Been to my Cambodian friend's house today in Moreno Valley. Kring and I paid her a visit to see how she is after giving birth last June 23rd..
Here are my pix with Baby Nikki taken by my ading, Nathan.. She was sleeping on my chest.. nakahanap ng kutson eh.. *lol* I look like the mumsie in this shots, haggard-looking and fat.
***From The Author of Love is Like Shopping For Shoes ***
Love is like buying a car. Yes, my disposable income has increased from the time I wrote Love is Like Shopping for Shoes. Unlike before when I was willing to gamble PHP 2,000 pesos for a fabulous pair of shoes, I am now willing to gamble a much larger sum of money to buy myself my first car. I spent my weekend looking for a car that will suit me. I didn't realize that looking for a car that suits me is as complicated and as difficult as finding love.
First Consideration:Should I buy a brand new car or a used one? Buying used cars has become more and more popular for many reasons. Besides the fact that it is cheaper to buy used as opposed to new, auto manufacturers are making better quality vehicles. These better quality new cars in turn make better quality used cars. Used car buyers are now getting a more reliable, better-conditioned vehicle that will last much longer. The same thing in relationships, I guess. Being with someone who has gone through difficult times, who has experienced what it's like to love and let go of love, and understand the lessons he needed to learn from that phase of his life, makes him a better person in the long run. Experience is truly the best teacher and sometimes, the best way to learn and do better is to make that mistake and learn how to fix it. Expectations are much more realistic, and approach is much more flexible. However, being with someone who has not gone through such difficulties has it's advantages. He may not have the fears that a person who has experienced a broken heart may have. His judgement may not yet be clouded by traumatic experiences a second hand heart may have. But then again, he may have coffee caramel dreams and unrealistic expectations, which eventually will lead to disappointment, when not met.
Second Consideration:Assuming I will buy a used car, I need to know the used car's history. Used Car History is a must for any used car buyer. Plain and simple, you should not buy a vehicle from a dealer, friend or even family member without first doing a thorough check. Why you ask? Because it is the only way to find out if the vehicle has any serious hidden problems such as collision damage, odometer rollback, has been reconstructed or has persistent mechanical problems. In the same way, make a covert investigation why this heart is still out in the market. If he is such a good catch, how come no one has snagged him yet? Just like cars, he could have hidden defects. He could be another closet queen, or he has a serious work habit deficiency, or he's just plain obnoxious. You need to know why the second hand heart was given up by its previous owner. This precautionary measure can spare you tons of heartache and disappointments.
Third Consideration:Ratings and Reviews. Used car ratings prove that they are a wise, cost-effective alternative to buying new. The best way to figure it out is to read what the experts had to say about the cars you're considering. In relationships, listen to what your parents and friends say about this person. It's not really about letting other people decide for you, it's more like listening to what people outside of the relationship has to say based on their observations are. If your family and your friends have only good things to say about this person, then you're blessed. You must have made a good choice.
Fourth Consideration:Maintenance and Operating Cost. High maintenance or low maintenance? My greatest dream in life is to own an Mercedes Benz E230 in Silver Gray but realized that a single small part may costs me thousands of pesos for me to have it replaced. I did my research and aparently the more high-end your car is, the more money you need to spend on insurance and maintenance. As I grew older, my dream car has shifted to the Nissan Patrol. The last time I checked, the latest model of an A/T Nissan Patrol with leather interiors and its very own entertainment additions costs about 3.8 million pesos, excluding insurance and registration. I could try working myself to death to come up with 3.8 million pesos to acquire it, but is it really worth it? You see a girl with nice shiny black hair, poreless perfect skin, a ramp model stance, chic bag and high heels. Let me calculate for you. Hot oil, depending on which salon she gets it and length of her hair, could go as high as PHP 1,000. Microderm abrasion, PHP 1,400 per session. Glycolic peel, PHP 1,400 per session. Manicure, PHP 600. Pedicure and foot spa, PHP 800. Spa treatments, average of PHP 2,000 per week. Gold's gym membership PHP100,000 plus PHP 1,800 monthly. Monthly cosmetics and girlie supplies, average of PHP 5,000. The time you need to spend waiting for her to finish her girlie to do lists, an average of 4 hours per weekend. The miserable look on her boyfriend's face as he computes her spending while he waits for her, PRICELESS. The more high-end, the more you need to be willing to give more. High maintenance relationships, demand more and are more stressful.
