her "CP9", tried to assassinate the island's mayor, Iceburg, and tried to sever ties with Mugiwara no Kaizoku (Straw Hat Pirates).

Of all the clothing ensemble I saw her in, this one on the left is my favorite. Black long leather biker's jacket, and black thigh-high leather boots. Simple yet fashionable.

Slavery by Matt Wilde

Since the beginning of time, humanity has been trying to enslave it's own. When the authority realized they were losing the battle to do it by force (around 1930 or so), they decided to offer it on a volunteer basis. I'm just amazed at how many Americans chose to volunteer for such a life.

I just saw Michael Moore's film, "Sicko," and it outlines it perfectly. Instilling fear, stupidity, greed and hopelessness helps control the people. Though we're given the illusion of having the freedom to choose, living in debt and fear takes away that ability to choose with a clear mind. Poor people are less likely to vote, and more likely to believe what they hear through the mass media. People are shackled by car insurance, health insurance, college loans, rising gas prices and credit card debt. People who feel pessimistic and hopeless, and more likely to follow, rather than to lead. An educated, healthy and confident nation is much harder to govern, so the government wants it's people to be dumb, sick and demoralized. In doing so, we are more likely to take orders and hope for the best.

Schools don't teach our young how to lead; they teach us how to follow. They don't teach entrepreneurism or money management, but instead how to follow directions and be good employees. They don't teach history honestly, but instead instill blind Patriotism. We are taught that buying and owning stuff, determines the value of our lives. We are taught the in order to buy stuff and have a good life, we must have a good job. In order to get a good job, we must get a college education. And by the time we leave college, we're already deep in debt and scared, and wouldn't dream of stepping out of line. Plus these corporate jobs offer HMO plans, because, heaven forbid, we might get sick and need medical care.

Though we are no longer beaten or whipped physically by our masters, and we have the ability to buy healthful food, and afford warm, comfortable shelter, how many corporate drones feel like they are living with purpose, rather than enslaved by the system? Living with gratitude rather than fear? How many feel like they are serving and benefiting humanity, rather than stripping it to the extent that the lobbied law will allow? How many feel put upon and resentment towards their bosses? How many feel envious of the rich? How many are asked to work harder, longer and more productively than they did the day before? How many feel depressed and in need of controlled medication to alleviate this illness? How many satiate their lives with drugs, alcohol, sex, consumerism and mindless mental distraction?

We are at the end of American supremacy. Our borders are falling down. Our government is the laughing stock of the rest of the world. Our dollar is growing worthless. We are at the dawn of a re-revolution. Humility, health, education and confidence are our weapons. Fear, greed and woe are our enemies.

STOP WORKING FOR MONEY, AND START SHARING YOUR UNIQUE GIFTS WITH THE REST OF US!!! TRUST THAT YOU WILL BE SUPPORTED!!

One World, under God, serving each other, so that we may enjoy this life, the after, and the lives of those to follow. Amen.

Sai sez: how many pron stars write something as piquant as this..?

Trip Down Memory Lane: Combatron

Funny Komik's version of Megaman. A Pinoy cyborg superhero idolized by most kids.

Bago pa si Uzumaki Naruto nauso, si Combatron muna ang kinalokohan ng mga estudyante ng Notre Dame of Greater Manila - Caloocan.

I remember how pissed off I was every Friday coz I've had to perfect my quizzes or else I wont have had moolah to buy me the latest copy of Funny Komiks. Perfecting quizzes ain't hard. I just don't wanna do it 'coz people will expect a lot from me. Anyhoo, Funny komiks then was Php6.00.. Ewan ko na ngayon. Ano na ba ang nangyari kina Combatron, Axel, Metallica, and Death Metal (formerly known as Alchitran)..? Bulol pa rin ba si Ronaldito Perseus Edmund Jerome a.k.a. Eklok..? Nabisto na ba ang true identity ni Tinay Pinay..?

Street Fashion

According to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: Street fashion is a term used to describe fashion that is considered to have emerged not from studios, but from the grass roots. Street fashion generally associated with youth culture, and is most often seen in major urban centres. Mainstream fashion often appropriates street fashion trends as influences.
I am your average shirt and jeans gal, but ever since I got into anime so deep, I decided to sport Street Fashion whenever I feel like it. I got this job at a dance studio Fall of 2006, and tried to glam up my blah look into these style.

Alas, I was reprimanded because, my employer who is a Brit is not as open-minded and was stuck into a "blah mentality" with regards to fashion.

It was very unfortunate and sad for those people who cannot find style and "decency/respectability" in the same get-up.














I mean what I wore wasn't as over the top as most Street Fashionistas you'll find walking in most Asian countries such as Japan and Taiwan. However, given the option, I would rather choose a somewhat over the top look rather than be a wallpaper and look BLAH!

My New Fetish

I'm a big anime fan and I wanted to attend the anime convention in San Jose ever since 2004. I was just browsing the web when my attention was caught by the cosplay images in one of the sites. The yearning in my heart came back rushing, and the thought came, if I'm gonna do a cosplay, who'd I be..?

