My mom thinks I have a one-track mind: girls.
My mom has a one-track mind when it comes to me.
I was updating my blog when she breezes by and says; "ano yan, chat? Chat nang chat sa mga babae..."
I had to minimize my window (sabay ngiti) because she would have read my log and would have said something else.
At least she doesn't know what a blog is (or do I just think so.)
I have to get my own place real soon.
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I wAnt To gO TO tHe BEaCh NOW!
My planned trips have ALL been cancelled because of one reason or another... geez.
Stan Getz is addictive.
The Dewberry cookies are addictive.
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I need to get a life.
I spent my first thirty minutes of my waking time watching my PC defrag. How pathetic is that. I need to go out more often.
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Why is everyone into badminton all of a sudden? I used to play and I admit it is addictive. But why now when I thought it to have lost it's appeal? Even my mom's playing! And she bought rackets for my sister and two brothers (that's like a thousand+++ per racket.) plus some other equipment for the sport.
And then she complains she doesn't have money 'cause there are so many bills.
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My dad says it's just a fad, I think he's right.
Oh wow and I mean WOW!
This is cool too!
After going through the site I realized that the comments may get mean from time to time but a lot of the images are pretty mind-boggling...
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I wonder why this keeps happening to me when I type:
edited word: from
unedited word: frfom
That and another word I can't remember... I guess I'll just have to wait for it to happen again.
I've been wondering if this is for real.
Okay, if it were real then it would be a bit, ummmm, mean... but I couldn't help laughing at the other images.
Hello Mr. Nasty.
I think I'll be able to sleep better now.
Hooray hooray hooray! Hear ye, hear ye! I am great! I am fabulous!
In a brief moment of, well, not even trying, I'm beginning to understand HTML!!!
Hot damn! I can take on the world!
Bring it on!!!
hehehe.
I recommend as listening material, Groove Armada's new album Lovebox. That is, if you'd like something different.
KickAss!!!
A nurse friend of mine arrived frrom Jamaica recently, this is what she had to say:
"T****na! Ginagawa lang nilang yosi yung juts! Kahit san ako magpunta, kahit yung mga pilay na nakasaklay yun niyoyosi! Yung buong island amoy juts! Tapos ginawa na nilang diyos yung Bob Marley, may rebulto pa nga sya dun! Sino ba yun? Binabawalan pa nga ako maglakad magisa dun, lagi ako pinapagalitan. Sabi ko bakit, kahit tanghaling tapat kaya nila gawin yon? E madami namang tao..."
Apparently she's never been to the college of Fine Arts in UP. It's actually in the top five list of the WPD's narcotics department.
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I've given up on the HTML, at least for tonight.
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Presently I am munching on Tostillas after finishing one piece of asado siopao from Kowloon. And gulping down a can of Vanilla Coke (This is the only softdrink I will not think twice about drinking!) yumyum!
It's like a ghost town outside. There's an occasional taxi here and there, almost no private vehicles. And a lot of gasoline stations are closed along with their convenience stores. The only ones open are 7-11, ministop, Glori's, and this obscure 24 hr shop near Kowloon in Teacher's Village.
My friend Heng commented that it's like California. I wished it were California. I'd really looove to learn how to surf. And go to the beach.
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My grandparents are going to celebrate their 50th anniversary soon and my aunts (and my mom) have conspired to force us into performing a dance number for the whole of my mom's clan. I plan to be conveniently busy, overworked, and really REALLY hectic. My sister has been starting to cry abandonement... sorry sis, you guys are on your own. hehehe.
I know, I'm evil. But I think my siblings and cousins can handle it fine without my help.
"Ginawa nanaman kaming laruan..."
I just learned that Kris Aquino has a blog too somewhere... and apparently it's pretty interesting according to my friend Lea. I really should ask her what the URL is and give it a look...
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I feel like a caveman right now.
This HTML stuff's eating up my brain and I'm not making any progress. I've been planning my site for more than a year now and I totally forgot about the programming... I feel like dressing in lionskin and dancing around a fire.
And I had planned for my site to be really nice and decent. All I'm stuck with now is a bunch of words pasted on a single page. Plus my images won't upload. I feel like beating my chest and screaming at the trees.
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Because of this I want to go out. But nope, there's nowhere to go. I think I'll go open a bottle of red....
....right after I finish going through my workload today.
Yeah right!