Fifth consideration:Commitment. No one wants to drive a dust covered car. No one wants to drive a car that screams "please lang, paliguan mo naman ako." Are you willing to wake up at 5:30 am, just to bring your car to the car wash so you could be in the office for an 8:00 am meeting? Are you willing to wash it yourself? Are you willing to get your hands all dirty because you need to put grease in it's small parts just to prevent them from rusting? Are you willing to make time to make the relationship work? Are you willing to swallow your pride and be a little crazy sometimes just to make him feel cherished?These five important considerations have led me to this conclusion: I am not ready to have my own car. Not yet. I don't have the resources to maintain it. I don't have the commitment to ensure that it stays clean and well-maintained at all times. I don't have the enthusiasm to drive it everyday to the office. Someday, I'll probably have enough resources to buy and maintain the car I want, the enthusiasm to take care of it and the ownership to drive it. Until then, I probably would spend my time preparing myself for that day. = )
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a girl in possession of a mid-year bonus must be in search of the perfect shoes. People consider shopping as a complete waste of time... But for me, I have learned love's greatest lessons from shopping.
I consider Glorietta-Greenbelt-SM-Landmark chain of establishments as my home away from home. I practically buy most of the stuff there. Sales people in those shops where I buy my "kikay" stuff are practically on first name basis with me. If there is any part of shopping that I enjoy the most, it would be shopping for the shoes.
Shopping for shoes is something I consider sacred. Shopping for shoes requires commitment, commitment of your resources to get the best shoes your resources can afford. I like shopping for shoes alone because it gives me the freedom to choose the shoes without having to worry what people think about it. It gives me the freedom to decide based on my idea of a good pair of shoes, and not based on what other people think the perfect shoes should essentially have.
After months of waiting for the midyear bonus, I finally got it. Now it is time to pack my bag and head for my Glorietta to hunt for the perfect shoes. I don't plan to spend my entire bonus on shoes. I only wanted to buy one pair of black leather shoes... The pair I'm going to wear daily to the office. Hmmm, it should be sophisticated enough for the office and yet, comfortable enough for daily wear. I guess I have a fairly good idea of what I would like to buy. Since I normally wear pants to the office, a good pair of boots will do.
So I set off to the first shop I could find. I scanned the shop for the shoe I would like to buy. Well, no boots here but I sure fancy the mules. I just had to try them on... So I asked the sales lady for my size, fitted the shoe and walked in it back and forth. Well, the mule was sophisticated enough for the office but the heels are killing me. I can imagine myself wearing this but the thing is I can't wear it for a long time, how much more wear it daily? I knew this shoe was just not it. Moving on to the next shop, I found a great pair of black leather shoes, asked the sales lady for my size and fitted the pair. It's a great pair alright, but when I looked at the tag price... My budget will be busted. It's price is thrice of how much I currently have. It's a good pair but I think I can do without it, if it means busting my budget. A part of me feels bad because I think this is a good buy... But overspending isn't what I have planned for my shopping activity for this particular day. So I hop from shop to shop, finding shoes of different sorts, some of them almost the same as what I have in mind, but then something is not quite "it." I went back to some of the shops I went to a while back, fitted the same shoes I fitted before, thinking to myself that maybe I need to give these shoes a second look to convince me that I ought to buy them.
