This makes me really angry! I dreamed that I was at last in love with somebody I totally like. The dream's venue was at my mom's house in Bataan, because I want my mommie to meet him. Then suddenly, my ex just pooffed from nowhere and we had sex. Sex was steaming and loving and oh so much like what sex should be with him when we were still together. The current beau discovered it and voila.. was toasted. Ex suddenly pooffed out and I'm all alone.
Like, OH MY GOD! Don't I have the right to move on? hay...
Hey September! Good start huh?
Friday, August 31, 2007
no matter what Jessica says...
Jessica Zafra on 'A Love Story':
"Who was it who told me to watch A Love Story? I hope you were kidding, because if you weren’t I’m going to have to euthanise you. The non-linear storytelling: different. The movie: a steaming turd. The sheer grinding obviousness. Wall to wall cliche. Rampant overacting. Relentless overscoring. The 45-minute drunken Aga self-pity orgy. The godawful phony melodrama. This movie should’ve been released months ago, there are enough tears shed onscreen to end any drought. Put those people out of their misery."
But, no matter what my favorite person says about this movie, I'm bound to watch it tomorrow. I'll be watching it with my mom, so that if the movie wins or loses, we'll go shopping. (hay..I love Imelda.)
P.S. Yeah, I do love the craziness and spunk of Mrs. Marcos. And, I won't rectify myself.
"Who was it who told me to watch A Love Story? I hope you were kidding, because if you weren’t I’m going to have to euthanise you. The non-linear storytelling: different. The movie: a steaming turd. The sheer grinding obviousness. Wall to wall cliche. Rampant overacting. Relentless overscoring. The 45-minute drunken Aga self-pity orgy. The godawful phony melodrama. This movie should’ve been released months ago, there are enough tears shed onscreen to end any drought. Put those people out of their misery."
But, no matter what my favorite person says about this movie, I'm bound to watch it tomorrow. I'll be watching it with my mom, so that if the movie wins or loses, we'll go shopping. (hay..I love Imelda.)
P.S. Yeah, I do love the craziness and spunk of Mrs. Marcos. And, I won't rectify myself.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wentworth can not be Gay!
I was blog-hopping a while ago and I was sent to this interesting blog. An entry was saying something about my ultimate crush: Wentworth Miller, something about him being gay.
I thought, he can not be gay! Of all the people I want to be gay, Wentworth is not worth to be one. Ok, so Piolo might be gay, as well as Richard Gere and Tom Cruise, but...no...not Wentworth. I know, I'm sick and crazy. But before you guys start bashing me with comments, listen first.
There is something in him that makes me feel like a lady. Thank you. And that I can never live the thought that he'll be with another gay man.
I thought, he can not be gay! Of all the people I want to be gay, Wentworth is not worth to be one. Ok, so Piolo might be gay, as well as Richard Gere and Tom Cruise, but...no...not Wentworth. I know, I'm sick and crazy. But before you guys start bashing me with comments, listen first.
There is something in him that makes me feel like a lady. Thank you. And that I can never live the thought that he'll be with another gay man.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
San Lazaro Hospital and their rodents
My sister will be spending two weeks at the Cavite Mental Institution. No, she'll not be checking herself in, she'll be there as a volunteer aid. It's actually part of her curriculum to endanger her life from time to time.
There was a time when she has to spend weeks in San Lazaro Hospital in Manila. If you haven't heard of that hospital, it is where those serious infectious diseases are usually treated. Kind of scary, huh? But, then again, she doesn't have any other options but to serve her 'sentence' of weeks assisting nurses and doctors in treating people who didn't know how to properly use condoms.
Sis, having a good heart, became a bit attached to one of their patients (which is not really an advised attitude in her field). The patient is named Tita Daria. Tita Daria has a sexually infected disease, which would require his behind to profusely bleed, his stomach to have these monstrous aching every now and then, some unknown skin rash and lastly, a really bad cough.
