from this day on, I promise I'll cry less before I go to sleep. I promise I'll toss and turn less too. I promise I'll move the way she would've wanted to me to. there shall be no more excuses.
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Impenetrability
Impenetrability is the inability of matter to occupy the same exact place at the same time. Simply put, the space one matter occupies is impermeable in a sense that if one matter has taken the space, no other matter can occupy it while another body has taken its place. Only through displacement of matter can another matter occupy the said space.
Dear fellow MRT Commuter,
This is a very simple physics concept. What I do not understand is that you, fellow commuters on the MRT train, continue to try to defy the concept.
MRT commuters are barbarians out to get the better of the next passenger. Sometimes, I find it more efficient to ride the male train and risk the possibility of feeling the next guy's hard-on than riding the female train. I find, based on experience, that female passengers can be a little more vicious and violent when partaking the daily commute.
Female MRT commuters are armed with more weapons which try to defy this simple physical concept. They are armed with big bags, scented moisturizers, and pointy heels which are concealed weapons. Big bags are used to hit the passengers, club them if they felt the need to so as to accomodate the next thin waif/oaf who are coming in late. Their scented moisturizers which some of them feel the need to apply minutes before they ride the train can be nauseating, that one whiff can disarm you and leave you light-headed. Of course, the deadliest of them all, the high heels, which these passengers use to toe and step on their fellow commuters when they do not get their way.
Don't get me wrong, I love the daily commute. It is one of the things which I look forward to after a long day of work in the office. It is just that I would want to ride the train without fearing for my life--or any defiance of the laws in Physics.
Dear fellow MRT Commuter,
This is a very simple physics concept. What I do not understand is that you, fellow commuters on the MRT train, continue to try to defy the concept.
MRT commuters are barbarians out to get the better of the next passenger. Sometimes, I find it more efficient to ride the male train and risk the possibility of feeling the next guy's hard-on than riding the female train. I find, based on experience, that female passengers can be a little more vicious and violent when partaking the daily commute.
Female MRT commuters are armed with more weapons which try to defy this simple physical concept. They are armed with big bags, scented moisturizers, and pointy heels which are concealed weapons. Big bags are used to hit the passengers, club them if they felt the need to so as to accomodate the next thin waif/oaf who are coming in late. Their scented moisturizers which some of them feel the need to apply minutes before they ride the train can be nauseating, that one whiff can disarm you and leave you light-headed. Of course, the deadliest of them all, the high heels, which these passengers use to toe and step on their fellow commuters when they do not get their way.
Don't get me wrong, I love the daily commute. It is one of the things which I look forward to after a long day of work in the office. It is just that I would want to ride the train without fearing for my life--or any defiance of the laws in Physics.
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Birthday Wishlist: Instructions for Heart Thievery
24 for 24. I am turning a year older in a few weeks' time. I still keep too much secrets. I run around with my heart on my sleeve. I pretend I am not emotional. I like the pronoun "I" too much. Outside my bedroom are two dogs sighing their selves to sleep.
Please hold my hand when we cross the street. I have been told I do not know how to.
This has been around for quite a while now, which is the reason why there are already things wishes which were fulfilled.
This has been around for quite a while now, which is the reason why there are already things wishes which were fulfilled.
- cupcake decorating kit
- breakfast in bed, naked, laughing, cupcakes
Get Contacts/Eyeglassesthanks, Marketing Job- My chipped tooth fixed
hair permedLove and Longing in Bombay by Vikram Chandrathanks @helloluisan occasion to wear stiletto heelsthanks Ondoy.- make cupcakes/truffles for a girl born in November
- to actually mount a bike and pretend to learn it.
drink, pass-out from drinking, be taken care of- karaoke
- sit behind a hotel front desk—a little after midnight
to disappear for a notable period of time- to stand in a very high place while blowing bubbles (pictures if possible)
- have dinner with a girl who is a Sagittarius or Capricorn
a playlistthanks, @thismadworld- a decent photo of myself in a bikini
perfume/cologne, really nice smelling onesfake slowdancing- stargazer lilies.
kiss to Bon Iver’s “Blood Bank”kiss under a streetlight- one perfect cupcake.
one perfect kiss.
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Article 21
dear new job,
I like you. I like you a lot. However, days drag on when I don't really do any work.
You see, new job, I am a junkie. I like the way you offer some form of distraction from all the other things in my life which is not going right. Lately, I haven't been doing anything at all. I feel threatened. I feel redundant. I feel unfulfilled. Yes, emo as it may sound, I feel sad.
Please, pick up soon. I hope that hotel in Antipolo finally opens so I can work on those things which I should be working on; like the marketing for its opening, etc.
Please, please. I don't want to quit you.
love,
DK.
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Oh, no, here we go again
Third time today someone called me looking for my mother. This is a great way to wipe the smile off of my face. Not that there was any to begin with, mind you.
I am forcing myself to write because I am sad. Lately, I try to write love letters If only to have something else to think about. All I have however are lettters and unwilling recipients.
Maybe I will write each one of the boys I like a love letter. If only to have a method for distraction.
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Growing Pains
2008 and 2009 had been one of the worst years of my life, if not the worst.
The truth is: I am not looking forward to anything at all as of the moment.
I remember a girl named Anna, I think I know too many Anna's in my life. I wonder why there are people who have a lot in their lives but they can not seem to be contented with what they have that they invent the sordid details of their lives.
These days I wish I am plain boring. These days I wish my only problem involves living from paycheck to paycheck and the ruins of my heart. I feel like I have too much on our plate that it is mundane and unlivable. I sleep longer at nights. I smoke more. I have ran away from several people. I did not go to work today because I have to attend to some problems.
Sometimes I think I need some help, but maybe that was just me being too maarte.