By 3:00 pm of that Saturday, I felt exhausted and frustrated. I wanted to buy a great pair and I just couldn't find one. It's either I totally don't like the style or the fit or I totally don't like the price. I told myself "just buy a pair! Whatever pair and go home!" For a minute, I wanted to agree with my sore feet. Yeah, maybe I should just buy a pair for the sake of buying, wear it once in a while and get on with my life. However, when I think about not getting my money's worth by buying something that would not completely fit what my idea of great shoe find would be... I just couldn't buy a shoe for the sake of buying.
Perhaps I haven't seen all the shops... Just when I was ready to give up and go home with a box of donuts instead of a box of shoes... There they were... A pair of black leather wedge boots... Great for slacks and denim... I knew I just had to try this pair. So again, I ordered for my size and fitted the pair. Yes! This pair is perfect. They're comfortable enough to be worn for more that 8 hours a day, sophisticated enough...
I checked the price... Hmmm, exactly fitting my budget criteria. I just knew the moment I fitted this pair that I just got to have them. I just knew that if I'd come back tomorrow in this shop and not find this pair, I'd be regretting it until the next bonus. I just need to purchase this pair... NOW.
Shopping for shoes is much like finding love. Don't try to fit it if you're not going to buy it. Don't buy it if you have reservations. Don't buy it when it's "almost but not quite." You judge the best pair based on your own criteria because you will be the one to wear it everyday. When you buy a pair of shoes, you need to be commited, at least, your feet should be committed to wear them, if needed, daily. And when you finally get the perfect pair, and you know you just can't do without this pair... Go for it before you actually regret it when somebody else buys that shoe.
It's Victoria's Secret's semi-annual sale this week, once again, I'll be one of those women who will go to the VS stall in the mall in search for their bargain merchandise that will best suit my taste and budget.
As I've mentioned in my earlier posts, I have this uhm..fixation on bras, and I'd save my allowance just to buy myself these beautiful undergarments. As I rummage the already disarrayed pieces of brassieres, I rememebered the artik I wanted to write but always forget to do so because of some things happening in my life, i.e., my new job. Now that I have some spare time, I think I can now keep my promise to my fave Peyups columnist, that I would write something dedicated for her.
Months ago, I've stumbled upon Mariel G. Calalo's write-up about the Intergender Relationships that was featured in YOU, I liked it so I used a search engine to find some of her other writings. I found two related ones - "Love Is Like Shopping For Shoes" and "Love Is Like Buying A Used Car". The very first phrase that came into my mind when I read the titles was "What the fuck?!" but then, when I finished reading through it, I told myself, if Mariel (parang close eh noh?) can analogize love into buying and shopping, why not collate the right man to the right bra?
In my entry "The Cons of Having Big Cups", I jot down some points and experiences that triggered my frustration and fixation in brassieres. I still don't have that much disappointments in men because as you know, I'm still kinda callow, however, I have friends who are ripe enough to be picked and harvested and they do have these old one-two's. Anyhoo, like finding Mr. Right, shopping for the right pair of shoes, or buying a used car, finding the right bra [for us buxom ladies if you small uns aren't having the hard time in finding one] takes some considerations.
Whenever I shop for brassieres, the first thing I look for is the style and design. Now, style and design doesn't necessarily mean it should look pulchritudinous while you're holding it on your hands. Style and design for me means complimenting your body. Even if your left boob is assymetrical to your right boob, it would look perfectly symmetrical when you're wearing that piece of underclothing. Like Mr. Right, his superficial features might not be that interesting to look at by some people, but when you two are together, others perceive you as a match made in heaven, he compliments your characteristics as you compliment him.
Second thing is fitting and comfort. Now this one doesn't need a physicist to understand and do some equations just to prove why it's an important thing to consider. Having the right style and design (e.g. balcony bra with sidewire and underwire) doesn't equal to right fitting and comfort. I once bought this bra, it has side and underwires, it has this very sexy design but it flattens my boobies and the wires are poking me. Even if the size is just right around your chest, you should take the cups seriously too. A friend told me that wearing the right cup makes you breathe comfortably and enahances whatever you have. Like Mr. Right, he doesn't need to be too tall you'll end up having a stiff neck so you can look into his eyes.
