Coming soon...

Too many blogposts... so little time...

I've got many things to share and hopefully I'll have enough time to write everything here!

I'll be posting some things pretty soon, once I've gone back down to earth. :)

patience my dear kiddies, patience...

Hindi ako naloko si Santa... (at ni yaya)

In response to Knight's blog question of the week: "Sino ang naloko si Santa Clause"

Did I ever believe in Santa? I have 4 older brothers, go figure! Those bastards always had a certain smirk on their faces every time my yaya tells me I should be nice so that I’d get a present from some jolly old fat guy.

A flying fat dude with gifts? Really yaya, really?

Side note: My yaya really did say that Santa flies… and I quote,

“oo, nakita ko sya kagabi, lumilipad, (sabay turo sa may garahe) tapos iniwan yang malaking istaf toy”

(now that I think about it, di kaya drug adik pala itong si yaya?)

Anyway, going back...

Basically, living in a household where I was the center of jokes and tricks, I kind of figured this whole “Santa business” was just some sort of trickery. (Now you know why I have trust issues… hehehe…)

I don’t remember writing any letters, but I do remember hanging my lacey white school socks near my window one Christmas eve. Not because I believed I’d get gifts from some mysterious entity, but because my brothers tipped me off that my dad will be putting new and crispy bills that year.

The following morning, though, instead of money, I got a letter saying:

“Over aged ka na. Wala ng rega-regalo.
Love, Santa”

which was obviously written by my dad.

Yeah, my very own parents used Santa’s name in vain just to pull my leg. Now you know where I got my sick humor.

it's that time of the month, maybe...

I'm not quite sure if I've posted this song before...
But tonight, it's the song that keeps playing in my head over and over again.

I Just Wasn't Made For These Times
(Sixpence None The Richer)

I keep looking for a place to fit in
where I can speak my mind
and I've been trying hard to find the people
that I won't leave behind

they say I got brains
but they ain't doing me no good
I wish they could

each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
but what goes wrong

sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

every time I get the inspiration
to go change things around
no one wants to help me look for places
where new things might be found

where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
what's it all about

each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
but what goes wrong

sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad
sometimes I feel very sad

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times

happy... :)

No One

I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it will only get better
You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don't worry 'cause
Everything is gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything is gonna be alright

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
You you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don't worry cause
Everything is gonna be alright
People keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything is gonna be alright

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
You you
Can get in the way of what I feel

I know some people search the world
To find something like what we have
I know people will try
Try to divide
Something so real
So till the end of time
I'm telling you there is no one

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Oh oh oh...
Oh oh oh...
Oh oh oh...

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lyrics from lyricsmode

Drenched Island

It's raining since last night until now...

Apparently, it's not just in our area.The entire island is under attack by those nasty rain clouds!

image snagged from NEA

I sure hope this won't be the case by Dec 26-31.

On hanging-up...

I hate it when I know that I have to hang-up the phone. It's like having a really awesome dream, only to be startled and later, disappointed, when someone wakes you up just when you're about to get to the good part.

I guess the only thing nice about the idea of hanging-up is that I'm certain that just before the call ends, I'll hear "bye! I love you..."

... and no dream can sound that good...

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I know, I know... yet another keso post... :)

What can I say… I have good taste in friends…

So I just recently came out to my friends, and some of them have even met the wonderful girlfriend. So far, I have received nothing but best wishes and support (and of course the usual mockery… oh, wait, the mockery part was just for jas!)

No one asked “why”, or “are you sure”, or any other insulting questions that would undermine who I am or the decisions I make. All of them were just happy for me.

I know I rarely say this, but to my good friends… THANK YOU!

It’s great to be loved and accepted by people like you.
(ang keso….)

i'm back on earth and I have a secret to tell!

Ok, so I've been lazy with doing updates on my blog... I've been pretty "high" lately, thus blogging is the least of my concerns... (ang taray ng bruha!?!)

So what's new with your 2nd-to-the-last favorite blogger?

Well, I just got back from the Philippines last weekend. I conveniently sneaked back into the country to have a few dates with my girlfriend.

Huwaaaaat????

Yes, ladies and gentlemen of the blogsphere...

I have a girlfriend. And I'm not talking about the "hey there, girlfriends!" type of girlfriend you have mani-pedi and hair braiding/curling sessions with.

Yeah, I know. Belated Happy National Coming Out day to you too! :)
(Incidentally, it's the same day as our anniversary... strange, but true!)

BEST.WEEKEND.EVER.

wala lang... :)

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....

wala lang...
excited lang...

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........

breathe... breathe....

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........

"What is this to you?"

Keith Olbermann's commentary of the passage of California's proposition 8 which banned gay marriage:



Now if only all the straight people of the world thought the way he did, wouldn't this be a more wonderful place to live in?

ma-keso ang araw na ito...

No Ordinary Love

This could have been just another day
But instead we're standing here
No need for words it's all been said
In the way you hold me near
I was alone on this journey
You came along to comfort me
Everything I want in life is right here
'Cause

Chorus:
This is not your ordinary
No ordinary love
I was not prepared enough
To fall so deep in love
This is not your ordinary
No ordinary love
You were the first to touch my heart
And everything's right again with your extraordinary love

I get so weak when you look at me
I get lost inside your eyes
Sometimes the magic is hard to believe
But you're here before my very eyes
You brought joy to my world
Set me so free
I want you to understand
You're every breath that I breathe

Chorus

From the very first time that we kissed
I knew that I just couldn't let you go at all
From this day on, remember this:
That you're the only one that I adore
Can we make this last forever
This can't be a dream
'Cause it feels so good to me

Chorus x2

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lyrics from lyricsdownload

walang paa...

... hindi ba yun ang ibig sabihin ng "footless" ???

apparently hindi lang yun... so says my word of the day

hhmmnn... are we running-out of English words that we had to reuse them for some other meaning and purpose?

Oh well, don't mind this post, it's footless!

Today is not a good day... :(

**sigh**

adik...

" Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me. "

---Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy

it's one of those days...

... I'm sad, pero di ko alam kung bakit. (yet another case of the crazies, perhaps? )

Marami naman akong dapat ikatuwa at ipagpasalamat...
And it's not even that time of the month, so I can't put the blame on hormones on this one!

Baka kase umuulan ng malakas?
Baka kase malamig dito sa server room?
Baka kase gusto lang mag-self-clean ng eyes ko?
Baka kase kelangan kong mag-post ng something dramatic every month sa blog ko?

