10.22.2005
10.17.2005
Psychology of Crushes
I dunno what's with gay guys that I felt like I'm the iron fillings to their magnet.. Same goes with metrosexuals, even though my two ex-boyfriends were the ragged/thrasher types.. Is this kind of attraction related to my all-girl schooling when I was in elementary where you spend your adolescence, in my case, first couple of years in puberty?
Well, to those who visit my blog that still doesn't know it, I attended an exclusive Catholic school for girls from kindergarten to 5th grade.. Having attended said educational institution, I was exposed to same sex attraction, infatuation, and romantic relationship in a very early age.. I was in 1st grade when I first saw two sixth graders sharing a bed in the clinic hugging and kissing under the blanky, I even remember sharing a bed with a high schooler.. uso pa Sweet Honesty noon, 'yun 'yung perfume n'ya and her hair smells Vidal Sassoon shampoo.. Otei, I'm drifting back to memory lane again..
Anyhoo, our school was only 14 inches apart from an exclusive boys' school, that's because of the wall between our campuses, and I still don't get why most of my schoolmates prefer a breed of our own.. Was it because of the "nearestness" of one's company, they after all belong to one campus/building, if they don't share the same section/class? And why do girls can openly have a lady-crush or lady-love often than boys? Was it the societal stereotyping and machismo that prevent them and repress whatever man-crush they might feel for their own kin?
I once goaded a guy friend into admitting if he never ever had a man-crush in his entire life.. First off, he's a manly man and very straight, but he did admit he once find this child actor cute.. Creepy? Not for me.. My mind's not programmed to think a man homosexual just because he admires another man.. I dunno if you'll think of me as a pervert or something, but yuuri is as hot as yaoi for me..
What is the trigger factor for one to have a Certain Reaction Upon Someone's Heart(head, 'coz 'tis all in the mind, methinks)?
10.09.2005
The Skinny Pig
4 o'clock in the morning and still I can't sleep because of the stupid vodka I drank the night before.. I guess my alcohol tolerance level went down after almost 2 years of not boozing regularly.. I went to the "Evul Chatterboxxx" and met Notinlovewidyu.. She was all friendly to me and I flirt with gurls a lot, I even asked her if she wanna hookup with me when I go back to the Philippines.. The flirting will surely go on especially 'coz I feel somewhat numb up in my brain, until one of the chatters called her by her slightly real name.. And I know, that unique name's only possessed by this gurl, so I was all shocked and glad..
"An Demonyada!! (the demon-girl)" was what I typed when she confirmed if she's really who I thought she was.. The gurl without a consonant in her first name.. Zwhynny Aban.. Who would have thought that I would one day bump into her in the net? She was my cousin's cousin. She was B1 (or was it B2, B3, or B4) in our organisation, BSP-Roverettes of MNCHS (our secondary school).. She's one of the class clowns in my Ahya's batch.. She was the rumored to be hit and ran by a taxi and got comatosed, no thanks to our dear friend, Ronan.. And because of her, I met my very bestfriend, Joseph, but we call him by his nickname Noy..
We chatted and she updated me with the so-called greatest scam in Etabsam, the jueteng bomb that Sandra Cam dropped in the media, wherein 2 schoolmates, they were in one barkada and the other one's my cousin, were said to be involved along with their families, the Espinosa's and the Abapo's..
"Hearing" from this noisy gurl made me want to go home even more.. T_T
"An Demonyada!! (the demon-girl)" was what I typed when she confirmed if she's really who I thought she was.. The gurl without a consonant in her first name.. Zwhynny Aban.. Who would have thought that I would one day bump into her in the net? She was my cousin's cousin. She was B1 (or was it B2, B3, or B4) in our organisation, BSP-Roverettes of MNCHS (our secondary school).. She's one of the class clowns in my Ahya's batch.. She was the rumored to be hit and ran by a taxi and got comatosed, no thanks to our dear friend, Ronan.. And because of her, I met my very bestfriend, Joseph, but we call him by his nickname Noy..
We chatted and she updated me with the so-called greatest scam in Etabsam, the jueteng bomb that Sandra Cam dropped in the media, wherein 2 schoolmates, they were in one barkada and the other one's my cousin, were said to be involved along with their families, the Espinosa's and the Abapo's..