And last but not least, the price and cost of owning one. Price is different from cost. When you buy something on the spot, with a tag on it, you're paying the price for owning it. In my sitch, I'm indulging myself to pay fifty bucks at most every once in a while to satisfy my need to buy. Apparently, aside from paying $50 or less, I still have to buy a 10 bucks per half a gallon liquid detergent soap to use for washing the brassiere because it has delicate texture, which will last for up to two months of continuous use. Albeit a bit pricey for a laundry soap, it will help lengthen the brassiere's lastingness.
I had a job interview in a moment's notice today. My scheduled interview's in 3pm and I was informed at 2pm, heheheheh!!! actually, sabit lang ako. so I went there with my bosom bud Kring, sha talaga 'yung ni-email about the job opportunity, in plain shirt and faded jeans na meh butas/tastas pa, and a face that looked like hell.
but, I still got the job, and Kring too, even if we're not properly dressed. we felt out of place nga kase yung mga kasabay namen are wearing ties and blazers, kame, lalo na ako, mukhang dugyot. :D I will be trained as a sales representative of the Vector Marketing Corporation this coming Thursday, 16th of June, to Saturday, the 18th. must be the neckline, heheheheh!!!
these figurines were antiques bought by my mum. sabe nung seller, nasisisd pa 'toh sa lumubog na ship, and if you can see if closely, you'll notice the green thingies (lumot daw sabe ni Double D) na dulot ng pagkaka-stock nya sa ilalim ng ocean..
Today, 20th of May 2005, with a 95 degrees Farenheit temperature outside, my bosom bud and I walked in the cool mall and watched Crash and Monster-in-Law, tsowee kids, I don't wanna watch SW3, at least not until the DVD boxed set (from episodes 1-6) is released. I lurve Sandra B. and I have this tiny crush on Brendan F. but that's not the reason why I wanna see the flick. I wanna see it because it talks about a societal problem that you can encounter everyday, either with your direct involvement or without --- racism. The chick flick was what my gal pal wanted to watch so that's all about it, heheheh =P After being so emotional with Crash, especially in the scene where a Mexican locksmith's daughter hugged her dad to protect him from the bullet shot by an Iranian client who got robbed, we went for a quick read in Borders and then [window-]shopping at Hot Topic. I was really planning on buying something today but this guy in Hot Topic smells so handsomely and was almost everywhere near me that I keep on forgetting why I am in there, what I wanted to buy, and that I have a friend with me. Minutes later I recollected myself and picked up the garments I aimed to buy. I went to the cashier to pay for my puchase but the Audrey (or was it Aubrey) lassie snobbed me so the odoriferous hottie named Justin came to be of service instead. Aside from looking like hell with my hair being blown by the humid wind and lack of sleep last night, the things I wanted to pay for were not to be seen by a guy being purchased by me and I don't have to demand the bitch to come and take care of me instead, right? Ergo, I awkwardly put the two items on the counter and let him enter the digits. I just wanted it to be over when he told me, "You know we've got a lot of cool underwears in stock here," I was so astonished that my rehearsed line that I'm buying those S&M-ish undergraments for my friend's bridal shower went down the drain and instead I answered, "Oh yeah, but these are the only ones that would fit my boobs," so casually then realized it after a few seconds. My blood rushed all-over my body and I felt fever hot with embarassment after it hit me I went to my friend's arms and bit her. Oh dear Lord! I fuckingly screwed myself up!!! I dunno if I can go back to that place again tomorrow to turn my application form in. Ahuhuhuhuh T_T
Spring break. A week of pure boredom came and went. I just killed the time reading in the cafe, eating in some buffet then burning it afterwards in the gym, and watching Naruto episodes 1-126 and 2 special ones. The plans made didn't happen because of the lack of greens and other reasons. Roadtrips were cancelled, washed out by the rain in Seattle and waves in Florida. Las Vegas would be cool if I am 21 years old and have money and time to waste. Damn!