*sigh*

Kelangan ko lang sigurong maglakad-lakad...

wala lang ulit...

Now
by MYMP

wala lang...

Now
by MYMP

Now is all I know
Now is all I got
And I don’t know
If there will be tomorrow for us.

Now is all I care about
Now that you are here
Now that you’re the contents of my heart.

Now you’re all I know
Now is all I promise
And I don’t know
If there will be a future for us.

Now is all I live for
Now that you are near
And it was best that from the start it was clear.

Refrain:
Loving is not owning
We can let it go
We can let it go.

Loving is not owning
You can let me go
You can let me go.

Chorus:
There’s a reason
Why we love each other now
And we don’t know if this is forever.

There’s a reason
Why we are together now
And we don’t care if it’s not forever now.

Now is all I think about
Now that I am happy
And I’m not sure
If there will be a future for us.

Now is all I offer
It’s everything I got
And I still wish
That there will be a tomorrow for us.

(Repeat Refrain)
(Repeat Chorus)
Ad Lib
(Repeat Refrain)
(Repeat Chorus except last word)
(Repeat Chorus)

Coda:
We love each other now…

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lyrics from music and lyrics ph

procrastination can be bad for you and your guitar's health...

Today's a typically boring Sunday. I actually have a ton of chores to do like cleaning-up my room, fixing my closet, and buying some groceries, but it's raining heavily outside. (connection?, hold your horses, here it goes...)

This kind of weather just makes me want to lay around and slither ever so slowly around the house. Rainy days and sunny days have this effect on me. Which basically means I am always lazy! :)

Ever the great procrastinator, instead of starting today's task, I decided to do other "unlisted" things today. So basically everything I DON'T need to do, I opted to do... I'm just crazy like that.

After lunch, I ate a caramel bar at the slowest possible pace. The way I was nibbling it would make a mouse die of hunger (or impatience, which ever comes first). I also read a newspaper... LAST WEEK'S newspaper, at worst! And to seal the deal on how boring this day is, I watched *gasp* the History channel!

After watching "Lost Worlds: Herod the Great" on History Channel, I snapped out of my trance and realized that I just wasted a good few hours of my life. (But at least now I know that Herod has built the most lavish and most advanced bath houses known in ancient times... Now if only I can use this knowledge to rule over the world?!)

Still looking for useless things to do, I saw my guitar standing innocently in one corner. I decided that I should play around, and by play around I mean, make really annoying noises.

Everything sounded terrible, and thus only 2 possibilities:
1. The guitar is not tuned properly.
2. I suck.

As my big ego is keeping me warm from all of these cold and rainy weather, I decided that it's reason #1.

So reciting my "Eddie Ate Dynamite, Good Bye Eddie" code over and over, I miserably attempted to tune my guitar.

"Eddie Ate Dynamite, Good Bye Eddie" is the code I use to tune the strings of a guitar. Each letter corresponds to the note of each of the strings. E is for the top most, thickest string, A, the second, D, the third, and so on. I'm pretty sure there are more non-violent codes out there, but I am obviously sticking to this one! :)

As I was about to finish tuning the last "Eddie" string, I heard a very familiar sound... Oh shoots!!! I snapped the string?!?! (am I really that violent??)




Oh great... Now I have to find my spare strings and change the one I snapped. Now I have to do something I actually NEED to do! darn it!!!

After a few minutes of tossing stuff out of my closet and drawers, I finally found my spares:



After re-stringing, I tried playing again, but it was still horrendous, which, again, gives us 2 possibilities:
1. The other strings hate the new one.
2. I really suck.

I love myself too much to admit to #2, so here's what I think:



The other strings just hate the new one's guts.

So now I gonna have to re-string the whole damn thing! And oh, yeah, my room is still in disarray (especially, after searching for the spare strings) and now I'm hungry and I have nothing to eat since I haven't bought any groceries yet! And it's still pouring outside!

Lesson learned (aside from random facts about Herod) :
STOP PROCRASTINATING!!!
(OR stop tuning your guitar and admit that you suck :) )

:)

Just a smile
by Barbie Almalbis

I wanna tell you everything, easily
Won't you come up closer
I want to, hear you breathe

I'm walking down the street
I'm lost at sea
But out of the crowd you smile
And you're all I see

You make me feel like I,
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky
When you save the day
With just a smile
Just a smile

I wanna meet you someday soon
'Cause I know you're in my mind
Everything will be different
When I have you right beside

You can take the whole wide world
With your charm
But even as you pull me close
I won't just stay in your arms

You make me feel like I,
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky,
When you save the day,
With just a smile

Well it's for you and everyone
I thought I've searched the world in vain
Now look at me
And the search is done
We will never be the same
Not the same.

You make me feel like I
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky
When you save the day
With just a smile

Oh you make me feel like I
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky
When you save the day
With just a smile

Just a smile, a smile
Just a smile

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funny how the simplest of gestures can make the whole day seem so much better... :)

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lyrics from Lyred

test of patience?

well, the night is officially over...

*sigh*

Graaaabe....

I've never heard this song before until last night. Let me just say, ang galing ng pagkaka-kanta... Nanlambot talaga tuhod ko sa ganda. (either that, or it's yet another sign of old age! :) )

The lyrics is cheezy, sure... but hell, you should have heard the way it was sung!

After the song, I only managed to say one word: "Graaabe..." **sigh**


Make Me Whole

Darling I want you to listen
I stayed up all night, so I can get this thing right
And I don't think there's anything missing
Cause a person like you, made it easy to do
I've waited for so long, to sing to you this song

Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You're the other half that makes me whole
You're the only other half that makes me whole

I think the angels are your brothers, yeah
They told you about me, said you're just what she needs
And I find myself thanking your mother
For giving birth to a saint
My spirit flies when I say your name
If there's one thing that's true
It's that I was born to love you

And your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You're the other half that makes me whole
You're the only other half that makes me whole

You make my dreams
Come true over and, over again
And I honestly truly believe
You and me are written in the stars
I live my whole life through
Just giving thanks to you

Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You're the other half that makes me whole
You're the only other half that makes me whole

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Graaaabe...

Yey! Monday na naman! :)

Yey! 1 hour na lang...
Monday na naman!

*believe it or not, this is actually NOT a sarcastic entry...
I am actually happy that it's Monday soon!

Happy Monday!

:)

Sinful Sunday Meal : McDo Japanese-Style!

It's been a long time since I bought anything from McDonald's. Blame "Supersize Me" for that... hehehe...