"Hearing" from this noisy gurl made me want to go home even more.. T_T
10.04.2005
Got nothing to do and saw Lucia's blog, naki-quiz na rin.. ^_^
| Your Seduction Style: Au Natural |
 You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you. |
| You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish |
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
| What Your Underwear Says About You |
 When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble! You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone. |
| You Are 60% Weird |
 You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks! |
| Your Kissing Purity Score: 46% Pure |
 You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well. |
9.27.2005
Love Is A Decision.. (daw)
"I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee there'll be one day when one or both of us would want to get out. But I also guarantee that if I do not ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life 'coz I know in my heart, you're the only one. "
Everybody was sighing as we watched Julia Roberts say these lines to Richard Gere in an unromantic setting-the balcony of a building in bustling New York City-in the movie Runaway Bride. A few scenes before that, it was Richard who said the same lines to Julia, likewise in an unromantic scenario, as they were talking about how people propose marriage. True enough, when we were teenagers it was a question which we loved to answer in slambooks.
It remains a topic that creates giggles and shrieks whenever friends talk about it. But does one really know what love is? We often mistake it for a crush, an infatuation or sometimes, even for the sheer joy in companionship. Sometimes, we think it's a feeling that we have when our hearts continue throbbing hard when we see that special person. Or when our knees start to shake and begin to weaken. But can anyone really define love? I don't think so, not even the ones who think they have felt it, or those who are feeling it, or those who hope they will feel it. Not even my philosophy teacher. Because love is not something that you don't define... it's a decision.
When you feel that you love one person, how can you tell that he or she won't feel the same way for the next person who comes along? Love is not a feeling, it's a decision. 'Coz, when it's a feeling, it is something that floats in theair, something you cannot touch or dare to comprehend.
Love, when it's a decision, makes it solid, makes it a commitment, makes it more lasting and more real. You can feel that you can be in love 20 million times in a day, but when you decide to be in love, you can only decide to be in love with one person once in your lifetime. You commit and you hold on to that decision. And when you turn your back on that decision, it means you were never in love in the first place.
Love should never fade. Because when it does, it means it's just an emotion. Love will never fade because a decision, once done, is something you stand up for and fight for-no matter what. What does "I love you" mean? Some peoplefind it easy to say the words but what really matter is being ready to stand up for it when you say those words. Are you ready to face all the consequences after saying those magical words?
If you can say "I love you" long after all the tough times, all the good times and after all the words that come hurting you, then the meaning of those words becomes real. Of course, I still believe in those words... but I myself am afraid to say them. I know there will come a time when I won't be afraid of those words coming out of my mouth. When I will be strong enough to fight for love again. And I can say the words "no matter what". Saying "I love you" is a major decision in one's life.
Those words should be sacred, should be kept in your heart until you are ready to commit, to fight for that feeling and to stand by those words. Is love a product of destiny? No, I believe there's no such thing as destiny. Thus, if love is a product of destiny, then you choose to love, you decide to love.
Your destiny is the path that you choose to take.
I guarantee that there will be tough times. Going back to the movieline that made everyone sigh: Yes, it is a decision to commit, it is a decision to love. And when you decide to love, you should realize that there will be tough times and there will come a time when you would want to get out.
And when you realize that love comes with all things good or bad, then you know what love really is.
But there is love...
Everybody was sighing as we watched Julia Roberts say these lines to Richard Gere in an unromantic setting-the balcony of a building in bustling New York City-in the movie Runaway Bride. A few scenes before that, it was Richard who said the same lines to Julia, likewise in an unromantic scenario, as they were talking about how people propose marriage. True enough, when we were teenagers it was a question which we loved to answer in slambooks.
It remains a topic that creates giggles and shrieks whenever friends talk about it. But does one really know what love is? We often mistake it for a crush, an infatuation or sometimes, even for the sheer joy in companionship. Sometimes, we think it's a feeling that we have when our hearts continue throbbing hard when we see that special person. Or when our knees start to shake and begin to weaken. But can anyone really define love? I don't think so, not even the ones who think they have felt it, or those who are feeling it, or those who hope they will feel it. Not even my philosophy teacher. Because love is not something that you don't define... it's a decision.