My body clock went back to its bumpire time, my eyes are all red (parang isadang bilasa) from too much watching and reading, masarap sana magsalsal kaso nakakatamad, my mind's greener and fouler, and my staying up 'til dawn watching Naruto and reading some threads in hifi remind me certain hifi members that I got to know a year ago in the chatterbox[xx] and some threads. I suddenly miss the old days. Kampai for a year in hifi!
nabuburyong ako kaya nagpagupit ako... sabe Quentot mas bagay daw, hahahahah! tingin ko mukah akong siopao bola-bola eh, kulang na lang tuldok na red sa noo.
Take the quiz: "What Kinda Kiss R U?" Playful Kiss The playful kiss is about you having fun and not needing to have feelings for that person. You just go with the flow!
You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is always pleasantly pleased to have you jump outta no where to dote them with a fun peck on the cheek or more passionate embrace. super markets and work places are your favorite places to attack your loved one with all your love =p
Take the quiz: "What kind of eyes do you have?" Scared Your eyes are scared. Your eyes are scared of pain, or rejection. You know how much it hurts to lose someone u cared for, but in return they dumped you like a sack of potatoes! Someday you will find your special friend, or lover, so dont stay hidden too much. You have also seen much misery when it comes to guy too, so you pefer to keep it safe, and keep your heart locked up from everyone guy that seems to be interested. You dont wanna go through anymore pain... ~*~Beautiful Soul~*~ You're the type of person who is loving, giving, sweet, generous, genuine, and optimistic. You see the beauty around you and you admire it for its faults, as well as perfections. Most likely a dreamer, you are highly respected and liked. People like to be around you because you make them happy. You have a wonderful personality and you're beautiful inside and out!
Please Rate or message me! Thank you for taking my quiz! XoXo <3 Lana
I know taking silly "quizzes" in the net's crazy and that you just have to pick the "right" answers to get the score you wanted, but at times when you're not really thinking and you just pick the retaliation you really meant, maybe it's true...
*sighs*
I've been taking these craps, unthinkingly, and twice I was branded as "The Perfect Girlfriend" from this and this. Now, I don't know if I'm gonna laugh my guts out or wonder why I have no boyfriend to be the perfect girlfriend to.
at least this one is true, imho...
Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You?
Ta me bitseach mealltach
Ta me bitseach mealltach - 'I'm a sexy bitch.' You're hot stuff, or at least you think you are. Now, if only you could find a date...
January 27, 2005 Mom and ading (younger sibling in Ilocano) left for a month-long vacation in the Pihilippines because it's her Dad's frist death anniversary. She had her boyfriend and his mom to tag along with her on the said trip. Unfortunately for us, me and kuya, we can't leave Uncle Sam, we're still processing our papers. So we just drove them to the LAX and wished them bon voyage.
It was a 13-hour flight and she didn't bother to call us whe her plane landed on the Philippines to tell us they were safe and ask wether or not we came home safe the night before. Fine! I let it go, maybe she was just too busy.
A week passed, still no phone calls from her, not even a message in the answering machine was left. Her barkadas from Tokyo, NYC, and Texas were the ones who were calling all the time 'coz they will have a rendezvous in the Philippines and they were asking if I know my mom's contact number in the Philippines. I told them she brought my cellphone with her so it can be traded (it broke 6 months after it was purchased in the Philippines, it's guaranteed) and that the landline number in her parents' house was stored in that cellphone. She, mom, was supposed to be the one who should call us first because she'll be staying in Century Park Hotel before going to her parents' house. We don't have the means to call her at all. She only left us $200 as emergency money aside from my $5 daily allowance. I had a flu but I didn't dare use it to go to the doctor because they charge uninsured people way lot than those who are under HMO.