But this morning I saw a TV ad for the new McDonald's Filet-o-Fish with Wasabi, plus Wasabi-flavored McShaker fries... OMG!!! Did they just say the magic word??? WASABI!!!

Given that I have only one meal of the week wherein I can eat anything I want without counting the amount of calories and fat, I decided to give-in to temptation and waste my "sinful sunday meal" card on McDonald's:

The tasty evil that is the Wasabi Filet-O-Fish meal w/ Wasabi McShaker fries

I LOVE WASABI! (me, and probably 5 other people around the world. Oh, yeah, and the Japanese too!) Probably the only reason why I love sushi so much is because I have a reason to eat Wasabi! (Crazy eh?)

Wasabi is the "kind of spicy" that doesn't stay in your mouth like chili. Once you put it in your mouth, it explodes! You feel the sensation all the way to your nostrils, and it may leave you with a few tears once in a while. But after that, it's as if nothing happened?!

So, like a little forgetful goldfish, you go ahead and have a taste again, thinking... "Hmmn... Have I tasted the Wasabi yet?" Then BAM! "Oh, THAT's the WASABI!" And then the cycle goes on and on until you run-out of Wasabi or your brain evaporates out of your ears. (whichever comes first!)

Yes, Wasabi... It's for the sadomasochist goldfish in each and every one of us...

Tabemasho!!!

Thank you...:)

Thank you
by Dido

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

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lyrics from lyrics007.com

Yes, we need money, but for the mean time, we need more bytes!

As a programmer, don't you just hate it when you declare a variable, thinking "who needs a double, when a float can suffice?!", only to be shocked by an unexpected (and hard to find) bug later?

Apparently, such nuisances are not just for programmers:

Day 17 : "Official"

I think I like that word too...

Life Lesson : Don't Overthink an Opportunity

Don't hesitate...
Don't second-guess...
Don't think you're unworthy...
Just leap!!!

Day 16 redux : LOVE

I don't like using big words.
Love is a big word.

And yet here I am in this entry, writing it in all caps...

So what's my point? Wala lang... :)

Day 16: "too much"

There's no such thing as too much of a good thing...

Rewrite Day 15: "Like"

I like the word "like".


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It's a good day after all...
Screw the zippers! Tataya ako sa lotto!!! :)

Day 15: The screw-up

sigh... Screwing-up never felt this bad... :(

It's a good day, til your zipper decides otherwise!

This was supposed to be a good day. It started off so well...

I woke up pretty early. I have FINALLY picked-up the granola bars that I've been planning to bring to the office since last week. For the first time since we moved to Yew Tee, I was able to get a seat in a very crowded MRT train this morning. There were no smelly MRT-mates all the way through! I had no new issues when I checked my email in the office. And to top it all off, I got a very wonderful "good morning!" message in YM. (Now that in itself makes this a great day!)

I was actually reflecting on buying lottery tickets, that's how great I feel about this day!

Then I went to the comfort room to do #1. (strange story transition, I know). Just as I was about to put on my pants, I realized that the zipper is suddenly not working. Holy WTF! And of all days, I decided to wear a top that's not long enough to cover the front of my pants! And by the way, I also don't have a long jacket I can wear to cover it. Wow, perfect combination!

So basically, there I was in a semi-dark little CR cubicle, contemplating on how to go about this tragedy of sorts. Since walking around in the office without pants on is generally not a good idea (or so I've been told), I have to think of something.

I went out of the CR as slowly as possible, not wanting to disturb my pants. I'm pretty sure the nuns in my old highschool would be so proud of the way I was walking.

Oh yeah, did I mention that the CR is freakin' far from my seat?!

I think it took me about 5 minutes to reach my seat. I swear, a turtle could have beaten me to it hands down. I was able to fully appreciate the details of our corridor walls as I was walking ever so painfully slow.

Once I reached my seat, I got my bag hoping I still have my stash of safety pins. I used to carry a lot in case of emergency. I started carrying them since Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction" (not that I expect Justin Timberlake to rip-off my top one of these days... but shit happens, right?)

Anyway, going back: I was left with only one safety pin?! One measly safety pin to hold my pants together... Great! Just great!

Screw the lottery tickets, I might as well be hit by a speeding turtle today!

I f*ing hate zippers...

Sign of old age?

My back hurts... :(

I almost forgot... it's October 8

Do I still think about you?
rarely

Do I wish we were still together?
no, not anymore

Do I hope you're happy with your life?
yes, always.

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Happy would-be anniversary.

No Sir, That’s NOT an elevator button…

I was on the MRT on my way home tonight. As the train stopped one station before my stop, a drunken Indian guy moves near the train doors to alight. While the door was opening, he reached for the Emergency Button near the door and then leaves the train as if he has done nothing absolutely absurd. (not to mention illegal)

The train captain issued a public announcement, prompting whoever pressed the button to speak on the intercom to relay whatever the "emergency" is. A few seconds later, 2 MRT officials went in to check the train and obviously found nothing.

This is the first time I’ve seen this happen, and I doubt this kind of this happens often.

But the really weird thing was NO ONE reacted AT ALL. No one was pissed-off, no one scratched their heads, and more importantly, no one laughed (well, except for me)

What the hey?! My MRT rides are becoming weirder by the day...

Overanalyzing "Interesting"

When some tells you that something is "interesting", what exactly do they mean?

I remember watching a talk show the other day, wherein the featured guest was whipping-up some desserts. One of them was toasted bread with cheese and chocolate. I know, it's an odd combination, but according to the guest, it's her childhood comfort food. 

As the host of the show tasted the "dessert", she said "Ok, that was... interesting..." Looking at her reaction, I think the words she was searching for were "Ok, what the hell did I just put in my mouth?!"

So when someone tells you that you are "interesting", what exactly are they trying to say? Does that mean you're weird enough to be entertaining? Does it mean you actually sound like someone with sense? Or does it mean you taste like toast with cheese and chocolate in a what-the-hell-are-you-doing-inside-my-mouth kind of way??

I know, too much overanalyzing in one day... sigh...

sa palagay ko lang...

mas masarap ang manga kesa sa apple...

yun lang... bow!

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mango cake, anyone?

Re-test! And this time, with feelings...

Given my dissatisfaction over my "Friends quiz" result, I retook the test, and this is what I got:


Hmmmn...
I think something's wrong, but somehow it feels right... :)

(I love mocking personality tests... :) )

Really now?

I saw a "Which Friends Character Are You?" quiz in a friend's "private" blog, so I decided, what the hell... I like the series, so let's try it!

And my result was a whaaaaat???