HTML's harder to learn than I expected...
Forgot to mention, I almost fell off my seat yesterday when I received mail from someone I never in my present state of mind expected to hear from.
Kind of reminded me of my experiences with Barbie Almalbis and Jessica Zafra...
I guess it was more of the element of surprise than the actual, um, I can't find the right words.
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I just saw Bridget Jones' Diary on cable.
I was wondering, do men really think about sex that often? Do we really have a one track-mind? I mean is that a feminist thing or a singles thing or just something that comes out of a relationship gone sour? I would like to think that we men (or most of us) do think about other things that have some kind of importance other than that of just self-gratification... I'd like to think that we men are more than just hormones walking around looking for the right time to erupt. But sometimes, I get disappointed by being proven otherwise.
And why is sex suddenly a commodity when we grow up? I've read that it's a release (and a friend of mine confirms that) from the pressures of everyday life. And as life around us progresses so does the pressure. Hence; more pressure = higher demand for sex. I've also read that sex is a primal instinct and that it cannot simply be helped (another friend confirms this too) and that trying to keep it bottled up only makes things worse. I've made a few pretty stupid decisions that involved sex and I'm sure letting it out isn't the right answer. Well, maybe in the right consequence though.
Oh, and are men designed to be polygamous? I spent my formative years in an exclusive school and I have witnessed this theory at work (um, and experienced it briefly) and I can say that it's not a pretty sight. Is it just the mental conditioning or is it really genetic?
Boy, I'd hate it if it were genetic!
Come to think of it, I was able to change (okay, not so much but I'm still working on it) what I thought was unpleasant about me.
My opinions:
Men think about sex a lot. But not always. Just a lot.
Sex is a primal instinct, but it doesn't mean that we should give it free reign.
Most men have the need to assert and "be the boss" every once in a while.
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I'm hungry, I think I'll go fix myself a sandwich.
It's a Friday. Possibly the most uneventful day of my week.
Woke up to a house empty except for my brother (whom I don't usually talk to) and a growling stomach... got up, watched some TV, ate, watched some more TV and now here I am...
I was wondering, why did I start blogging? It's been three days now and... well, nevermind.
I guess it's some kind of release for me. I've been afraid of criticism ever since I can remember (contrary to what my friends believe in - which is me being indifferent to whatever's been going on) Do I fear being judged and seen in a bad way? Or do I fear being seen for who and what I am? All I know is that I find blogging a refuge... is it confusing? I guess it is. I don't want to be judged, but I went public.
Maybe, I want to be me and be accepted as me and not care about those who can't accept me.
Or could I just want attention but be afraid to accept it?
Hmmm, I'll be back later as I have some work to finish... and some pondering to do.
Went home this morning at around five, and even if I was exhausted it was one of the most beautiful things I'd seen and felt...
The sky had this beautiful shade and glow that just lifted me up... it felt so comforting... like a warm lingering embrace after the bitterness of disappointment...
If I weren't driving I would have kept staring at the sky...
Peter Frampton just finished singing and now it's Shawn Colvin...
On my playlist:
Tori Amos - Taxi Ride
Wallflowers - One Headlight
Duncan Shiek - Wishful Thinking
Remy Zero - Shattered
Filter - Take A Picture
Simply Red - For Your Babies
Blues Traveller - Runaround
10,000 Maniacs - Because The Night & More Than This
Bob Dylan - Most Of The Time
Lily Frost - Who Am I
Shiela Nicholls - Fallen For You
Kinks - Everybody's Gonna Be Happy
Third Eye Blind - How's It Gonna Be
That pretty much sums up the mood I'm in right now.
And I don't feel like doing any work or anything resembling it.
...just woke up, it's sooo humid! My eyes hurt.
I was just thinking, we spend eight hours sleeping and thats quite a lot of time. If we could have that time, or at least most of it we'd be able to accomplish a whole lot more...
...okay, I need more sleep but can't.
Some things are bugging me and it's getting the best of me. Can't sleep, can't eat. Well not much really.
The way things are going, doesn't look like I'll be getting enough sleep... and I still have a shoot to finish later...
Hmmm, I'm just about getting the hang of this... actually it's fun already (for me at least)
The Crazy/Beautiful soundtrack's great... real mood music.
I miss being me.
It's six-twenty and I haven't been to bed yet...
I've just made the big decision to go public... hooray for me!
Another step over my fears...