If only last.fm allows for retrieving of old data I would have erased that as well. My lack of a spine has only caused me to temporarily delete my twitter and facebook (again).
The truth is: I am not looking forward to anything at all as of the moment.
I remember a girl named Anna, I think I know too many Anna's in my life. I wonder why there are people who have a lot in their lives but they can not seem to be contented with what they have that they invent the sordid details of their lives.
These days I wish I am plain boring. These days I wish my only problem involves living from paycheck to paycheck and the ruins of my heart. I feel like I have too much on our plate that it is mundane and unlivable. I sleep longer at nights. I smoke more. I have ran away from several people. I did not go to work today because I have to attend to some problems.
Sometimes I think I need some help, but maybe that was just me being too maarte.
If only last.fm allows for retrieving of old data I would have erased that as well. My lack of a spine has only caused me to temporarily delete my twitter and facebook (again).
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Die, Bitch, die!
Beware: scammers are all around now, especially that it's Christmas season.
The terrible things happen to good people. However, this is not my story.
I have been working for the hotel and restaurant industry for only two months. I have only heard of scams happening to friends and I do not have the slightest idea on how they operate until recently.
A friend of mine works as an account executive for one of the hotels the company I work for owns. Her job involves talking to clients and getting clients.
The Gang
My friend, R, was befriended by this woman who goes by the name Sonia Romero. Ms. Romero claims to be working for NLEX and its team. Romero claims she is from Cebu and will be working in Manila for a few days with some of her colleagues. She has with her three of her kids.
The Ploy
She will befriend one of the staff. She will ask about long-staying rates and other promos which the hotel offers. She will tell her friend from the staff, in this story my friend R, that some of her friends plan to check in the hotel for a long period of time and will take up a few rooms. Naturally, this means a notable account for the said friend/account executive. The con artist will act to gain the victim's trust. Either by introducing the AE to her kids and talking about her fake life. She asked for random requests such as lugaw from the kanto, a hair clip, and a van to be used for when her kids will decide to go to Enchanted Kingdom the following days.
She paid for her first two nights of stay in the hotel. Making it seem like she is a legitimate customer.
The Execution
The day before she leaves the hotel her kids will be fetched from the hotel. She will claim that they need to be going someplace--her children. That night, she then decided to borrow my friend's laptop saying that she needs to be doing some papers considering that the work week is about to commence. My friend naturally would let their guest borrow her laptop so as to please the client.
The next morning, she pays the hotel a cheque and claims to just be going to church. The check is from a closed account. My friend's laptop along with some other things were stolen from her.
Oh, crap.
Much as we would like to think that our parents had raised us well imparting the age-old knowledge of never trusting strangers, we can not help it.
Terrible things happen to good people. I would like to think I am a good person, now I am afraid.
In other news, my birthday is about to come up. Have you thought of what gift you would like to give me? :D
The terrible things happen to good people. However, this is not my story.
I have been working for the hotel and restaurant industry for only two months. I have only heard of scams happening to friends and I do not have the slightest idea on how they operate until recently.
A friend of mine works as an account executive for one of the hotels the company I work for owns. Her job involves talking to clients and getting clients.
The Gang
My friend, R, was befriended by this woman who goes by the name Sonia Romero. Ms. Romero claims to be working for NLEX and its team. Romero claims she is from Cebu and will be working in Manila for a few days with some of her colleagues. She has with her three of her kids.
The Ploy
She will befriend one of the staff. She will ask about long-staying rates and other promos which the hotel offers. She will tell her friend from the staff, in this story my friend R, that some of her friends plan to check in the hotel for a long period of time and will take up a few rooms. Naturally, this means a notable account for the said friend/account executive. The con artist will act to gain the victim's trust. Either by introducing the AE to her kids and talking about her fake life. She asked for random requests such as lugaw from the kanto, a hair clip, and a van to be used for when her kids will decide to go to Enchanted Kingdom the following days.
She paid for her first two nights of stay in the hotel. Making it seem like she is a legitimate customer.
The Execution
The day before she leaves the hotel her kids will be fetched from the hotel. She will claim that they need to be going someplace--her children. That night, she then decided to borrow my friend's laptop saying that she needs to be doing some papers considering that the work week is about to commence. My friend naturally would let their guest borrow her laptop so as to please the client.
The next morning, she pays the hotel a cheque and claims to just be going to church. The check is from a closed account. My friend's laptop along with some other things were stolen from her.
Oh, crap.
Much as we would like to think that our parents had raised us well imparting the age-old knowledge of never trusting strangers, we can not help it.
Terrible things happen to good people. I would like to think I am a good person, now I am afraid.
In other news, my birthday is about to come up. Have you thought of what gift you would like to give me? :D
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Middle Name: Crazy
I did a lot of crazy shit back in college. No this does not include falling for the ridiculously stupid and ugly boys--which by the way I have done way too many times that anyone should ever do legally. I do not exactly call myself reckless or rebellious but I think I did my share of crazy shit back in college. Here are but some of them.
1) Gayuma. Ex. Unrequited Love. No, I did not gayuma an ex. I had this friend who was ridiculously in love with her ex. In order to win the said ex back, I would accompany my friend to places where they sell gayuma and other trinkets. A lady who sells gayuma suggested that she feed him this bag of cat hair. Of course, the cat hair would be guised in some sweet food. We made a batch of cookies, me and my friend, and my friend made us (me and another friend) go to her ex to feed him the said cookies--spiked with cat hair. No, she was not able to win him back.
2) Bus Ride, Seat Fare, Chance at True Love. It was a cold December night and I was on a bus bound to Manila. A few minutes into the ride, a little right after I paid the fare, I got an SMS from a friend who told me that the boy I had a huge crush on was on stage our college Pasiklaban stage (that is pretty similar to UPDiliman's Lantern Parade--only with more drugs, alcohol and rock and roll), drunk and looking for me. Never had a chance to think, I went down the bus not minding the ticket I had already paid and took the cab back to our school. I saw said guy making-out with some girl in the college parking lot.