Which Friends Character Are You?
	You are Chandler. You're funny and that's why people like to have you around. You're also a great friend, and when someone you care about is in trouble, they know to come to you for some level-headed advice followed by some sharp sarcasm.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

I'm BING??? WTF?! Really?
Should I walk around now saying "Hey Pheebs, what's up?"

BING???... Really???

So many Vaginas, so little time

If there is one thing I regret while watching the Vagina Monologues, it was that I did not count the number of times the word “vagina” was mentioned from the very start of the play. Roel even mentioned he wished he had a clicker just to keep count.

They probably said "vagina" more than I google my own name. (which is A LOT, including the quoted and unquoted variations.)

Most of the lines and stories were brilliant, tragic, witty, and most importantly, true. I guess the best way to impart the play is to share with you the lines I liked from it:

"It sounds like an infection at best, maybe a medical instrument: 'Hurry nurse, bring me the vagina!'"
This was from a group act about society’s disdain for saying the word “Vagina”. I myself feel uneasy typing it here.

"Hair is there for a reason - it's the leaf around the flower, the lawn around the house...You have to love hair in order to love the vagina"
This was part of a woman’s monologue about her hate of shaving her privates. Although it’s funny because of the actress’ delivery, the story is actually quite tragic, as her husband is cheating on her, citing her inability to satisfy him sexually as the reason. (including her refusal to shave her privates).

"He stayed looking for almost an hour as if he were studying a map, observing the moon, staring into my eyes, but it was my vagina."
This was from a dignified elderly woman who never saw her vagina as something that was part of her or that was beautiful. Out of shyness, she doesn’t even say the word “vagina”, but instead forms a “V” with her index and middle finger (like a peace sign) each time she is referring to it. Her view of the vagina changed when as a young woman, she met Bob, who wanted to “see” her, and appreciated how beautiful ALL of her was.

I shall never see the peace sign the same way again…


"What would it wear? An electrical shock device to keep unwanted strangers away."
This was one answer from a woman when asked "if your vagina can wear anything, what would that be?"

“The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure...It has twice the number of nerves as the penis... why have a handgun when you've got a semi-automatic?”
This was an audio-visual presentation, educating the people about the lady-parts. The gun analogy made the audience really laugh out loud.


"My vagina's angry. It is. It's pissed off. My vagina's furious and it needs to talk."
This was from a woman ranting about tampons and other vaginal products, and her OB-GYN's "cold" equipment, that are all harsh and unworthy of a woman’s vagina.

"She transformed my sorry-ass Coochie Snorcher and raised it into a kind of heaven." [insert heavenly music]
This was from an abused girl who thought her vagina was an abomination, given all the tragedy she went through. But her negative view about her vagina and her sexuality changes after her one-time encounter with her lesbian (and muy caliente!) neighbor. This part is actually acted on stage, although the kiss was obviously fake. This is lesbian scene#1.

"My short skirt believe it or not has nothing to do with you"
This was from a chorus of women in short skirts recounting the reasons they like to wear skirts, which basically sums up to wearing it for themselves and not for anyone else. They strip at the end (not fully, we are still in Singapore, afterall!)

Speaker: "CUNT, say it! CUNT!"
Audience: “CUNT” (very softly)
Speaker: “Ok, first two rows now! Say CUNT!”
Audience: (after much laughter) “CUNT!”
Speaker: “You, sir, please say cunt” (points to a gentleman in the audience)
Gentleman in the audience: “CUNT!” (with much bravado)
Speaker: “Oh! Very good! You owned it, sir!”
This is from an audience interaction where in the speaker reclaims the word “cunt”, and encourages the audience to say the word out loud... VERY FUNNY!

I could no longer remember the other brilliant lines, and also could not find them online.

I also skipped the tragic story of the transgendered woman, and the group of 4 women who received abuse from their husbands. (Just too tragic for my blog.)

There was also a part with shameless product placement. One of the sponsors of the play was Vagisil (a feminine wash, I think). The product was mentioned several times during the part where in the actresses were portraying school girls recounting their first menstrual period while throwing sanitary napkins at the audience (unused ones, of course)

Near the end, there was also a scene depicting the various ways of moaning. This was some sort of “educational workshop” from a lesbian sex worker (who only has women for customers). This is lesbian scene#2. It’s not as hot as #1, but educational, nonetheless. I’m sure the gentlemen in the audience learned a lot from this.

You really have to watch the play in order to appreciate it fully.

If these lines where not enough to convince you, this might change your mind:
On the right side of the stage was a pole, which gives you a pretty good idea why it’s there… (no, not firemen, you silly, naïve children…), it’s a stripper pole!!! :)

Yes, out of nowhere, with no apparent reason, a scantily clad, voluptuous woman pole dances on stage. Oh, boy, did she work that pole like no one’s business!?! It is beyond me why she’s suddenly there doing that, but I am not complaining. I am quite sure NO ONE was. Should there be any complaints, it’s probably that it wasn’t long enough…

I guess that’s it. I really do recommend that you catch this play!

And incase you’re wondering, there’s a total of 18 “vagina”'s in this blog entry.

Talking Vajayjays

No, this is not another gym horror story about naked women.

I'm talking about the play The Vagina Monologues. (Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine writing the word "vagina" in my blog. Suddenly, I feel like we can talk about anything now...)

The Vagina Monologues poster

I was alerted by a friend that the show will open in Singapore on Oct1 and will run until the 12th. Soon as I knew, I made sure I had one Saturday free to watch it.

So with my dude friend, Roel (yes, I got a dude to watch it with me.) we braved the theater hall and prepared our senses for what promises to be the year's sexiest play.

Before entering the main theater, there were ladies there selling the programme and some sort of notebook/organizer, whose proceeds would go to AWARE, a women's rights group. Given that they mentioned the cause, we felt "compelled" to help out, especially me, since I'm a woman... I mean, what kind of woman would not want to support women's rights?! (Why are women so good at emotional blackmail?)

3SGD for the advancement of Women's Rights (ka-presyo lang ng chicken rice!)

Anyway, so what about the play? It was AWESOME!!!

There are just so many things to write about, and I'm shit tired right now. But I promise to write as much as I can, and post as soon as possible. Be warned, though, as there will be a lot of things in that entry which would make catholic nuns blush tomato-red...

If you intend to watch the play, expect witty lines, toys (the ones not made for kids), hand mirrors, flying sanitary napkins, a lot of moaning, pole dancing, a four-women striptease, child birth, lesbian encounters (not 1, but 2!), "useful" facts, tragic stories, and very, very good advices.