My first choice last 2004 was Robin Sena from Witch Hunter Robin, second was either Yomiko Readman or Nenene Sumiregawa from Read or Die. My eyeglass fixation stepped up that time.

2006 came and I saw Nico Robin of One Piece sporting white trench coat and white boots. That time, my trench coat and boot fixation arose.

Now, 2008, even though my fave femme fatal in Naruto is Hinata Hyuuga, because of her nice bod and lithe movement in that one episode wherein she was practicing in the waterfall; I wanted to dress either like Anko Mitarashi or Karin, as a new fetish surfaced. bodystocking. I already bought two bodystockings yesterday.

nota bene: definition of bodystocking as defined in wikipedia, an article of lingerie, similar to a leotard or a catsuit. It is much the same thing as a unitard, but the term bodystocking is likely to be preferred when the garment is worn as an underlayer in cold weather. It usually has long legs, but it may have long, short, or no sleeves. Bodystockings are often crotchless. It is usually made from a sheer fabric similar to those used for stockings and tights, or from fishnet material. Some people consider bodystockings to be an erotic garment.

Shopaholic Meeh, Because Mum's a B.I.

My mum's VIetnamese and Indonesian friends called her last Friday and told her they had merchandises, and they're gonna bring it at the Nogales High School swap meet the next day. My mum asked me to come with her to help her carry her purchases, unfortunately, my mum's shopaholic aura shone on me come Saturday morning. What even excited me was two extra small sized dresses fit me like a glove! they fit my bust area, yey!! Now, I owe my mum, I dunno how much..mebbeh more or less a hundred bucks. Tsk!!

Maidening the Hoiden

It started last 2006.. My indulgence to feminine apparels: dresses, skirts, and blouses. Giving in once was all it took, and I got hooked. Now, I have more clothes in my closet than I ever could have imagined. I'm no longer satisfied with collared shirts and pants. Now, I gotta have skirts, and dresses paired with pantyhose or stockings with garter belts. Effeminate blouses showing-off my skin. D'ecollet'e is my new hot dress-cut. Fuck!! I think I'm like Dr. Jekyll whenever I'm in the Philippines, and Mr. Hyde whenever I'm here in the US. Well, of course, jeans and shirts make commuting easier back in my homeland, and with all those puddles even on paved city streets, I can't wear my high-heeled boots, espadrilles, and/or pumps there.

How Much I've Traveled So Far..

Menage a . . . . . Une

She felt a sudden urge to dance that day..

The urge was so strong it oozed out of her body..

Like an aura enveloping her being, radiating through her soul..

She submitted to its inevitability..

She stood up and dressed up..

She did her hair and make up..

"Damn, Bee, you looked so hot you're fuckable!"

Nohari

Nohari Window is a challenging inversion of the Johari Window, using antonyms of the original words. By describing your failings from a fixed list of adjectives, then asking your friends and colleagues to describe you from the same list, a grid of perceived and unrecognised weaknesses can be explored.

Look, mum, I'm in the mag!

Fear of the Known

It was mid-September when my cellphone rang in the middle of dawn. I was too tired from school and work I don't wanna answer it, but I thought, what if it's an emergency, especially it's from my aunt. My Tita Tammy. She was the one who raised us, my elder brother and I. I answered it, and was surprised not to hear my aunt's voice on the other line. It was my cousin's wife, Ate Sandra, she's the one holding my aunt's cellphone.


"Len, dinara namon si Tita sa ospital. Sabi san duktor stroke daw."
(Len, we rushed tita to the hospital. The doctor said she had a stroke)


I was suddenly awake, however, I felt my body went numb as well. For some minutes I wasn't able to utter something, then finally, "Kumusta na si tita? I-confine nyo muna sa hospital para ma-obserbahan. Pag kaya na ni tita bumiyahe, pa-brain CT scan nyo si tita either sa Cebu or Manila." (How's she? Have her confined in the hospital to be observed, and then if she can travel, bring her to Cebu or Manila for a CT scan.)


Two weeks later my tita had her CT scan in one of Cebu's hospitals. She had three brain tumors, a product of her cancer metastasis, and the specialist said she only has three or so months to live. Ironically, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Tita Tammy was a breast cancer survivor for thirteen years until three masses were spotted in her liver ultrasound last 2006.


I became rash. I tendered my two weeks' notice to my employer, dropped my class, and borrowed money from my mum to buy a plane ticket home. By the 24th of the month I was in the Philippines, I was able to talk to her over the phone. She just moaned and groaned, I felt a stabbing pain in my heart. Was her motor skills now affected by the cancer cells? By the 25th, I was in the hospital, on my aunt's bedside greeting her a happy birthday.


She just spoke to me that morning when I arrived. She told me I was so chubby, in an almost inaudible way, before she went to sleep. There wasn't any recognition on her face. It's as if she looked at me, but didn't see me. Afternoon came and her sisters and sister-in-law, along with their daughters and daughters-in-law visited her to give her a birthday bash in the hospital. She didn't wake up from her slumber, she didn't even stir, eventhough it's quite noisy, she hates noise, in her hospital room because of her chatting visitors. We called for the doctor, she had fallen into comatose.


She wasn't able to eat her chocolate cake. She loves chocolate.