3) a Pencil, a Gang of Four, Police Blotter. Hello, my name is Kath and I had stabbed someone with a pencil. (Hi, Kath!) I just came from Nihonggo class which was a grueling three hours on a Friday evening, one could easily imagine that everyone is looking forward to a sleepy weekend, but no I had to go to class. I was out to have dinner (alone) so I decided to withdraw money from the bank, I accidentally bumped into a girl who was just coming out of the ATM booth. Their gang of four decided to gang up on me the moment I went out the ATM booth. They were pushing me and pushing me (all four of them) so I decided to protect myself. I stabbed one of the girl's arms with a pencil. A few seconds later a guard stopped us and called to bring us to the police station.
4) Bid a Guy for the Highest Amount. It was during the College Fair when this Org in my college had this idea that a great way to raise money is to bid cute college guys to lonely college gays, guys, girls (like me!) I had the meanest crush on the captain of the college debate team, so I bid for him! Needless to say his bid was the highest bid for anyone that day.
5) Put down a Restraining Order on a Boy I Dated. My dating history is not stellar. My dates included boys with girlfriends, boys with fiances, bums, drug addicts, etc. I was dating this boy when I had the biggest crush on our organization's chairman. After the said ex and I broke-up he would occasionally go to my place in the morning and ransack my clothes and personal belongings. One time I saw him going through the photos I had printed taking copies of photos of the said boy I had a crush on. He was ballistic and mad and was prepared to hit me. A few days later I put down a restraining order on said boy. He could not come to the baranggay where I live unless he wants to be jailed.
There were some other crazy shit I did which can not be written down mostly because they would consist of several felonies. What crazy shit did you do during your time?
1) Gayuma. Ex. Unrequited Love. No, I did not gayuma an ex. I had this friend who was ridiculously in love with her ex. In order to win the said ex back, I would accompany my friend to places where they sell gayuma and other trinkets. A lady who sells gayuma suggested that she feed him this bag of cat hair. Of course, the cat hair would be guised in some sweet food. We made a batch of cookies, me and my friend, and my friend made us (me and another friend) go to her ex to feed him the said cookies--spiked with cat hair. No, she was not able to win him back.
2) Bus Ride, Seat Fare, Chance at True Love. It was a cold December night and I was on a bus bound to Manila. A few minutes into the ride, a little right after I paid the fare, I got an SMS from a friend who told me that the boy I had a huge crush on was on stage our college Pasiklaban stage (that is pretty similar to UPDiliman's Lantern Parade--only with more drugs, alcohol and rock and roll), drunk and looking for me. Never had a chance to think, I went down the bus not minding the ticket I had already paid and took the cab back to our school. I saw said guy making-out with some girl in the college parking lot.
3) a Pencil, a Gang of Four, Police Blotter. Hello, my name is Kath and I had stabbed someone with a pencil. (Hi, Kath!) I just came from Nihonggo class which was a grueling three hours on a Friday evening, one could easily imagine that everyone is looking forward to a sleepy weekend, but no I had to go to class. I was out to have dinner (alone) so I decided to withdraw money from the bank, I accidentally bumped into a girl who was just coming out of the ATM booth. Their gang of four decided to gang up on me the moment I went out the ATM booth. They were pushing me and pushing me (all four of them) so I decided to protect myself. I stabbed one of the girl's arms with a pencil. A few seconds later a guard stopped us and called to bring us to the police station.
4) Bid a Guy for the Highest Amount. It was during the College Fair when this Org in my college had this idea that a great way to raise money is to bid cute college guys to lonely college gays, guys, girls (like me!) I had the meanest crush on the captain of the college debate team, so I bid for him! Needless to say his bid was the highest bid for anyone that day.
5) Put down a Restraining Order on a Boy I Dated. My dating history is not stellar. My dates included boys with girlfriends, boys with fiances, bums, drug addicts, etc. I was dating this boy when I had the biggest crush on our organization's chairman. After the said ex and I broke-up he would occasionally go to my place in the morning and ransack my clothes and personal belongings. One time I saw him going through the photos I had printed taking copies of photos of the said boy I had a crush on. He was ballistic and mad and was prepared to hit me. A few days later I put down a restraining order on said boy. He could not come to the baranggay where I live unless he wants to be jailed.
There were some other crazy shit I did which can not be written down mostly because they would consist of several felonies. What crazy shit did you do during your time?
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I Think I Like My Job
Yes, there I said it. I think I like my job. I like the flexi-time, I like the free lunches. I like the small boutique hotels, I like the school, like the restaurants, and most of all I like the people I work with. Small as the company may be, I still like it.
Why I Like This Job More Than My Last
Why I Like This Job More Than My Last
- It is more intelligent than the last.
- This one does not force me to wake-up at unholy hours of the morning unlike the previous ones where I have to go to work at 7am.
- This one provides us free lunches.
- This one has a higher ratio of more intelligent people. The previous one perhaps can be said to have a higher ratio of stupid people as it is a very big company. I am not saying that the people there are unintelligent--quite the contrary as my friends from the previous company are all very, very smart.
- I can steal fondant from the kitchen--that's a plus, yo!
- My fear in this company is rooted in the fact that there are times when I feel useless and inadequate as this is a real-job as opposed to my previous job which could easily just kick you out when they feel like it.
- I am new to this kind of thing. I used to work as a ghost writer in my previous company.
- I have to deal with more people.
- I have to do marketing--which I am not used to as I am a literature major.
- I know completely nothing about inviting people to go to events.
- I know completely nothing about sponsored advertisements.
- I know very little from the blogging community.
- I need people who blog about food and I need to invite them to the opening of one of our restaurant outlets.