When you feel that you love one person, how can you tell that he or she won't feel the same way for the next person who comes along? Love is not a feeling, it's a decision. 'Coz, when it's a feeling, it is something that floats in theair, something you cannot touch or dare to comprehend.
Love, when it's a decision, makes it solid, makes it a commitment, makes it more lasting and more real. You can feel that you can be in love 20 million times in a day, but when you decide to be in love, you can only decide to be in love with one person once in your lifetime. You commit and you hold on to that decision. And when you turn your back on that decision, it means you were never in love in the first place.
Love should never fade. Because when it does, it means it's just an emotion. Love will never fade because a decision, once done, is something you stand up for and fight for-no matter what. What does "I love you" mean? Some peoplefind it easy to say the words but what really matter is being ready to stand up for it when you say those words. Are you ready to face all the consequences after saying those magical words?
If you can say "I love you" long after all the tough times, all the good times and after all the words that come hurting you, then the meaning of those words becomes real. Of course, I still believe in those words... but I myself am afraid to say them. I know there will come a time when I won't be afraid of those words coming out of my mouth. When I will be strong enough to fight for love again. And I can say the words "no matter what". Saying "I love you" is a major decision in one's life.
Those words should be sacred, should be kept in your heart until you are ready to commit, to fight for that feeling and to stand by those words. Is love a product of destiny? No, I believe there's no such thing as destiny. Thus, if love is a product of destiny, then you choose to love, you decide to love.
Your destiny is the path that you choose to take.
I guarantee that there will be tough times. Going back to the movieline that made everyone sigh: Yes, it is a decision to commit, it is a decision to love. And when you decide to love, you should realize that there will be tough times and there will come a time when you would want to get out.
And when you realize that love comes with all things good or bad, then you know what love really is.
But there is love...
9.11.2005
Songs That turn Me On 2 - Butterfly
second installment of songs that make me feel funny..
hope somebody will tell me this lines, will sure make my legs shake and go crazy.. *lol*
the title also reminds me of the Venus Butterfly© technique in giving a cunnilingus..
"Butterfly"
Crazytown
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Such a sexy,sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring
And I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill
Time is passing I'm asking could this be real
'Cause I can't sleep I can't hold still
The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal
I can feel too much is never enough
You're always there to lift me up
When these times get rough
I was lost now I'm found
Ever since you've been around
You're the women that I want
So, yo, I'm putting it down.
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're mypretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
I don't deserve you
Unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious then I guess it's true
But to tell truth, I really never knew 'til I met you...
See I was lost and confused, twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it
My lifestyle's sure wild I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files
So, yo, what' s happening now?
I see the sun breaking down into dark clouds
And a vision of you standing out in a crowd.
So, Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, comec come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Hey, sugar momma, come and dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me
Whatever tickles your fancy, girl it's you like Sid and Nancy
So sexy....almost evil talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read
But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead
You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase
And as far as I can see it don't get better than this
So butterfly, here is a song and it's sealed with a
kiss and a thank you miss.
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, so come and dance with me
Uhhhhh ha uhhh ha
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, come come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come my lady, come, come my lady
You're my butterfly, Sugarbaby
Come my lady, you're my pretty baby
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Uhhhhhh ha uhhhhhh ha
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, come and dance with me
How to do the Venus Butterfly©:
- tongue on the clitoris, licks it (preferrably tongue tornado)..
- index and middle finger inside the vagina tickling the frontal abdomen where the G-spot is located..
- ring finger caresses the anal opening, just outside, no need to insert it..
- free hand caresses either the navel or the breasts..
9.06.2005
Eduardo Verastigui
this hottie's from J. Lo's "Ain't It Funny" mv wherein he played the role of a gypsy man.. he's the reason why I like the peasant/gypsy style..
9.03.2005
The Dante Club by Matthew Pearl
took this quiz while in the middle of reading the said novel..very interesting historical fiction..mysterious and suspenseful..The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Very High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
9.01.2005
Beerdeh Pwesent
If 'tis your birthday and this is your present,
what will you do? How will you react?
*blink blink*
8.25.2005
I Miss Family Guy!!
'tis been 2 weeks since our cable provider shut their services for they are conducting their maintenance thingie. and I've been missing the new episodes of Family Guy.. waah!! all I do now is recollect the lines of my fave characters..