Aren't you just excited? :)

Aha! So the world loves me afterall...

On my way home after watching the amazing play, "The Vagina Monologues" with Roel (details to be blogged later), I realized I will be passing by several malls. And you know what that means... "Ring the church bells, light your torches, and carry your pitchforks, villagers! We're going shoe-hunting!"

I am dead set and fully committed to finding my red rubber shoes! I want it, and by all means, I'm gonna run soon wearing it!

I did a quick round-up of the shoe stores I know around Orchard Road(yes, as in the street full of malls), but still, it was not there. But still keeping my head held up high, I rode the train to my next destination. After a few more MRT stations, I stopped by Ang Mo Kio's AMK Hub.

By this time, my feet was already killing me. As this was an unplanned shopping trip, I wasn't wearing comfortable shoes. In fact, I was wearing boots with 2-inch heels. Shopping while even in heels? Now that's what I call commitment to a cause! (and what some others would call "stupidity" and "foot-murder")

But in spite of all the chivalric sacrifices, (and the possible future varicose veins I'll be getting out of this) the red Reebok crosstrainer is still nowhere to be found...

But as if life was teaching me a lesson on "everything happens for a reason", while on my way out of one of the stores in AMK hub, something caught my eyes and suddenly, everything was in slow-motion:

[enter Roberta Flack's sultry voice] The first time, ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes...

There it was, sitting oh-so-pretty in the "featured shoe" section... Nike's RED Free Dynamic TR Trainer 7.0 II Presto MD (who knew shoes have names this long??)

Given my past failures (since my feet is too freakin' small!!!) I was quite skeptic about this. I asked the salesguy if they have my size. After checking their stocks, he handed me the smallest pair of shoes he got from storage. I tried both on, and walked around the store. It felt good... (probably because my feet was already aching from my boots!)

After a few rounds of walking, without much fanfare, I told him I'll get it. This, I think surprised the both of us. Me, because I don't even know the price yet, and him, because no woman decides THAT fast!

(pictures snatched from another website I forgot, I'm too tired to take pictures of my own...sorry)

Yes, it's blaring red. So what?!

I'm happy...

Lack of common courtesy just saddens me...

I went to Subway today to have lunch before going to the National Library to watch a play. As usual, there were a lot of people eating, but I was fortunate enough to share a table with a stranger.

While having my all-time favorite Vege-delight sandwich (minus the olives), I noticed an Indian couple looking around for a place to seat. Thing is, all of the people seated in their places were still eating. All, except for two people sitting in one table.

There was a four-seater table which was being monopolized by these two. What's worse was they have obviously finished eating for quite some time now. They've even finished up their big-ass jumbo drink! They just sat there, chit-chatting like no one's business.

For a good 10 minutes, the chit-chatty couple just sat there while the Indian couple just stood, probably frustrated that they can't eat their now not-so-hot-anymore Subway sandwiches. Until finally, some other table cleared up, and they're finally able to eat.

How freakin' sad is that?!

I know there are a lot of people who hate it when some other people are standing near them, waiting for their table WHILE they are still eating. I'm in fact, one of them. I don't appreciate being watched while I eat, waiting to see if they can now get my table. I paid to eat here as well, so let me finish my meal!

But if you're already VERY through eating and you know for a fact that some other hungry person needs your table, for the love of all things good, move your ass off the chair and let these people eat!

You know what's even more sad? As I passed by the chit-chatty couple's table on my way out (yes, I've finished eating but they're still there), I heard them talking. This is when I discovered that they were Pinoys!

Tsk...tsk... I was always under the impression, and in fact proud, that our Filipino culture has always been innately courteous... I guess it's not always the case...

Sad, just sad.

Why do you hate me, world?

I've mentioned in a previous post that I was eyeing a pair of red crosstrainers from Reebok. After much internal debate and introspection, I've finally made up my mind. I'll buy it. So screw you world! Judge me all you want, but still I'm wearing red shoes! (jeez, why am I so angry? hehehe...)

So I went to the mall last Wednesday, since it was a holiday (and what better way to spend holidays than shopping for shoes? :) )

I went into the store where I initially saw the shoes. Much to my surprise, it's no longer in display. I asked the salesguy if they still have the shoes I was looking for. He gave me this really weird look as if I was asking if they were selling unicorns.

So fine. I opted to just look for other options. After looking around the store, I managed to select a few shoes I really liked. But guess what, they're all from the men's section, and thus no size smaller than 7?!

As I am the type of person who really does not give up, especially in the name of good shoes, I looked around other stores, but still ended up with the same dilemma.

Persistence is key, so I checked out other malls. Not 1, not 2, but 4?! Can you believe it? Who's psychotic enough to do this for shoes?! But unfortunately, my craziness did not reap fruits (when has it ever??). It's still the same problem over and over again.

So here's my beef, people:

1. How come all the cool designs are in the men's section?

2. How come there are no size 6 in the men's section. I'm pretty sure there are men out there that have small feet (although I'm not so sure if they're willing to admit that... if you know what I mean...**wink **wink)

3, How come I don't have big feet?!!

Tell me world, why?! Why don't you want me to have good shoes?!

(and again, why am I talking to the world?)

Did I hear anyone mention big feet and red shoes?

Yeah, even a f*ing creepy clown is mocking me...
Why world? Why?!?!

Sushi anyone?

Last night, I decided to make something different. Since I am a big fan of Japanese food, I decided to make sushi for myself. :)

Here are my ingredients:

1. Nori

2. Fillings: Cucumber, Scrambled Egg(w/ soy milk), Mock Crab

3. Sushi Rice. You may get the info on how to make it in youtube. (what else can't you find in youtube??)

After painstakingly wrapping the sushi, here's the final product:

Tabemasho!

"siguro..."

that word made my day! :)

Take that Ronald McD!

Still basking in my glorious victory over last night's dinner experiment, I decided to cook lunch today. Since I was craving for Egg McMuffins the other day, I opted to make my own version.

So I bought a pancake mix, low fat butter(oxymoron?), and some eggs.

I won't go into details on how pancakes are cooked... Even little kids know how to do that. And I'm betting some kids are actually better at it than me!

So after messing up the kitchen, this is the end product:

The one on the left is not a pancake, it's actually a sunny-side-up egg... Hey! Don't judge my egg!!! I flipped the egg several times to make sure the yolk was cooked and not the liquidy-type, so that I'd be able to get that Egg-McMuffin effect.