Dinner table would be the venue of my sister's litanies about her favorite patient. My part would be the captive audience, listening to the gorry details while inhaling nilaga or tinola. I have to say that Tita Daria's case is really interesting. Pang-Maalaala Mo Kaya. He is a gay-transvestite who used to earn his living via prostitution. Later on, he got this disease. Now, he is bed-ridden and almost non-functioning. If only Tita Daria could have popped out that condom...hay..
And then one night, sister and a colleague of hers were called in to assist a patient. The patient happend to be the Tita Daria, coughing so hard, blood would spurt off his mouth. So, on my sister went to assist, sliding the hand gloves provided by the hospital.
No, Tita Daria didn't die that night. But guess what happened. After the patient coughed blood into them, the colleague discovered that the hospital has rodents. The hospital-provided gloves has these small holes, mice bitten holes probably. The holes were open invitation for the patient's blood to seep into the handglove. The colleague happened to have wounded herself earlier that day.
I'm not really sure what happened into the colleague. I just hope that she is still her healthy self, and that the hospital and their school are helping her with anything that might happen.
This made me thinking, what are rats doing in San Lazaro Hospital? And are there any law or acts provided for medical students? These people has their lilves endangered every time. I just wish there are some solutions if this instances occurs.
There was a time when she has to spend weeks in San Lazaro Hospital in Manila. If you haven't heard of that hospital, it is where those serious infectious diseases are usually treated. Kind of scary, huh? But, then again, she doesn't have any other options but to serve her 'sentence' of weeks assisting nurses and doctors in treating people who didn't know how to properly use condoms.
Sis, having a good heart, became a bit attached to one of their patients (which is not really an advised attitude in her field). The patient is named Tita Daria. Tita Daria has a sexually infected disease, which would require his behind to profusely bleed, his stomach to have these monstrous aching every now and then, some unknown skin rash and lastly, a really bad cough.
Dinner table would be the venue of my sister's litanies about her favorite patient. My part would be the captive audience, listening to the gorry details while inhaling nilaga or tinola. I have to say that Tita Daria's case is really interesting. Pang-Maalaala Mo Kaya. He is a gay-transvestite who used to earn his living via prostitution. Later on, he got this disease. Now, he is bed-ridden and almost non-functioning. If only Tita Daria could have popped out that condom...hay..
And then one night, sister and a colleague of hers were called in to assist a patient. The patient happend to be the Tita Daria, coughing so hard, blood would spurt off his mouth. So, on my sister went to assist, sliding the hand gloves provided by the hospital.
No, Tita Daria didn't die that night. But guess what happened. After the patient coughed blood into them, the colleague discovered that the hospital has rodents. The hospital-provided gloves has these small holes, mice bitten holes probably. The holes were open invitation for the patient's blood to seep into the handglove. The colleague happened to have wounded herself earlier that day.
I'm not really sure what happened into the colleague. I just hope that she is still her healthy self, and that the hospital and their school are helping her with anything that might happen.
This made me thinking, what are rats doing in San Lazaro Hospital? And are there any law or acts provided for medical students? These people has their lilves endangered every time. I just wish there are some solutions if this instances occurs.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Trying to get the feeling again...
Do you believe in 'Platonic Love'?
I don't, and I never will. Somebody from my past recommended that we have this type of relationship. A type of relationship that is everything but intimate physical contact. It worked for two weeks and we just realized that it failed. Why it failed? Because he's a sexual being. I'm a sexual being. I love long passionate kissing, long hot baths or a cold shower together, sleepless nights because of the naughty things I would love to do with his body and then waking up and cuddling into him. That is not Platonic at all.
Do you believe that a silly little love song can move mountains?
I do. For the latter part of the relationship I had with the person who wanted 'Platonic Love', I began noticing that eventually, we are going to split up. Eventually, he would leave and I would wallow for sometime like what I do when I'm bored. It was the last night that I was with him, the last day of college.