Peter Griffin (dimwit head of the Griffin household): (grabs mic at a fast food) Attention restaurant customers: Testicles. That is all.
Stewie Griffin (sarcasmeister baby who wanted to dominate the world and murder his mum): Just me, Stewie..just being myself.. Oh this? Just my package.. God delivered it, I signed for it, and the world keeps on spinnin', yeah..
Glenn Quagmire (Peter's perverted friend and neighbor who's also obsessed with Lois, Peter's wife): Hello, 911? It's Quagmire.. Yeah..it's caught in the window this time..
Peter Griffin (dimwit head of the Griffin household): (grabs mic at a fast food) Attention restaurant customers: Testicles. That is all.
Stewie Griffin (sarcasmeister baby who wanted to dominate the world and murder his mum): Just me, Stewie..just being myself.. Oh this? Just my package.. God delivered it, I signed for it, and the world keeps on spinnin', yeah..
Glenn Quagmire (Peter's perverted friend and neighbor who's also obsessed with Lois, Peter's wife): Hello, 911? It's Quagmire.. Yeah..it's caught in the window this time..
8.15.2005
Loving A Larger Woman
the following is an excerpt stroy in the novel Good In Bed by Jennifer Weiner..
Good in Bed is Bruce Guberman's monthly column in Moxie mag..
x x x x x
Loving a Larger Woman
by Bruce Guberman
I'll never forget the day I found out my girlfriend weighed more than I did.
She was out on a bike ride, and I was home watching football, leafing through the magazines on her coffee table, when I found her Weight Watchers folder -- a palm-sized folio with notations for what she'd eaten, and when, and what she planned to eat next, and whether she'd been drinking her eight glasses of water a day. There was her name. Her identification number. And her weight, which I am too much of a gentleman to reveal here. Suffice it to say that the number shocked me.
I knew that C. was a big girl. Certainly bigger than any of the women I'd seen on TV, bouncing in bathing suits or drifting, reedlike, through sitcoms and medical dramas. Definitely bigger than any of the women I'd ever dated before.
What, I thought scornfully. Both of them?
I never thought of myself as a chubby chaser. But when I met C., I fell for her wit, her laugh, her sparkling eyes. Her body, I decided, was something I could learn to live with.
Her shoulders were as broad as mine, her hands were almost as big, and from her breasts to her belly, from her hips down the slope of her thighs, she was all sweet curves and warm welcome. Holding her felt like a safe haven. It felt like coming home.
But being out with her didn't feel nearly as comfortable. Maybe it was the way I'd absorbed society's expectations, its dictates of what men are supposed to want and how women are supposed to appear. More likely, it was the way she had. C. was a dedicated foot soldier in the body wars. At five foot ten inches, with a linebacker's build and a weight that would have put her right at home on a pro football team's roster, C. couldn't make herself invisible.
But I know that if it were possible, if all the slouching and slumping and shapeless black jumpers could have erased her from the physical world, she would have gone in an instant. She took no pleasure from the very things I loved, from her size, her amplitude, her luscious, zaftig heft.
As many times as I told her she was beautiful, I know that she never believed me. As many times as I said it didn't matter, I knew that to her it did. I was just one voice, and the world's voice was louder. I could feel her shame like a palpable thing, walking beside us on the street, crouched down between us in a movie theater, coiled up and waiting for someone to say what to her was the dirtiest word in the world:fat.
And I knew it wasn't paranoia. You hear, over and over, how fat is the last acceptable prejudice, that fat people are the only safe targets in our politically correct world. Date a queen-sized woman and you'll find out how true it is. You'll see the way people look at her, and look at you for being with her. You'll try to buy her lingerie for Valentine's Day and realize the sizes stop before she starts. Every time you go out to eat you'll watch her agonize, balancing what she wants against what she'll let herself have, what she'll let herself have against what she'll be seen eating in public.
And what she'll let herself say.