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Hey, Baby, What is Your Sign?
I have yet to meet an Aries I didn't like. I stay away from Aquarius. Gemini boys must be avoided. I believe my soulmate is a Cancer.
Aries - 7
Virgo - 4
Aquarius - 2
Gemini - 2
Scorpio - 2
Cancer - 2
Libra - 1
Pisces - 1
Total - 21
Taurus - 0
Leo - 0
Sagittarius - 0
Capricorn - 0
No, that is not the number of boys I have dated. No, that is not the number of boys I have kissed. No, that is not the number of boys I have been in a relationship with. That is just the number of people who (1) I have been "more-than-the-average" attracted to, (2) I actually remember the birthdays/sign of.
Let me first qualify, I had a certain degree of crush on them that I actually even committed their birthdays to memory; These are the people I liked for more than a month without hating their guts while I am at it; People who I have had major crushes on.
Despite the fact that I have liked more than twelve people (this number is particularly important as there are twelve signs on the zodiac), I seem to naturally gravitate to only some of them.
I have this tendency to stereotype people based on their signs (shallow, I know) and form an assumption of their personalities based on the traits of those who came before them.
I have yet to meet an Aries I did not like.
My first boyfriend is an Aries. We were together officially for two weeks. That is because he had a girlfriend when we became "official;" Long story. Most Arieses I met are hard-headed and have a tendency to be a little narcissistic and spoiled. I like that trait about them. They have a certain rudeness and brusque in them which are sharp and attractive.
I do not seem to meet a lot of Virgos, though.
Virgos are familiar. I like how they can be so grounded and gentle with their words. They feel safe and comfortable to have around. They, however, can not seem to keep my attention for long.
Aquarius and Gemini are my least favorite experience.
Gemini boys are crazy and unpredictable--in a bad way. They can choose to ignore you one moment and then show you that you are the center of their universe. My least favorite ex is a Gemini. He is to never be included in a discussion of my life. I ran away from both of the Geminis in my life. I just chose to magically disappear and erased all traces of existence where they could find me. Unless of course they feeli like googling my name.
Aquarius boys are a different story on why I hate them. In fact, it deserved a whole other entry. My attraction for Aquarius begins in a very favorable manner, only to leave a sour taste in the mouth. (Forgive the bad metaphor) It is like eating candy with a rotten middle, you will never know how bad the insides are until you eat through the sweet coating.
I have a special affinity for Scorpios--boys or girls.
I like their air of mystery. I like that I can not seem to get them completely. I like how they can be so guarded. I like how they can be occasionally rude and jealous and sweet at the same time. Considering, though, that I am a Scorpio, a relationship with another Scorpio is said to be bad for my health.
Cancers seem to be my favorite.
I have only liked two cancers in my life. I have liked both of them for more than three years. My soulmate is a Cancer.
Too little to form an opinion: Libra and Pisces.
The only Libra that I like is this boy who reads good literature, with bad hair and bad teeth. The only Pisces I liked had a girlfriend who turns to be my college roommate.
I have never had a crush on a Taurus, a Leo, a Sagittarius or a Capricorn. Perhaps, they are just not my type. I have yet to be convinced about this though.
Oh, hey, my birthday is coming up next week. Make me happy, this is my wishlist.
Aries - 7
Virgo - 4
Aquarius - 2
Gemini - 2
Scorpio - 2
Cancer - 2
Libra - 1
Pisces - 1
Total - 21
Taurus - 0
Leo - 0
Sagittarius - 0
Capricorn - 0
Let me first qualify, I had a certain degree of crush on them that I actually even committed their birthdays to memory; These are the people I liked for more than a month without hating their guts while I am at it; People who I have had major crushes on.
Despite the fact that I have liked more than twelve people (this number is particularly important as there are twelve signs on the zodiac), I seem to naturally gravitate to only some of them.
I have this tendency to stereotype people based on their signs (shallow, I know) and form an assumption of their personalities based on the traits of those who came before them.
I have yet to meet an Aries I did not like.
My first boyfriend is an Aries. We were together officially for two weeks. That is because he had a girlfriend when we became "official;" Long story. Most Arieses I met are hard-headed and have a tendency to be a little narcissistic and spoiled. I like that trait about them. They have a certain rudeness and brusque in them which are sharp and attractive.
I do not seem to meet a lot of Virgos, though.
Virgos are familiar. I like how they can be so grounded and gentle with their words. They feel safe and comfortable to have around. They, however, can not seem to keep my attention for long.
Aquarius and Gemini are my least favorite experience.
Gemini boys are crazy and unpredictable--in a bad way. They can choose to ignore you one moment and then show you that you are the center of their universe. My least favorite ex is a Gemini. He is to never be included in a discussion of my life. I ran away from both of the Geminis in my life. I just chose to magically disappear and erased all traces of existence where they could find me. Unless of course they feeli like googling my name.
Aquarius boys are a different story on why I hate them. In fact, it deserved a whole other entry. My attraction for Aquarius begins in a very favorable manner, only to leave a sour taste in the mouth. (Forgive the bad metaphor) It is like eating candy with a rotten middle, you will never know how bad the insides are until you eat through the sweet coating.
I have a special affinity for Scorpios--boys or girls.
I like their air of mystery. I like that I can not seem to get them completely. I like how they can be so guarded. I like how they can be occasionally rude and jealous and sweet at the same time. Considering, though, that I am a Scorpio, a relationship with another Scorpio is said to be bad for my health.
Cancers seem to be my favorite.
I have only liked two cancers in my life. I have liked both of them for more than three years. My soulmate is a Cancer.
Too little to form an opinion: Libra and Pisces.
The only Libra that I like is this boy who reads good literature, with bad hair and bad teeth. The only Pisces I liked had a girlfriend who turns to be my college roommate.