One week became three, still no phone call from her. Dad's raving, "What kind of a mother is your mom?" he said. Kuya's anger's fueled with that question he answered, "She left us 15 years ago, no phone calls during the first three years. She can do it again and it's only been 3 weeks."
A day after that, her boyfriend gave us a ring. He was already here and asked how are we doing. I told him we're fine, sort of, and that his girlfriend didn't bother to call us at all. He connected us to our mother through a three-way party conference. I wanted to be calm but I just burst out when she told me her illogical excuses.
I tried to call you but I can't access.
I don't know how to place a call.
If I was there and you're here, I know how to call you.
My retaliation. Mom, how old are you and how old do you think are we? You were checked-in in a 5-star hotel, surely it has an IDD and NDD, because when kuya and I stowed away the other year, we checked-in in a 2-star hotel and it has both, all you have to do is read or ask the front desk. And your siblings for sure has a cellphone especially the politician, pfffft! Your younger sister was the one who accompany me in the PLDT booth to call you the other year, didn't she tell you? Kung talagang gusto, maraming paraan. Kung talagang ayaw, maraming dahilan!
I wanted to yell at her that she's a pathetic bitch but she cut the line.
I already have a boyfriend. It's been four months since we became on. He's such a nice guy. He's mature and caring and very understanding. He's ten years older than me and is already working. I think he's already financially stable. He's also a Filipino, his family came from Iloilo, but he grew up in Chicago.
We had sex after a month of our relationship, I can barely walk that day, that first time. I already met his parents, I spent my Christmas vacation at their home in Illinois. I was shocked when he invited me and was so nervous in meeting his folks, but they were nice to me too. I'll be spending my Spring break at his apartment, he already made some arrangements, my two-way ticket's been bought.
Mommy and the rest of my family didn't know he's my boyfriend, all they know's he's a boy friend. Me befriending a guy a decade older than I am isn't a big deal to them, not yet at least. You see, he's more experienced than I do and..stuff.
I'll be graduating next year and I'm planning to look for a job in Chicago and live with him. I'm sorry if I didn't tell you right away, I hope you understand that it's very hard on my part. Please don't hate me for being gay, I was born this way, Ate.
I'm not really a moviegoer, don't get me wrong, I lurve watching flicks, but I like watching it in the comfort of my room, I don't wanna go to the silverscreens just to watch some. Boy! I'm too lazy and stingy for that kind of leisure, plus, I don't feel comfortable in the cinema house. At least in my room I can do whatever I feel like doing while watching, I can do anything without any inhibitions or reservations, I can scream, cry, laugh my heart out, and sometimes make a long and sounding fart (hahahah!)... So much for the intro. Yesterday, me and my newfound berks went to AMC 20 to watch Hide and Seek, starring Robert de Niro and Dakota Fanning. I'm a big fan of Robert de Niro, I had a crush on him when I saw his flick, forgot the title, wherein he had a mohawk (kewlness!). I was so excited because it was my first time to watch a movie in a moviehouse here in the US and it's been a year and n months since I watched something outside my room, but my excitement just went to the drainage along with the heavy rainfall in the middle of my viewing, the film's not good. $10 wasted on a bad movie, the trailer's so good you'd want to see the movie only to be disappointed when you get there, giyaah! Though it was free because the birthday gurl paid for it, nakakapanghinayang pa rin! That $10 can buy me my Sandra Brown paperback novel...
Talking about paperback novels, I accidentally brought home a book from the book/music store-cum-cafe I usually hang out in. The detector didn't make any noise when I went out, I just realized it was in my bag when I got home. Now, I don't know how to bring it back to the shelves of the said store. In fairness, I liked the story in that paperback, The Chinese Take-Out, written by Arthur Nersesian. A fiction about a struggling artist and how he faced and lived his messed up life. It's not a national bestseller unlike The Da Vinci Code or The Rule OF Four, not a Pulitzer or Nobel nominee like The Hours or The Dante Club, but it's a good read... Makes you realize how filthy the world can be..and how fucked up can you get in your life's journey.
got my hair cut last week... told the haircutter I want a layered hairstyle, and she cut me some bangs... mukha daw akong nilapastangan... waah! mukha daw akong bunot... huhuhuhuu...