I remember when the Monica Lewinsky story broke and C., a newspaper reporter, wrote a passionate defense of the White House intern who'd been betrayed by Linda Tripp in Washington, and betrayed even worse by her friends in Beverly Hills, who were busily selling their high-school memories of Monica to Inside Edition and People magazine. After her article was printed, C. got lots of hate mail, including one letter from a guy who began: "I can tell by what you wrote that you are overweight and that nobody loves you." And it was that letter -- that word -- that bothered her more than anything else anyone said. It seemed that if it were true -- the "overweight" part -- then the "nobody loves you" part would have to be true as well. As if being Lewinsky-esque was worse than being a betrayer, or even someone who was dumb. As if being fat were somehow a crime.
Loving a larger woman is an act of courage in this world, and maybe it's even an act of futility. Because, in loving C., I knew I was loving someone who didn't believe that she herself was worthy of anyone's love.
And now that it's over, I don't know where to direct my anger and my sorrow. At a world that made her feel the way she did about her body -- no, herself -- and whether she was desirable. At C., for not being strong enough to overcome what the world told her. Or at myself, for not loving C. enough to make her believe in herself.
x x x x x
Argh! Bull's eye! Dang! What if a guy does this to me? I'd probably torture him and make him beg to die.. What a sad jerk..though 'tis somehow touching..but he's still an asshole!
8.07.2005
The Wedding
'Tis my mum's uncle's silver wedding anniversary on the 11th but they renewed their vows yesterday at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church..
I had my hair updone in a local hair salon, not the one wherein they "murdered" my hair 3 days ago, had some locks as y'all can see they used a curling iron and lotsa hair spray on my "sutil" hair. I
did my own make-up, I made my eyes look bigger by doing the "smokey eyes" (heavily smudged eyeliner) and just put a light-colored lip gloss on my lips. It is a cardinal rule in applying make-up to only emphasize either your eyes or lips. Well, I had my own rule na if I'm gonna attend something that'll be held at night, I'll emphasize my eyes like what I did on the wedding anniversary, but if I'm going out in broad daylight, I hafta emphasize moi lips..
As you can see, my "butangera" arms are showing for I wore a black fettuccine-strapped, empire-cut dress, very similar to what the girl in Gavin deGraw's music video "Chariot" is wearing, including the pink brassiere though mine's fuschia. I was the only one in the church wearing black, but 'tis not what you wear that matters, 'tis who you wear!! Well, I wore Jones naman that night for my apparel, not bad of a choice, and for my footwear, I wore Hilfiger..
The wedding reception's not that tradional since 'twas only a renewal of vows.. All they did was the ever so popular L.A. Walk and the Chicken Dance in the wide Pacific Ballroom of the Anaheim Hilton Towers. No throwing of the garter nor throwing of the bouquet, though the bride gave it to me para ala na daw masyado kalat along with the other flowers in the reception hall and lotsa Kisses..
My feet ached that night too for I danced to my heart's content. I did the boogie, the twist, the swing, the foxtrot, the tango, the waltz, the LA walk, and of course, the chicken dance. I'm not a sweet dancer, so I didn't dare step a foot though I sang with Florence Aguilar, who graced the wedding with her presence, on my chair, in our table, to myself whilst taking a rest of course..
8.03.2005
Overly Made
3 days before the wedding and I had a make over
which I regret 'coz I look like a hooker, sheesh!!
7.20.2005
Losyang..
Been to my Cambodian friend's house today in Moreno Valley.
Kring and I paid her a visit to see how she is after giving birth last June 23rd..
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.
7.19.2005
A sexual poem concealed by Confucianism
the following composition is a tanka, a type of poem using a 5-7-5-7-7 measurement..
Midaregami
Yosano Akiko (1901)
Yawahadano atsuki chishioni furemomide sabishikarazuya michiwotokumono
Haru mijikashi nanni fumetsuno inochizoto chikaraaru chiwo tenisagurasenu
Yoruno choni sasamekitsukishi hoshino imawo gekaino hitono binnno hotsureyo
7.14.2005
Love Is Like Buying A Used Car by Mariel G. Calalo
***From The Author of Love is Like Shopping For Shoes ***
Love is like buying a car. Yes, my disposable income has increased from the time I wrote Love is Like Shopping for Shoes. Unlike before when I was willing to gamble PHP 2,000 pesos for a fabulous pair of shoes, I am now willing to gamble a much larger sum of money to buy myself my first car. I spent my weekend looking for a car that will suit me. I didn't realize that looking for a car that suits me is as complicated and as difficult as finding love.