Every document to be submitted was submitted and resubmitted to make sure that we'll be in PICC on the big day. So, to end the day, we decided to grab some beer on our favorite bar. He was silent, so introvert me was silent too. Somewhat I knew what will happen next, so I prepared myself for the worse. Well, for months before that I was already preparing, so I thought that was invincible. But, I was wrong. Nina began singing 'Anything For You', an original Gloria Estefan. The middle of the song was when I just suddenly cried. Oh, I didn't cry, I was sobbing back then. Then I asked him, 'Why can't you love me?', and then I'm out. I don't want to hear anything from him. I was too scared. When I got home, cellphone has tons of missed calls and unread messages. I turned it off. And that was it.
What would you do if one day, you suddenly bumped into him?
I would smile, acknowledge his presence and I'm out, just wishing that I was wearing my new Viktors when that happens.
What will happen if he returns, begging you to come back?
I'll try to get the feeling again. But if it won't work, I'm too good for him now, and he knows that.
I don't, and I never will. Somebody from my past recommended that we have this type of relationship. A type of relationship that is everything but intimate physical contact. It worked for two weeks and we just realized that it failed. Why it failed? Because he's a sexual being. I'm a sexual being. I love long passionate kissing, long hot baths or a cold shower together, sleepless nights because of the naughty things I would love to do with his body and then waking up and cuddling into him. That is not Platonic at all.
Do you believe that a silly little love song can move mountains?
I do. For the latter part of the relationship I had with the person who wanted 'Platonic Love', I began noticing that eventually, we are going to split up. Eventually, he would leave and I would wallow for sometime like what I do when I'm bored. It was the last night that I was with him, the last day of college.
Every document to be submitted was submitted and resubmitted to make sure that we'll be in PICC on the big day. So, to end the day, we decided to grab some beer on our favorite bar. He was silent, so introvert me was silent too. Somewhat I knew what will happen next, so I prepared myself for the worse. Well, for months before that I was already preparing, so I thought that was invincible. But, I was wrong. Nina began singing 'Anything For You', an original Gloria Estefan. The middle of the song was when I just suddenly cried. Oh, I didn't cry, I was sobbing back then. Then I asked him, 'Why can't you love me?', and then I'm out. I don't want to hear anything from him. I was too scared. When I got home, cellphone has tons of missed calls and unread messages. I turned it off. And that was it.
What would you do if one day, you suddenly bumped into him?
I would smile, acknowledge his presence and I'm out, just wishing that I was wearing my new Viktors when that happens.
What will happen if he returns, begging you to come back?
I'll try to get the feeling again. But if it won't work, I'm too good for him now, and he knows that.
on line friend
It was the same boring day at work. So, I opened my imeem on line account and got Amerie's 'One thing'. And then I opened my Friendster account and got a 'New Friend Requests' popping red in my Inbox. I opened it and..hehe...God is good.
He is called Lem.
He's a 22 year old model who loves DOTA( a computer game, I think).
He was requesting me to be his friend. True, he was the one requesting for my approval. Believe me!
He is called Lem.
He's a 22 year old model who loves DOTA( a computer game, I think).He was requesting me to be his friend. True, he was the one requesting for my approval. Believe me!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
wishing and hoping
August is nearing its end. So here comes September. The time for me to save money for the upcoming holidays, time to think of Christmas gifts for people I love. Also, this is the best time of the year for me to wish that this coming Christmas, I won't be singing this song anymore:
P.S. just teary eyed and hopeful...wishing so hard it hurts.
P.S. just teary eyed and hopeful...wishing so hard it hurts.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Im such a queen!
I admit, I am such a drama queen. But last night was different. Last night was one of those nights that I felt I needed someone to hold me. Yeah, I get so lonely sometimes. And given the fact that last night, for some unknown reasons, my neighbor would keep on 'All the Man that I Need' playing all night long. Something was telling me that the neighbor is lonely too. But sadly, neighbor is a female.
So, to celebrate my loneliness, I have to post this little attempt for detoxification I made a long time ago. This was a summary of how I was feeling the whole time I was in a relationship with the man who kept on raining on my life. Plus, I have to update my friendster.com account profile..this 'About Me' entry on my profile has to go. But then again, I can't really let this go. I like reminding myself of how I was back then. It makes me proud that I overcame that phase. So, here it goes:
The sun has already set. Blue. Violet. Black.