The final product:

My potty-mouthed pancake w/egg VS. Ronald McDonald's Egg McMuffin

How did it taste like? Hmmnn... Ano nga ulit number ng McDonald's delivery???

Success!!!

After several attempts at cooking, I have finally concocted something I would really eat in real life!!! :)

First, let me show you my previous attempts:

Vege-meat Mechado. Thank God I was really hungry that lunch time, otherwise, I would not have eaten this.

Mixed vege with scrambled eggs and low-calorie crackers. I undercooked the vegetables... I now know what herbivore animals feel when eating... and it's NOT good.

So basically lunchtime for me was self-inflicted torture. I'm actually beginning to think I subconsciously hate myself. Why me, why are you doing this to me???

But last night, I decided to cook dinner. Not wanting to eat rice, I decided to experiment with noodles. So scrapping our fridge for anything that can go together in a dish, this is what I got:

Ingredients:
1 pc vege-meat sausage, sliced
2 pc vege-meat squid, sliced
1 tablespoon vegetarian tom yum paste
2 baby carrots, sliced
shredded chinese cabbage
minced onion
minced garlic
bean vermicelli noodles
1/2 cup water

Instructions:
Soak the noodles in water for 10minutes. Stir-fry the garlic, onion, carrots. Add the vegemeat. Once the onion is nearly translucent, add the noodles. Stir and constantly add the water to make sure the noodles does not stick to the pan. Add the chinese cabbage. Add the tom yum paste. Stir until the paste is fully integrated in the mix. If everything seems to look like they're cooked (my only basis... hehehe..) stop the stove.

And walla... this is what I got:

It may not look good in this picture, but damn! It was AWESOME!!!

Sorry for doubting you, me. I now know how much you love me, me.

Dinner was f*ing awesome!!!

Adik sayo... :)

I had dinner with my office buddies last night at Fish and Co. in Penang Road. There was a live band who was singing some English songs. Much to my surprise, after a few songs, they sang Rivermaya's You'll Be Safe Here. Cool... Sikat pala sya dito. (although parang ang tagal na nitong kanta)

Wala lang, just thought I'd mention. :)
Nag-iisip lang ako ng reason para mag-post ng Rivermaya lyrics... hehehe :)

Hinahanap-hanap Kita
by Rivermaya

Adik sayo
awit sa akin
nilang sawa na sa ting
mga kwentong marathon

tungkol sayo
at sa ligayang
iyong hatid
sa aking buhay
tuloy ang hanap ng isipan koy ikaw

chorus
sa umaga sa gabi sa
bawat minutong lumilipas
hinahanap-hanap kita
hinahanap-hanap kita
sa isip at panaginip
bawat pagpihit ng tadhana
hinahanap-hanap kita
hinahanap-hanap kita

sabik sayo
kahit maghapon
na tayoy magkasama
parang telesine
ang ating ending
hatid sa bahay nyo
sabay goodnight
sabay may kiss
sabay bye-bye

chorus
pilit ko mang ikay limutin
lagi kong natatagpuan
ang iyong tinig at awitin
twing sasapit ang ulan
mga linggo pang pinagsamahan
para bang nalimot na
ng yong pusong biglang lumisan
may kapiling ng iba

chorus
sa skul sa flag cerem
hanggang uwian araw-araw
hinahanap-hanap kita
hinahanap-hanap kita
at kahit na magkaanak kayot
magkatuluyan balang araw hinahanap-hanap kita
hinahanap-hanap kita

It's a girl!

My brother's wife just gave birth to a pretty little girl!

Balita ko kamukha ko daw, so I'm guessing that's a good thing! (but then again lahat naman ng babies magkakamukha pag bagong panganak...) nyahahaha...

Ito nga lang ang masaklap.... ka-birthday ni Jas! tsk...tsk... (joke lang Jas!!!)

Baka next year pa sila umuwi ng Pinas from Canada, so hopefully, by that time, maka-uwi din ako para makita ko ang pang-5 kong pamangkin... Grabe, ang dami na ng magmamano sa akin!

I'm old!!!

mukha na ba akong baliw?

Bigla na lang akong nangingiti minsan habang nakaupo sa harap ng laptop ko...
Baliw na ata ako... :) (what's new?)

I can't seem to wipe the smile off my face until now...

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You make weekdays something to look forward to... :)

Uy! Sandwich!

As I was walking towards the MRT station after alighting our company shuttle, I heard steps from someone running behind me. Before I knew it, the person was already beside me and tapped me on the shoulder. It was a girl that somehow looked awfully familiar but I can't quite remember from where.


Cute girl: kilala mo pa ako?

Me: (Oh, boy... I'm so afraid you asked...) Hmmmn... Teka! Taga-NSP ka dati?!

Cute girl: yup!

Me: (Magpapakatotoo na ako...) ano ulit name mo?

Cute girl: Mona...

Me: Ah! Yung Sandwich?! (a moment to contemplate how stupid I sounded saying that...)

Me: Ah..er...madalas kong pilahan yung sandwich mo dati nung nag-Cebu kami...

Cute girl: Ah? talaga? (probably weirded out by the fact that sandwiches brought more smile to my eyes than remembering her...)

Yes, Mona, the girl with kick-ass sandwiches is the latest addition to our growing ex-nsp family here. She just started last week.

I wonder if she'll be selling sandwiches in our office too...
Hmmmnn... sandwich..... (drool...)

out of the closet...and into the runway...

I have a confession to make, and it's not easy for me to say this, but I'll say it anyway.

I'm a closet ANTM fan...
(America's Next Top Model)

Ok, I'll give you a few minutes to collect your jaw from the floor...
I know... I know, "How could I?!" It is soooo out-of-character.

I don't know, but there's something about stick-figured women bitchin' about each other that makes me so effin' entertained. It's my guilty pleasure...

And why this sudden confession? I just can't help it. I need to flush out all the excitement out of my system and I have no one to talk to... Why the excitement, you ask? Because a few days back, cycle 11 has just started!!!! Whoooo hooo...

Let the carnage begin baby, let the carnage begin...

This cycle is probably the most diverse one ever. ANTM has been known to accept women from different ethnic backgrounds and economic classes. They've had white/black/brown and every skin color in between, mothers, a Yale student, some full-figured women, a girl with some form of Autism, an exotic dancer, a hooters girl, a girl who waxes people's hoo-ha's... name it, they've had it... (ok, they've never had doctors or lawyers... but those professions are just too boring to get included...)

But what makes this cycle so groundbreaking is that it is the first time that they have included a transgendered contestant into the competition. Her name is Isis, and I must say, she is one hot dude...