Langya! I dreamt about being dragged to the beach by hifi males, the single ones lang hah, and being laughed at habang inaasar nila ako tsaka hinaharot! Hmp! Naku, nanggigigil talaga ako...
The moment my ears hear this Next song, my stomach churned, ahlakdabeat! :D And when I saw Duncan James(with his "I-just-rolled-off-the-bed-but-still-lookin-sinfully-hot-and-gorgeous" look, just hate the baggy pants..) and the rest of Blue dance their revival of this song, hahaay!
This was a fave referendum song during my Punong and hauz parteeh dayz, and a former crush of mine always ask me to be his partner in the dance floor whenever this song's played. I never paid attention to its lyrics, just lately, and lo and behold... waheheheh... Just be the judge of it, otei? ;-p
Too Close
Next
Intro: I wonder if she could tell that I am hard right know... (hmm...) Yeah, come on dance with me now.. (haha) Oh oh feel that, alright, come on, don't stop now...
You know you did it... come on, oh yeah, alright, hold on...
Chorus: Baby when we're grinding, (that's right...)
I get so excited
Ooh how I like it, I try but I can't fight it (damn!) Oh you're dancing real close (aah...) plus real, real slow,
(You know what I wanna do to you...) You're making it hard for me (aah..)
All the thong songs you requested You're dancing like you're naked Oh, it's almost like we're sexin' (oh yeah...) Yeah, boo I like it, no I can't deny it But I know you can tell I'm excited, Oh girl
Bridge: Step back you're dancing kinda close I feel a little poke comin' through, on you Now girl I know you felt it But boo you know I can't help it You know what I wanna do
Chorus:
Baby when we're grinding, (oh yeah...)
I get so excited (feelin' so good...) Ooh how I like it, (so real...)
I try but I can't fight it (you...) Oh you're dancing real close (and it's so real...)
plus real, real slow, (you know...) You're making it hard for me
Baby us dancing so close ain't a good idea 'Cuz I'ma want you now and here The way that you shake it on me Makes me want you so bad sexually, Oh girl
Bridge:
Step back you're dancing kinda close
I feel a little poke comin' through, on you
Now girl I know you felt it,
Yeah, boo, you know I can't help it
You're know what I wanna do (oh yesss...)
Chorus:
Baby when we're grinding, I get so excited (really...) Ooh howI like it, I try but I can't fight it
(baby, you feel so right...) Oh you're dancing real close (real, real...)
plus real, real slow, (you know) You're making it hard for me (baby, don't stop...)
Baby when we're grinding, I get so excited
(Ooh how I like it, I try but I can't fight it...) Ooh how I like it, I try but I can't fight it (no...) Oh you're dancing real close (and it's real...)
plus real, real slow, (yeah...) You're making it hard for me
I love when you shake it like that, aah, aah, aahah I see that you like it like that, huh, huh, haa-huh I love when you shake it like that, aah, aah, aahah I see that you like it like that, huh, huh, haa-huh
Chorus:
(Oh baby, I like it...)
Baby when we're grinding, (the way you grind...)
I get so excited (on me...) Ooh how I like it, (oh girl...)
I try but I can't fight it (I can't fight it...) Oh you're dancing real close (real close...)
plus real, real slow, (oh yeah...) You're making it hard for me
(I like the way you move...) Baby when we're grinding, I get so excited
(You're makin' me want you...) Ooh how I like it I try but I can't fight it
(Oh the way you move...) Oh you're dancing real close plus real, real slow,
(I like those things you do...) You're making it hard for me
('Coz you're a little too close...)
Baby when we're grinding, I get so excited Ooh how I like it, I try but I can't fight it Oh you're dancing real close plus real, real slow, You're making it hard for me...