First Consideration: Should I buy a brand new car or a used one? Buying used cars has become more and more popular for many reasons. Besides the fact that it is cheaper to buy used as opposed to new, auto manufacturers are making better quality vehicles. These better quality new cars in turn make better quality used cars. Used car buyers are now getting a more reliable, better-conditioned vehicle that will last much longer. The same thing in relationships, I guess. Being with someone who has gone through difficult times, who has experienced what it's like to love and let go of love, and understand the lessons he needed to learn from that phase of his life, makes him a better person in the long run. Experience is truly the best teacher and sometimes, the best way to learn and do better is to make that mistake and learn how to fix it. Expectations are much more realistic, and approach is much more flexible. However, being with someone who has not gone through such difficulties has it's advantages. He may not have the fears that a person who has experienced a broken heart may have. His judgement may not yet be clouded by traumatic experiences a second hand heart may have. But then again, he may have coffee caramel dreams and unrealistic expectations, which eventually will lead to disappointment, when not met.
Second Consideration: Assuming I will buy a used car, I need to know the used car's history. Used Car History is a must for any used car buyer. Plain and simple, you should not buy a vehicle from a dealer, friend or even family member without first doing a thorough check. Why you ask? Because it is the only way to find out if the vehicle has any serious hidden problems such as collision damage, odometer rollback, has been reconstructed or has persistent mechanical problems. In the same way, make a covert investigation why this heart is still out in the market. If he is such a good catch, how come no one has snagged him yet? Just like cars, he could have hidden defects. He could be another closet queen, or he has a serious work habit deficiency, or he's just plain obnoxious. You need to know why the second hand heart was given up by its previous owner. This precautionary measure can spare you tons of heartache and disappointments.
Third Consideration: Ratings and Reviews. Used car ratings prove that they are a wise, cost-effective alternative to buying new. The best way to figure it out is to read what the experts had to say about the cars you're considering. In relationships, listen to what your parents and friends say about this person. It's not really about letting other people decide for you, it's more like listening to what people outside of the relationship has to say based on their observations are. If your family and your friends have only good things to say about this person, then you're blessed. You must have made a good choice.
Fourth Consideration: Maintenance and Operating Cost. High maintenance or low maintenance? My greatest dream in life is to own an Mercedes Benz E230 in Silver Gray but realized that a single small part may costs me thousands of pesos for me to have it replaced. I did my research and aparently the more high-end your car is, the more money you need to spend on insurance and maintenance. As I grew older, my dream car has shifted to the Nissan Patrol. The last time I checked, the latest model of an A/T Nissan Patrol with leather interiors and its very own entertainment additions costs about 3.8 million pesos, excluding insurance and registration. I could try working myself to death to come up with 3.8 million pesos to acquire it, but is it really worth it? You see a girl with nice shiny black hair, poreless perfect skin, a ramp model stance, chic bag and high heels. Let me calculate for you. Hot oil, depending on which salon she gets it and length of her hair, could go as high as PHP 1,000. Microderm abrasion, PHP 1,400 per session. Glycolic peel, PHP 1,400 per session. Manicure, PHP 600. Pedicure and foot spa, PHP 800. Spa treatments, average of PHP 2,000 per week. Gold's gym membership PHP100,000 plus PHP 1,800 monthly. Monthly cosmetics and girlie supplies, average of PHP 5,000. The time you need to spend waiting for her to finish her girlie to do lists, an average of 4 hours per weekend. The miserable look on her boyfriend's face as he computes her spending while he waits for her, PRICELESS. The more high-end, the more you need to be willing to give more. High maintenance relationships, demand more and are more stressful.
Fifth consideration: Commitment. No one wants to drive a dust covered car. No one wants to drive a car that screams "please lang, paliguan mo naman ako." Are you willing to wake up at 5:30 am, just to bring your car to the car wash so you could be in the office for an 8:00 am meeting? Are you willing to wash it yourself? Are you willing to get your hands all dirty because you need to put grease in it's small parts just to prevent them from rusting? Are you willing to make time to make the relationship work? Are you willing to swallow your pride and be a little crazy sometimes just to make him feel cherished?These five important considerations have led me to this conclusion: I am not ready to have my own car. Not yet. I don't have the resources to maintain it. I don't have the commitment to ensure that it stays clean and well-maintained at all times. I don't have the enthusiasm to drive it everyday to the office. Someday, I'll probably have enough resources to buy and maintain the car I want, the enthusiasm to take care of it and the ownership to drive it. Until then, I probably would spend my time preparing myself for that day. = )
Love is like 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. = )
7.01.2005
Love Is Like Shopping for Shoes by Mariel G. Calalo
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a girl in possession of a mid-year bonus must be in search of the perfect shoes. People consider shopping as a complete waste of time... But for me, I have learned love's greatest lessons from shopping.