I can feel that my soul had set with the sun.
I guess it wanted light. It wanted the warmth the sun used to give.
It wanted life. My soul left me.
I stared blankly at the blackened sky.
The moon is not to be seen.
The stars faded with the blankness of the sky.
The sky now is like me..pointless...dead.
I am dead. My body is decomposing.
My skin is now strips of blue, violet and black bruises that would soon smell and attract insects and vultures.
Maybe the sky is the reflection of my me. I would never know.
My eyes are full of clouds. The dark sky has filled my eyes so I can never again see.
I guess that was for my own good, not to see the misery this might bring to me.
I can never smell anything anymore but of the smoke of death my body furiously pushes to my very nostrills.
My body is motionless except for the right hand that would soon be paralyzed.
Soon, I can not write down my thoughts anymore.
My heart is silenced. I think that was for my own good.
Actually, I dont know anything that might bring me something good.
I can feel the darkness now.
It is blanketing this corpse with fear and perpetual sadness.
I'm going to rest now, my hand is too weak.
Maybe tomorrow I would fall into a deep slumber .
Maybe soon I can really rest.
P.S. I need a dose of Jake Cuenca!
So, to celebrate my loneliness, I have to post this little attempt for detoxification I made a long time ago. This was a summary of how I was feeling the whole time I was in a relationship with the man who kept on raining on my life. Plus, I have to update my friendster.com account profile..this 'About Me' entry on my profile has to go. But then again, I can't really let this go. I like reminding myself of how I was back then. It makes me proud that I overcame that phase. So, here it goes:
The sun has already set. Blue. Violet. Black.
I can feel that my soul had set with the sun.
I guess it wanted light. It wanted the warmth the sun used to give.
It wanted life. My soul left me.
I stared blankly at the blackened sky.
The moon is not to be seen.
The stars faded with the blankness of the sky.
The sky now is like me..pointless...dead.
I am dead. My body is decomposing.
My skin is now strips of blue, violet and black bruises that would soon smell and attract insects and vultures.
Maybe the sky is the reflection of my me. I would never know.
My eyes are full of clouds. The dark sky has filled my eyes so I can never again see.
I guess that was for my own good, not to see the misery this might bring to me.
I can never smell anything anymore but of the smoke of death my body furiously pushes to my very nostrills.
My body is motionless except for the right hand that would soon be paralyzed.
Soon, I can not write down my thoughts anymore.
My heart is silenced. I think that was for my own good.
Actually, I dont know anything that might bring me something good.
I can feel the darkness now.
It is blanketing this corpse with fear and perpetual sadness.
I'm going to rest now, my hand is too weak.
Maybe tomorrow I would fall into a deep slumber .
Maybe soon I can really rest.
P.S. I need a dose of Jake Cuenca!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Maybelline, Rihanna and Mac
A week ago, I had a long vacation from work. I spent those days in
You see, I could have just easily replied that I have a new Maybelline Smooth Clear Foundation No.12, and that it is water based so it is good for my oily skin and that I have used my credit card to purchase it because I'm always broke. But, no, I didn't. I so love her and all, but I find it really uncomfortable sharing these things with my mom. So, slowly an imaginary space created itself around me, cushioning me away from more mommy interrogations. So, after Betty somehow dumped the cute accountant of their office, I drifted away.
Anyhow, while that imaginary space was being built to completion, I was happily and greedily finding my way with my sister's new Mac notebook. I was born a PC person, so just imagine the pain I got from using these deliciously designed, glossy, flashy, godly Macs. I always thought that Macs are for gay people. Both are beautifully complicated. Both are unintentionally designed that way.
So there I was fondling that thing when I found these images:
It's Rihanna. Beautifully complicated. The first time I saw her pictures, I thought..is she gay? Well, anyhow, she is beautiful. I think I might have a gay crush on her.