I have never had a crush on a Taurus, a Leo, a Sagittarius or a Capricorn. Perhaps, they are just not my type. I have yet to be convinced about this though.
Oh, hey, my birthday is coming up next week. Make me happy, this is my wishlist.
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TYP 751, RYAN PATRICK
DO NOT RIDE! THE DRIVER THREW COINS AT MY FACE.
I am not a firm believer of taxi cabs. If you know me in real life, you would know how much I enjoy walking. I have only met a few ones which I actually found likable. Last night was the most horrible of them.
It was around 6.30 in the evening, I was in the area of Greenhills Shopping Center on my way to Eastwood to watch my friend Anne get a tattoo for her birthday. I got on this cab (Ryan Patrick, TYP 751) and told him to bring me to Eastwood. A few minutes into the ride, he told me to add 40p on top of the fare that will drop down on his taxi meter. I had thought this was a terrible thing, but decided to stick to it because I had a long day and I was carrying something heavy. I was pissed as expected.
Along the way, he had this habit of reaching out to the bottom of the passenger seat's floor or covering his taxi meter. This raised my suspicion so I kept my eye on him.
Along C5, just past Red Ribbon (the establishment) he pressed some buttons on his meter and the meter that was flagging down turned off. I asked him what he was doing and he said that "Nasira iyong metro ko. Bigla na lang siyang namatay." (My meter broke. It suddenly died.) He asked me how much I usually pay when I go to Eastwood, and I said that I pay whatever is on the meter. He told me to just hand in 200p and that he will take me there. So I decided to just fuck it and perhaps I will just walk all the way. I asked him how much the meter said right before he started pressing it. He told me it was 67.50p. I was looking for that amount in my wallet and I couldn't find anything but 100p bills. I decided to pay him 80p because I assumed 20p bills were easier to just get and give. He gave me 1.25p as change and told me: "Sayo na iyan, ineng. Wala akong barya." I insisted that he gives me my full change. I accused him of panggagancho because of what he was doing. This was perhaps the reason why in the next few minutes, he pulled out coins in his pocket and threw them at me. "Eh wala nga akong barya e, o ayan, sa iyo na." (I said, I don't have coins. Here!) I was shocked. I went down the cab crying and carrying this huge bag with me. I started crying when my contacts fell off. Everything was blurry and I couldn't see the numbers of the cab. I was walking along C5 to Eastwood crying my guts out in my heels and swearing every single step of the way (until Shopwise.)
Pertinent things you must remember:
18 November 2009, Wednesday, around 630pm
TYP 751, RYAN PATRICK
Bagbag, Nova. QC
This morning, on my way to work I saw two RYAN PATRICK taxis. I tried my best to get their numbers but to no avail as I was not wearing contacts.
I would like to think that I am a generally nice person. I would like to believe that I am likable and sweet enough never to get that kind of treatment from anyone I know or do not know. I do not treat my friends mean. I am of the belief that nice taxi cabs must be tipped and that restaurants must be left a decent tip as well. I hold out doors for strangers. I smile at strangers, etc. etc.
My birthday is coming up, you might not be able to teach me how to ride a bike, send me stargazer lilies, or a cupcake. The least I want you to do for me is to spread this story around. If ever, give me the number of RYAN PATRICK. I can not imagine knowing someone else got coins thrown at their face.
AS FOR YOU, taxi driver who LOOKS LIKE JV Ejercito: TANGINA MO KA, MAMATAY KA DIN. (edit: I am not saying anything against the mayor. for all I know he is doing his job right now attending to incidents like this one. Said taxi driver just happens to look like the guy)
I am not a firm believer of taxi cabs. If you know me in real life, you would know how much I enjoy walking. I have only met a few ones which I actually found likable. Last night was the most horrible of them.
It was around 6.30 in the evening, I was in the area of Greenhills Shopping Center on my way to Eastwood to watch my friend Anne get a tattoo for her birthday. I got on this cab (Ryan Patrick, TYP 751) and told him to bring me to Eastwood. A few minutes into the ride, he told me to add 40p on top of the fare that will drop down on his taxi meter. I had thought this was a terrible thing, but decided to stick to it because I had a long day and I was carrying something heavy. I was pissed as expected.
Along the way, he had this habit of reaching out to the bottom of the passenger seat's floor or covering his taxi meter. This raised my suspicion so I kept my eye on him.
Along C5, just past Red Ribbon (the establishment) he pressed some buttons on his meter and the meter that was flagging down turned off. I asked him what he was doing and he said that "Nasira iyong metro ko. Bigla na lang siyang namatay." (My meter broke. It suddenly died.) He asked me how much I usually pay when I go to Eastwood, and I said that I pay whatever is on the meter. He told me to just hand in 200p and that he will take me there. So I decided to just fuck it and perhaps I will just walk all the way. I asked him how much the meter said right before he started pressing it. He told me it was 67.50p. I was looking for that amount in my wallet and I couldn't find anything but 100p bills. I decided to pay him 80p because I assumed 20p bills were easier to just get and give. He gave me 1.25p as change and told me: "Sayo na iyan, ineng. Wala akong barya." I insisted that he gives me my full change. I accused him of panggagancho because of what he was doing. This was perhaps the reason why in the next few minutes, he pulled out coins in his pocket and threw them at me. "Eh wala nga akong barya e, o ayan, sa iyo na." (I said, I don't have coins. Here!) I was shocked. I went down the cab crying and carrying this huge bag with me. I started crying when my contacts fell off. Everything was blurry and I couldn't see the numbers of the cab. I was walking along C5 to Eastwood crying my guts out in my heels and swearing every single step of the way (until Shopwise.)
Pertinent things you must remember:
18 November 2009, Wednesday, around 630pm
TYP 751, RYAN PATRICK
Bagbag, Nova. QC
This morning, on my way to work I saw two RYAN PATRICK taxis. I tried my best to get their numbers but to no avail as I was not wearing contacts.