But given that this is a reality show featuring women, bitchiness ensues once some of the girls found out that one of them is not biologically the "same".

I hope and pray that those mean bitchy girls lose... (yes, I waste precious prayer-time for these things... that and world peace) And as we've seen in past ANTM cycles, the bitchy ones stay for quite some time to keep us entertained, but in the end they never really win...Yes, Karma, it's real, and I have ANTM to prove it!

This cycle, I'm rooting for Sheena, the half-Japanese, half-Korean (I wonder how her parents got along?) hottie from New York, not just because she's Asian, but because she's actually very nice and sweet and has a good head on her shoulders. And so far, she's showing that she can be a great model. Plus it doesn't hurt that she's smouldering hot...

My other bet is Elina. She's vegan, an animal right's activist, has tattooes, doesn't wear skirts or anything that is gender-specific, and only wears black...

If your gaydars alarmed a flashing red light with that statement, then congratulations! You're right. She is this cycle's token "bisexual". The quotes are there because she really didn't say it directly when Tyra asked her. But her long "I am not into labels" type of answer essentially meant that she's good to go with any gender.

Why am I rooting for her? Dude, she got me at vegan and animal's right activist. She also has this Angelina Jolie-thing going on, especially on her latest photoshoot. She's a little too intense though, almost kinda scary...

I can't wait for next week to come... It's the make-over episode! We all know what that means... ginormous amounts of hair products, bald women, mohawks, and a whole lot of drama...

It will be fierce! :)

*images are from the CW website

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na na na na na na na na na na na na... so you wanna be on top?

It feels like Christmas, perhaps even better!

So I was all set in marking this day as one of those ho-hum days that will not be remembered and will definitely not be part of my future auto-biographical masterpiece...

But just as I was to go to close my eyes to sleep, I got a text message from my brother's girlfriend:

"Nasabi ba sayo ng kuya mo, may package ka from us. Iwan ko sa sofa, ah?"
(Did your big brother tell you, you have a package from us. I'll leave it in the sofa, ok?)

Yes, she texted me even though we live in the same place... hehehe (perhaps she thought I was already sleeping)

I initially thought she said the package was "from them" (as in "from us"). Then I wondered, why would they get me something? It's not my birthday?! And why would they call it "package"?

I dismissed the idea of getting up from bed to figure out what it's all about. (Yes, I am THIS LAZY) But then finally, oxygenated blood found it's way to my brain and bam! Eureka! She meant package from U.S. (as in United States of America). Why am I such a dummy?!?!

And as I do not remember ordering any mail-order bride from the U.S., it can only mean one thing...

My Uh Huh Her CD is here!!!!

I threw-out my blanket and jumped out of my bed. I may have injured the "pinky" of my right foot (what the hell is it called anyway?) in the process. But it didn't matter... screw the little bastard, I have 4 more in that foot anyway, and they're bigger!

Here's the package...

I hurriedly opened the CD case to make sure there really is something inside... (it's the skeptic in me...)

So here I am... at 1:00AM, listening to the CD (making sure it's the real thing! hehehe... )

Damn... it's soooooo gooooood!!!

I know it's too early in my life to say this, but this has got to be the BEST album I have ever heard EVER...

I love myself for buying this for me... I love you, me. You're the best! (could any statement be so narcissistic? :) )

I never thought...

... eggs would make me this happy! :)

salamat sa itlog na pula, wengers! :) the best!!!

hhmmn... sarap!

i hate threads....

hate... hate... hate...

gangway! gangway! mad woman in the kitchen!

Because I firmly believe that a large part of my unhealthy state is caused by the fact that I eat a lot of crap, I attempted to make my own food (not in a photosynthesis kind of way...)

This marks my farewell to the oily and MSG-laden food in our local hawker centers.

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Since I wake-up pretty late, I've decided it's best to prepare my meals the night before I'm supposed to eat them.

So here's tomorrow's menu:

Tomorrow's breakfast (168 Cal):
2 slices high fiber white bread= 137Cal
Kaya spread (less than 10g) = 31Cal



I'll also have the same thing for snacks in the afternoon (168 Cal):


And for lunch(200Cal)...
may I present my first kitchen masterpiece in SG:
It's basically left over rice, all the decent vege's we have left-over in the fridge, and some vegetarian stuff I picked up in the grocery the other day.

1/2 cup of steamed rice = 103Cal
1/4 of a small onion = 4Cal
1/2 of a small tomato = 4Cal
4 stripes of bell pepper = 2Cal
1 vegetarian sausage = 59Cal
50 grams tofu = 28Cal

Cook the tofu and vegetarian sausage. Use a non-stick pan and use very little cooking oil.
Once cooked, add in the vege's and stir-fry of about less than 5 minutes. Use low heat.

After that, what we have is:


the abomination that is called tomorrow's lunch. Well, I have to start somewhere, right? Hopefully I'll get better with this cooking thing.


Total Calories before dinner:
Breakfast = 168
Lunch = 200
Snacks = 168
TOTAL = 536Cal


Dinner is still up in the air, but it will probably include some fruits...
good luck to me then!

Bon appetit!

drastic times...

I am unhealthy. I think I've known this for the longest time, but these past few days have been a real eye-opener for me.

I've tried in the past to live a healthy life, but my "lifestyle" just doesn't cut it. And now I need to pay the price.

I've gained weight and reduced my muscle mass in a span of less than a year. According to the doctor I've consulted, that kind of weight-gain is too drastic and in fact dangerous. In addition to that is the fact that I have high-blood pressure! Great! Just great! [insert sarcasm here]

I see red

I'm beginning to appreciate the color red lately. I have no idea why, but I'm just so drawn to red-colored items these past few days, which is weird, since I never really liked red.

I'm more of a "blue person". But now, when I see blue, I find myself sort of bored with it.

Like the other day, I was ogling over a pair of red Reebok cross-trainers. I want it real bad! Thing is, none of my current clothes would match it(Unless I have plans to be a walking Philippine flag).

Red shoes... I know! It is so not me. I used to think that the only acceptable reasons for anyone to wear red shoes are:

1. you are aged 5 and below, and
2. you're a hooker.

Given that I am neither (although #1 is highly debatable), I am finding my behavior lately pretty strange.

I was also eying a red wallet in the Wallet Shop the other day. (yes, there is a store here that only sells wallets. It puzzles me how the people who own this establishment can eat on a regular basis... I mean how many wallet does a person buy in his lifetime???)