This one is from her video "Umbrella". A song that is just plainly addicting.
If there is really a reincarnation, next lifetime, I want to be just like her.
P.S. What the hell is going on with blogger.com's font options? I can't even read my own post! Hala! bug..? bugger...
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
random thoughts on a rainy day
Sade and the rain
Part of me really hates it when it rains. It makes me depressed..melancholic. Once, a special friend would refer to me as a "Perfect Melancholic'. Huge part of the reason he thought of me that way is that the whole time I was with him, there was always rain..emotionally.
Fortunately, when he suddenly decided that raining on my life was too much of a task, I began rediscovering the positive things that the rain can provide. One is having sex while it rains outside. Making love is not really the right term for this rendezvous because making love means fornicating a la Sex and the City's Charlotte..safe, respectfull..boring. Sex is Samantha: adventurous, wild,loud, passionate.
Plus, there is Sade. Rain and Sade makes sex a lot better. If you are to listen to Sade and her band while having sex, you'll notice that the rhythm is pulsatingly erotic. You may want to follow the gentle beat, the rhythm. It is sexual. But, you might not want to really listen intently to the music though, remember: full attention should be on the partner!
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Things that makes me happy:
Since it's raining and I'm really prone to getting all mushy and gloomy with this kind of weather, I decided to make a list of the some of the many things that makes me happy.
- It makes me happy when i smell Aqua diGio worn by somebody I don't know. A while ago, I was riding an elevator and the smell was just hard to miss. It made my day for a while.
- 9 hours of sleep, induced by pills or not
- Country Style brown chocolate donuts
- dark bitter chocolate
- my MC card
- red stars partee tabs
- Gatorade, it quenches whatever thirst I might have
- my new untouched Viktor
- Sade and Patti Austin
- black cotton shirts
- Starbucks Caramel Machiatto
- kwek-kwek being sold along Ayala
- good movie, good book
- reading whatever Jessica Zafra wrote
- Isabel Allende's Eva Luna ( one of the characters line was: 'One day, I decided that I am beautiful...)
- denying I love Piolo Pascual
and finally...Jake Cuenca...hmm...
makes me really do a Sade act...
Part of me really hates it when it rains. It makes me depressed..melancholic. Once, a special friend would refer to me as a "Perfect Melancholic'. Huge part of the reason he thought of me that way is that the whole time I was with him, there was always rain..emotionally.
Fortunately, when he suddenly decided that raining on my life was too much of a task, I began rediscovering the positive things that the rain can provide. One is having sex while it rains outside. Making love is not really the right term for this rendezvous because making love means fornicating a la Sex and the City's Charlotte..safe, respectfull..boring. Sex is Samantha: adventurous, wild,loud, passionate.
Plus, there is Sade. Rain and Sade makes sex a lot better. If you are to listen to Sade and her band while having sex, you'll notice that the rhythm is pulsatingly erotic. You may want to follow the gentle beat, the rhythm. It is sexual. But, you might not want to really listen intently to the music though, remember: full attention should be on the partner!
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Things that makes me happy:
Since it's raining and I'm really prone to getting all mushy and gloomy with this kind of weather, I decided to make a list of the some of the many things that makes me happy.
- It makes me happy when i smell Aqua diGio worn by somebody I don't know. A while ago, I was riding an elevator and the smell was just hard to miss. It made my day for a while.
- 9 hours of sleep, induced by pills or not
- Country Style brown chocolate donuts
- dark bitter chocolate
- my MC card
- red stars partee tabs
- Gatorade, it quenches whatever thirst I might have
- my new untouched Viktor
- Sade and Patti Austin
- black cotton shirts
- Starbucks Caramel Machiatto
- kwek-kwek being sold along Ayala
- good movie, good book
- reading whatever Jessica Zafra wrote
- Isabel Allende's Eva Luna ( one of the characters line was: 'One day, I decided that I am beautiful...)
- denying I love Piolo Pascual
and finally...Jake Cuenca...hmm...
makes me really do a Sade act...
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