I would like to think that I am a generally nice person. I would like to believe that I am likable and sweet enough never to get that kind of treatment from anyone I know or do not know. I do not treat my friends mean. I am of the belief that nice taxi cabs must be tipped and that restaurants must be left a decent tip as well. I hold out doors for strangers. I smile at strangers, etc. etc.
My birthday is coming up, you might not be able to teach me how to ride a bike, send me stargazer lilies, or a cupcake. The least I want you to do for me is to spread this story around. If ever, give me the number of RYAN PATRICK. I can not imagine knowing someone else got coins thrown at their face.
AS FOR YOU, taxi driver who LOOKS LIKE JV Ejercito: TANGINA MO KA, MAMATAY KA DIN. (edit: I am not saying anything against the mayor. for all I know he is doing his job right now attending to incidents like this one. Said taxi driver just happens to look like the guy)
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Dealbreakers
I got the idea of this blog-post from my friend Helga. I am also doing this because I saw ![[info]]()
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thisistheplan do it.
I have dated future stalkers, assholes, and a lot of heartbreakers. I think 2007 is my worst year for dating as I had dated several misses that year. Perhaps owing to that bad year in dating, I had gotten smarter and more discerning. Looking at my past relationship choices make me wonder whether my standards were really that low.
However, bad dating choices are one of the things I would like to poke fun at. Mostly those mistakes I had done for myself. Here are a few dealbreakers, some of which I wish I had had long before.
1) Does not have a job, blue-collar workers, or has no plans of getting one. This is an explanation in itself. I once dated a guy who had no job for a year or so during our entire relationship. We had been together for almost a year and a half, and he has a job for only four months. What was I thinking, right?
2) Eats off of my plate before I do. It is my food, it is my plate, how about letting me get the first bite? I get ticked if someone, anyone, eats off my food before I do. I remember sitting in a diner and going all weird on my date because he almost ate my food before I did. Even if I think I like you and position you in my top three crushes, eating off my plate first is a declaration of war. Kahit si John Lloyd ka pa, pag inunahan mo ako sa pagkain ko, I don't like you anymore.
3) Patronizes. I do not like being taken home. If I tell you where I live exactly it means you have broken one of my barriers already, more so if I let you come 300 meters from our house. I do not like the idea of surprise house visits. Once I dated this guy who suddenly turned up outside our subdivision, with a bouquet of flowers only because he wanted to apologize.
This also includes having to wait for me get into my ride and wait for my ride to leave. I like my alone time, however minimal.
4) Can not get along with my twin sister. My sister, I believe, is a better judge of people than I am. If she thinks you are an okay person, and you could get along, it is very likely for me to develop a bigger crush on you than the next guy who can not.
5) Unwilling to walk. I like walking, very much. If you refuse to walk with me from point A to point B and is a big priss, who would much rather take the cab, I do not see how we could get along. Besides long walks mean good conversation.
6) Plays a lot of R & B. Especially those who think that hot girls are those who could "move their bodies like a cyclone, and it makes you want to do her all night long." I attach a certain stigma to boys whose playlists only include Hip-hop and R&B, I think of them as immature and too horny. ek, bye.
7) Can not sustain an argument for seven minutes. Yes, point! This is a reference to the fact that I like college debates. I like smart boys, thank you. Especially those who, given a certain point of discussion could tell me the merits and demerits of an idea and discuss it intellectually. This does not mean that I would like for you to be arguing with me all the time, but any intellectual discussion on politics, pop culture, economics and the world in general makes me swoon and adore people more.
8) Stupid romantics. No declarations of love should be made unless you have met my sisters, my dogs, at least two of my friends; had tasted how I cook sinigang, and know the color of my toothbrush. Immature declarations of extreme affection are scary. I have been through a lot of shit in my life and hopeless romantics are idealists who think that love keeps people alive are crazy.
9) Is an Aquarius. If you are born somewhere between January 20 to February 19 , do not even bother.
10) Does not have a blog. This also includes boys whose blogs are abysmally peppered with bad prose, bad grammar and over-ridden with cliches. This is also a good gauge of whether we might have something in common. I like boys who keep a blog, only because it makes them seem more real to me. For all I know, psycho ka. If you do not have internet presence, I would like for you to justify why you withdraw from the world and refuse to be connected.
My longest relationship with anyone outside my family is the one I have with my blog, anyone who can not see the value and merit of keeping a blog leaves much to be desired.
♥
I think I can do a calculation based on this. Maybe next time.
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sugarcages and thisistheplan do it. I have dated future stalkers, assholes, and a lot of heartbreakers. I think 2007 is my worst year for dating as I had dated several misses that year. Perhaps owing to that bad year in dating, I had gotten smarter and more discerning. Looking at my past relationship choices make me wonder whether my standards were really that low.
However, bad dating choices are one of the things I would like to poke fun at. Mostly those mistakes I had done for myself. Here are a few dealbreakers, some of which I wish I had had long before.
1) Does not have a job, blue-collar workers, or has no plans of getting one. This is an explanation in itself. I once dated a guy who had no job for a year or so during our entire relationship. We had been together for almost a year and a half, and he has a job for only four months. What was I thinking, right?
2) Eats off of my plate before I do. It is my food, it is my plate, how about letting me get the first bite? I get ticked if someone, anyone, eats off my food before I do. I remember sitting in a diner and going all weird on my date because he almost ate my food before I did. Even if I think I like you and position you in my top three crushes, eating off my plate first is a declaration of war. Kahit si John Lloyd ka pa, pag inunahan mo ako sa pagkain ko, I don't like you anymore.