I consider Glorietta-Greenbelt-SM-Landmark chain of establishments as my home away from home. I practically buy most of the stuff there. Sales people in those shops where I buy my "kikay" stuff are practically on first name basis with me. If there is any part of shopping that I enjoy the most, it would be shopping for the shoes.
Shopping for shoes is something I consider sacred. Shopping for shoes requires commitment, commitment of your resources to get the best shoes your resources can afford. I like shopping for shoes alone because it gives me the freedom to choose the shoes without having to worry what people think about it. It gives me the freedom to decide based on my idea of a good pair of shoes, and not based on what other people think the perfect shoes should essentially have.
After months of waiting for the midyear bonus, I finally got it. Now it is time to pack my bag and head for my Glorietta to hunt for the perfect shoes. I don't plan to spend my entire bonus on shoes. I only wanted to buy one pair of black leather shoes... The pair I'm going to wear daily to the office. Hmmm, it should be sophisticated enough for the office and yet, comfortable enough for daily wear. I guess I have a fairly good idea of what I would like to buy. Since I normally wear pants to the office, a good pair of boots will do.
So I set off to the first shop I could find. I scanned the shop for the shoe I would like to buy. Well, no boots here but I sure fancy the mules. I just had to try them on... So I asked the sales lady for my size, fitted the shoe and walked in it back and forth. Well, the mule was sophisticated enough for the office but the heels are killing me. I can imagine myself wearing this but the thing is I can't wear it for a long time, how much more wear it daily? I knew this shoe was just not it. Moving on to the next shop, I found a great pair of black leather shoes, asked the sales lady for my size and fitted the pair. It's a great pair alright, but when I looked at the tag price... My budget will be busted. It's price is thrice of how much I currently have. It's a good pair but I think I can do without it, if it means busting my budget. A part of me feels bad because I think this is a good buy... But overspending isn't what I have planned for my shopping activity for this particular day. So I hop from shop to shop, finding shoes of different sorts, some of them almost the same as what I have in mind, but then something is not quite "it." I went back to some of the shops I went to a while back, fitted the same shoes I fitted before, thinking to myself that maybe I need to give these shoes a second look to convince me that I ought to buy them.
By 3:00 pm of that Saturday, I felt exhausted and frustrated. I wanted to buy a great pair and I just couldn't find one. It's either I totally don't like the style or the fit or I totally don't like the price. I told myself "just buy a pair! Whatever pair and go home!" For a minute, I wanted to agree with my sore feet. Yeah, maybe I should just buy a pair for the sake of buying, wear it once in a while and get on with my life. However, when I think about not getting my money's worth by buying something that would not completely fit what my idea of great shoe find would be... I just couldn't buy a shoe for the sake of buying.
Perhaps I haven't seen all the shops... Just when I was ready to give up and go home with a box of donuts instead of a box of shoes... There they were... A pair of black leather wedge boots... Great for slacks and denim... I knew I just had to try this pair. So again, I ordered for my size and fitted the pair. Yes! This pair is perfect. They're comfortable enough to be worn for more that 8 hours a day, sophisticated enough...
I checked the price... Hmmm, exactly fitting my budget criteria. I just knew the moment I fitted this pair that I just got to have them. I just knew that if I'd come back tomorrow in this shop and not find this pair, I'd be regretting it until the next bonus. I just need to purchase this pair... NOW.
Shopping for shoes is much like finding love. Don't try to fit it if you're not going to buy it. Don't buy it if you have reservations. Don't buy it when it's "almost but not quite." You judge the best pair based on your own criteria because you will be the one to wear it everyday. When you buy a pair of shoes, you need to be commited, at least, your feet should be committed to wear them, if needed, daily. And when you finally get the perfect pair, and you know you just can't do without this pair... Go for it before you actually regret it when somebody else buys that shoe.