Am I changing into a totally different person?! This is just too drastic, I think... Blue to Red?!? It's like listening to Mozart and then shifting to Cher...

Is this a sign of a quarter-life crisis? What's next, premature hair-loss??? What's wrong with me? (and again, why am I irrationally panicking?!)

But you know what, I'd really be disturbed if I start liking PINK?! Oh my, I bet the apocalypse is just around the corner by that time...

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p.s. I should stop window shopping. It is obviously not good for my health...

p.p.s. I changed my mind, I still want to window shop.

p.p.p.s. Get used to it. I may not look like it, but I'm a woman, damn it!

Could the day be any faster than a pregnant snail on anti-depressants?

It's Friday and time is crawling miserably here in the office... ang tagal ng 5:30!!!

I've managed to close all the tickets assigned to me this morning, so now I need to pretend like I'm actually doing something people here pay me for.... "Must.Look.Busy... Must.Look.Busy..."

Sabi na nga ba, dapat nag-work-from-home na lang ako!!! :(

Out of 7 people in our team, only 3 of us went to the office today. 2 are on vacation (including my manager), 1 is overseas, 1 is working from home.

I came in at 10:20am. By our team's standards, I came in at just the right time. Actually, nauna pa nga akong nakarating sa office kesa dun sa 2 kong teammates!

Nabasa ko na lahat ng blogs na I'm subscribed to... Pati WikiHow pinatulan ko na din. Today's how-to: How to eat durian. Yes, pathetic indeed.

Hay... Magbabasa na lang ako ng manual...

Oo, sya nga... (Yes, it's her)

... or more accurately, "Uh Huh Her". (get it? get it?)

What the hell am I talking about again, I hear you ask? I'm talking about my new favorite band: Uh Huh Her

Just how good are they? I just purchased their album online. (that is saying A LOT)


Mind you, I rarely buy anything from the internets... I trust no one, especially if it means divulging my credit card information. I'm neurotic, remember?

I can't wait for my package to arrive!!!

I've listened to some samples of their songs online. (some of them are in my playlist now ->)
So far, my favorite is "Wait Another Day" (ironic no?)

If you're not into techno music, you should be ashamed of yourself, you can listen to the live version in this video...


Wait Another Day

I look at the starlight,
I am shattered by the night
Always run where i can and
I hide where i wanna hide
But it feels so right,
I want it tonight
It feels so right

Oh, i went out of my mind
I am caught here
One more time
I know how it feels tonight
I can do nothing about it
But it feels so right,
I want it tonight
You feel so right

I will wait to love you
I will wait another day
For you i'd leave
All this behind
(oooh)
I will wait for you tonight
I will waste
Another dream on you
Always run to you, run

I will take the long road
But it leads right back to you
Follow you into the sun
I will steal this time for you

But it feels so right
I want it tonight
You feel so right

Oh, i will wait to love you
I will wait another day
For you i'd leave
All this behind
(oooh)
I will wait for you tonight
I will waste
Another dream on you
Always run to you

I will wait to love you
I will wait another day
For you i'd leave
All this behind
(oooh)
I will wait for you tonight
I will waste
Another dream on you
Always run to... you, run

lyrics from kovideo

Lust-worthy...

I WANT... WANT... WANT... (drool...)
The HTC Touch Pro... where power meets beauty, work meets play... and my bank account meets bankruptcy...

I was told the current price is 1,248 SGD... Well, I can always opt not to eat right?

I can't wait for my subscription contract to end so I can swap my mobile phone...

Click here for more info on why I have not-so-wholesome dreams about this baby...

I LOVE PINK... and I don't mean the color...

... I mean Pink the artist, or more accurately "P!nk"
And if you don't, then this might change your mind...

Sing along bitter people! (aren't we all??) :)






So What

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I guess i just lost my husband
I don’t know where he went
So i’m gonna drink my money
I’m not gonna pay his rent (Nope)
I got a brand new attitude
And i’m gonna wear it tonight
I wanna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight

So so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright, I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rockstar
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

Uh, check my flow, uh

The waiter just checked my table
And gave to Jessica Simp-Shit!
I guess i’ll go sit with Tom boy
At least he’ll know how to hit
What if this song’s on the radio
Then somebody’s gonna die
I’m gonna get in trouble
My ex will start a fight

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
He’s gonna start a fight
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
We’re all gonna get in a fight!

So so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright, I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

You weren’t fair
You never were
You weren’t all
But that’s not fair
I gave you life
I gave my all
You weren’t there
You let me fall

So so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done (we’re done)
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright(I’m alright),I’m just fine (I’m just fine)
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

No No, No No
I Don’t want you tonight
You weren’t fair
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright, I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

Ba da da da da da

lyrics grabbed from musicloversgroup

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"so what?! I'm still a rock star!"
-> best line ever!

Nothing says I'm CRAZY about you...

... better than Blondie's song, One Way or Another.

You may listen to it on my playlist ->
(watch-out for the great guitars between 1:50-2:14)

The song was released in 1979. Yes, it's ancient. This song is most probably older than you! But how can you not love a song this sweet, in an obsessed stalker-ish kinda way?

Sing-along, won't you?

One way or Another
by Blondie

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'll getcha, I'll getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha

And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hanging out

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip

I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
[repeat until fade]

lyrics courtesy of azlyrics

Oh! c'mon! you've got to be kidding me!?!

In Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist, he writes:

“What happens once will never happen again. But what happens twice will surely happen a third time.”

If this really does hold true, it looks like I'll be expecting to see Auntie Security Guard again in the near future.

After my little run-in with the law MRT security officials last week, one would expect that my MRT rides would be smooth-sailing, with the occasional MRT-mate that smells like whale poo (not that I know what whale poo smells like, I just wanted to stay in line with the theme of sailing... get it? get it? smooth-sailing, boats, sea, whale, poo... get it? get it?... No? Sadly, neither do I.)

Going back...

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Auntie Security Guard stopped me on my tracks to inspect my bag AGAIN?!?!

Really, Auntie?... Really??!?

So in light of recent day's events, I'd like to send Auntie an open letter:

Dear Auntie,

You suck!

Lovelots,
Neni

It's me! (in the cartoon world!)

In case you haven't noticed, I've put up a new avatar:

me being "platey"

I discovered a new "avatar-making" website: faceyourmanga.com
If this is old news for you, then I'm sorry. You're probably one of those cool kids who knows what's happening in the internets. (and you probably don't have a job!)

Does it look like me? Maybe if it ate a few more donuts, it might actually start to look like me... :)