3) Patronizes. I do not like being taken home. If I tell you where I live exactly it means you have broken one of my barriers already, more so if I let you come 300 meters from our house. I do not like the idea of surprise house visits. Once I dated this guy who suddenly turned up outside our subdivision, with a bouquet of flowers only because he wanted to apologize.
This also includes having to wait for me get into my ride and wait for my ride to leave. I like my alone time, however minimal.
4) Can not get along with my twin sister. My sister, I believe, is a better judge of people than I am. If she thinks you are an okay person, and you could get along, it is very likely for me to develop a bigger crush on you than the next guy who can not.
5) Unwilling to walk. I like walking, very much. If you refuse to walk with me from point A to point B and is a big priss, who would much rather take the cab, I do not see how we could get along. Besides long walks mean good conversation.
6) Plays a lot of R & B. Especially those who think that hot girls are those who could "move their bodies like a cyclone, and it makes you want to do her all night long." I attach a certain stigma to boys whose playlists only include Hip-hop and R&B, I think of them as immature and too horny. ek, bye.
7) Can not sustain an argument for seven minutes. Yes, point! This is a reference to the fact that I like college debates. I like smart boys, thank you. Especially those who, given a certain point of discussion could tell me the merits and demerits of an idea and discuss it intellectually. This does not mean that I would like for you to be arguing with me all the time, but any intellectual discussion on politics, pop culture, economics and the world in general makes me swoon and adore people more.
8) Stupid romantics. No declarations of love should be made unless you have met my sisters, my dogs, at least two of my friends; had tasted how I cook sinigang, and know the color of my toothbrush. Immature declarations of extreme affection are scary. I have been through a lot of shit in my life and hopeless romantics are idealists who think that love keeps people alive are crazy.
9) Is an Aquarius. If you are born somewhere between January 20 to February 19 , do not even bother.
10) Does not have a blog. This also includes boys whose blogs are abysmally peppered with bad prose, bad grammar and over-ridden with cliches. This is also a good gauge of whether we might have something in common. I like boys who keep a blog, only because it makes them seem more real to me. For all I know, psycho ka. If you do not have internet presence, I would like for you to justify why you withdraw from the world and refuse to be connected.
My longest relationship with anyone outside my family is the one I have with my blog, anyone who can not see the value and merit of keeping a blog leaves much to be desired.
♥
I think I can do a calculation based on this. Maybe next time.
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My Favorite Memory of You
If you are in this list, a I have a favorite memory of you in 2009.
I had met a lot of brilliant friends this year. All of them cut from different molds, but all equally brilliant and endeared to me. Perhaps, I am not going to be the first one to say this but 2009 had been a very challenging year for most everyone I know. Despite this, 2009 is not one with some great instances.
Here is a small collection of my favorite memories of people in 2009. Each memory is with a friend/a group of friends. If you are in this list, I like you enough to remember. If you are not in this list, it might perhaps be because we have not gotten the chance to forge memories more. This is not a date list. This is a list of my favorite memories of people (girls and boys).
Not in particular order:
1) It was a few days after your birthday. Your hair was remarkably beautiful that night. We were walking all around Cubao, right after dinner. It drizzled lightly that night, and there was no electricity. We shared a few bottles of beer over candlelight.
2) We were over a friend's birthday party. We were sitting on the cold, tiled floor right behind the door. It was the night I had found out your full name. We were talking about people, relationships and our names over a few bottles of beer and glasses of vodka and orange juice a friend of ours kept serving.
3) Somewhere in a bar in Kamuning, we were sitting with a spread of scrabble game in front of us. I shamelessly lost to you, with a wide margin. I have yet to return to you your scrabble board.
4) Outside a mall, right after dinner, we were conducting a song and dance number over an imaginary song. I was twirling under a streetlight. A few minutes later, on a surprisingly empty northbound bus, I was singing and dancing She & Him's "Sweet Darling" on the aisles for you.
5) It was the first time I had met you, a Tuesday. The first three things I notice about you are your Marlboro Reds, your flip phone, and the way you gush when you smile. You mentioned that you judge people by the music they are listening to, I remember you saying Broken Social Scene.
6) It was the day after the biggest storm of the year had hit Manila. We were wading deep in sewer water. We discuss the possible contents of the water we were wading in. We were giggling at the thought that this might make for an interesting date, had we not been wading in shit, piss and garbage filled water.
7) We were sitting on a couch in my favorite place in Cubao. You were across me with a common friend. You were wearing black and a string of pearls. Times like those reaffirm the fact that even if we rarely see each other, I love you unconditionally.
8) I rarely see you. When we see each other, it was always over at Cubao Expo. You showed me around the shop your brother and his friends own. You mentioned that you were meaning to go to Nomnomnom to join the Samosa eating contest so that you have a chance to win a tattoo. You were holding a beer.
9) I had known you a long time over the internet. It was the first time I had met you. Over a few bottles of beer, we discussed zodiac signs, the boys we like, and the school we shared. I remember you were wearing military green.
10) Sitting in a Starbucks, the one near 6UG, we discussed poetry. You told me that your students would be staging poetry reading in a stairwell one of these days. I was more than excited for you. You are one of the few people I know who reads and quotes Rumi.
11) Walking along Balete Drive. We were discussing architecture. A few minutes later, over at a Dunkin Donuts store you told me how Pineapple Juice is a recommendation for times when one is too drunk.
12) Over at Coffee Bean Ortigas, I hand you a small container of Truffles. You smelled delightful.
13) Streetlights. Walking. Tomato Kick. Best. Date. Ever.
Anyone who could guess who they are on this list plus three other, or three people on this list win a cupcake.
I had met a lot of brilliant friends this year. All of them cut from different molds, but all equally brilliant and endeared to me. Perhaps, I am not going to be the first one to say this but 2009 had been a very challenging year for most everyone I know. Despite this, 2009 is not one with some great instances.