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.
6.25.2005
Mr. Right = Perfect Bra
It's Victoria's Secret's semi-annual sale this week, once again, I'll be one of those women who will go to the VS stall in the mall in search for their bargain merchandise that will best suit my taste and budget.
As I've mentioned in my earlier posts, I have this uhm..fixation on bras, and I'd save my allowance just to buy myself these beautiful undergarments. As I rummage the already disarrayed pieces of brassieres, I rememebered the artik I wanted to write but always forget to do so because of some things happening in my life, i.e., my new job. Now that I have some spare time, I think I can now keep my promise to my fave Peyups columnist, that I would write something dedicated for her.
Months ago, I've stumbled upon Mariel G. Calalo's write-up about the Intergender Relationships that was featured in YOU, I liked it so I used a search engine to find some of her other writings. I found two related ones - "Love Is Like Shopping For Shoes" and "Love Is Like Buying A Used Car". The very first phrase that came into my mind when I read the titles was "What the fuck?!" but then, when I finished reading through it, I told myself, if Mariel (parang close eh noh?) can analogize love into buying and shopping, why not collate the right man to the right bra?
In my entry "The Cons of Having Big Cups", I jot down some points and experiences that triggered my frustration and fixation in brassieres. I still don't have that much disappointments in men because as you know, I'm still kinda callow, however, I have friends who are ripe enough to be picked and harvested and they do have these old one-two's. Anyhoo, like finding Mr. Right, shopping for the right pair of shoes, or buying a used car, finding the right bra [for us buxom ladies if you small uns aren't having the hard time in finding one] takes some considerations.
Whenever I shop for brassieres, the first thing I look for is the style and design. Now, style and design doesn't necessarily mean it should look pulchritudinous while you're holding it on your hands. Style and design for me means complimenting your body. Even if your left boob is assymetrical to your right boob, it would look perfectly symmetrical when you're wearing that piece of underclothing. Like Mr. Right, his superficial features might not be that interesting to look at by some people, but when you two are together, others perceive you as a match made in heaven, he compliments your characteristics as you compliment him.
Second thing is fitting and comfort. Now this one doesn't need a physicist to understand and do some equations just to prove why it's an important thing to consider. Having the right style and design (e.g. balcony bra with sidewire and underwire) doesn't equal to right fitting and comfort. I once bought this bra, it has side and underwires, it has this very sexy design but it flattens my boobies and the wires are poking me. Even if the size is just right around your chest, you should take the cups seriously too. A friend told me that wearing the right cup makes you breathe comfortably and enahances whatever you have. Like Mr. Right, he doesn't need to be too tall you'll end up having a stiff neck so you can look into his eyes.
And last but not least, the price and cost of owning one. Price is different from cost. When you buy something on the spot, with a tag on it, you're paying the price for owning it. In my sitch, I'm indulging myself to pay fifty bucks at most every once in a while to satisfy my need to buy. Apparently, aside from paying $50 or less, I still have to buy a 10 bucks per half a gallon liquid detergent soap to use for washing the brassiere because it has delicate texture, which will last for up to two months of continuous use. Albeit a bit pricey for a laundry soap, it will help lengthen the brassiere's lastingness.
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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.
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6.18.2005
Videogame Vixen of the Year
The pageant's on.. not to be biased but, I lurve Kurenai. Hitomi's hot too, in my standard..
6.13.2005
Chob Interview
I had a job interview in a moment's notice today. My scheduled interview's in 3pm and I was informed at 2pm, heheheheh!!! actually, sabit lang ako. so I went there with my bosom bud Kring, sha talaga 'yung ni-email about the job opportunity, in plain shirt and faded jeans na meh butas/tastas pa, and a face that looked like hell.
but, I still got the job, and Kring too, even if we're not properly dressed. we felt out of place nga kase yung mga kasabay namen are wearing ties and blazers, kame, lalo na ako, mukhang dugyot. :D I will be trained as a sales representative of the Vector Marketing Corporation this coming Thursday, 16th of June, to Saturday, the 18th. must be the neckline, heheheheh!!!
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!!!
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