Here is a small collection of my favorite memories of people in 2009. Each memory is with a friend/a group of friends. If you are in this list, I like you enough to remember. If you are not in this list, it might perhaps be because we have not gotten the chance to forge memories more. This is not a date list. This is a list of my favorite memories of people (girls and boys).
Not in particular order:
1) It was a few days after your birthday. Your hair was remarkably beautiful that night. We were walking all around Cubao, right after dinner. It drizzled lightly that night, and there was no electricity. We shared a few bottles of beer over candlelight.
2) We were over a friend's birthday party. We were sitting on the cold, tiled floor right behind the door. It was the night I had found out your full name. We were talking about people, relationships and our names over a few bottles of beer and glasses of vodka and orange juice a friend of ours kept serving.
3) Somewhere in a bar in Kamuning, we were sitting with a spread of scrabble game in front of us. I shamelessly lost to you, with a wide margin. I have yet to return to you your scrabble board.
4) Outside a mall, right after dinner, we were conducting a song and dance number over an imaginary song. I was twirling under a streetlight. A few minutes later, on a surprisingly empty northbound bus, I was singing and dancing She & Him's "Sweet Darling" on the aisles for you.
5) It was the first time I had met you, a Tuesday. The first three things I notice about you are your Marlboro Reds, your flip phone, and the way you gush when you smile. You mentioned that you judge people by the music they are listening to, I remember you saying Broken Social Scene.
6) It was the day after the biggest storm of the year had hit Manila. We were wading deep in sewer water. We discuss the possible contents of the water we were wading in. We were giggling at the thought that this might make for an interesting date, had we not been wading in shit, piss and garbage filled water.
7) We were sitting on a couch in my favorite place in Cubao. You were across me with a common friend. You were wearing black and a string of pearls. Times like those reaffirm the fact that even if we rarely see each other, I love you unconditionally.
8) I rarely see you. When we see each other, it was always over at Cubao Expo. You showed me around the shop your brother and his friends own. You mentioned that you were meaning to go to Nomnomnom to join the Samosa eating contest so that you have a chance to win a tattoo. You were holding a beer.
9) I had known you a long time over the internet. It was the first time I had met you. Over a few bottles of beer, we discussed zodiac signs, the boys we like, and the school we shared. I remember you were wearing military green.
10) Sitting in a Starbucks, the one near 6UG, we discussed poetry. You told me that your students would be staging poetry reading in a stairwell one of these days. I was more than excited for you. You are one of the few people I know who reads and quotes Rumi.
11) Walking along Balete Drive. We were discussing architecture. A few minutes later, over at a Dunkin Donuts store you told me how Pineapple Juice is a recommendation for times when one is too drunk.
12) Over at Coffee Bean Ortigas, I hand you a small container of Truffles. You smelled delightful.
13) Streetlights. Walking. Tomato Kick. Best. Date. Ever.
Anyone who could guess who they are on this list plus three other, or three people on this list win a cupcake.
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Reasons Why You Should NOT Date Kathrina
This I had promised to do to Alex and Elaine. I got this from Elaine, Alex, Joy, Helga and Jean.
1) Kathrina suffers from Short Attention Span. Once I was with a friend who was discussing Filipino Films from the 80s and how it might have influenced the movie we just saw. I was imagining how it could have been possible, oh wait, "Christmas is coming up, how about a gold headband?".
2) Something Always Comes Up. This might perhaps be the reason why her last real relationship failed. Something always came up, dates had to be cancelled and plans made one month earlier have to be compromised. All of her scheduled first dates this year were moved to another date, because things come up. This includes her getting sick, her getting removed from her job prior to this one, a funeral, a hospitalization, etc.
3) Kathrina likes Batman more than she likes you. Batman is a metaphor for any boy that I like more than the next guy. Unless of course, you are Batman himself. (If you have been my friend since 2006, you would know this fact by the love letters she writes to Batman.)
4) Kathrina is a damsel in distress. She gets coins thrown at her face, she gets lost a lot, she gets stranded in the middle of knee-high floods during a typhoon, she gets scared easily by slasher films and zombie movies, and the occasional "something always comes up". She makes up for this by not letting people take her home, sleeping in a bed with a singing doll in a bunny hat, and by not bothering you.
5) Kathrina has a lot of vices.
6) Kathrina will have a hard time remembering your face. This is because remembering people's faces is not really her best suit. You better not feel sad about the fact that she is a little disabled in this department.
7) Kathrina likes to write about you in her blog or in her secret blogs. Apart from this annoying trait, she probably had gushed about you or dissed you to her friends, her twin sister and to her dogs.
Next time, similar to hardsell, I will write a post on WHY YOU SHOULD DATE KATHRINA.
1) Kathrina suffers from Short Attention Span. Once I was with a friend who was discussing Filipino Films from the 80s and how it might have influenced the movie we just saw. I was imagining how it could have been possible, oh wait, "Christmas is coming up, how about a gold headband?".
2) Something Always Comes Up. This might perhaps be the reason why her last real relationship failed. Something always came up, dates had to be cancelled and plans made one month earlier have to be compromised. All of her scheduled first dates this year were moved to another date, because things come up. This includes her getting sick, her getting removed from her job prior to this one, a funeral, a hospitalization, etc.
3) Kathrina likes Batman more than she likes you. Batman is a metaphor for any boy that I like more than the next guy. Unless of course, you are Batman himself. (If you have been my friend since 2006, you would know this fact by the love letters she writes to Batman.)
4) Kathrina is a damsel in distress. She gets coins thrown at her face, she gets lost a lot, she gets stranded in the middle of knee-high floods during a typhoon, she gets scared easily by slasher films and zombie movies, and the occasional "something always comes up". She makes up for this by not letting people take her home, sleeping in a bed with a singing doll in a bunny hat, and by not bothering you.
5) Kathrina has a lot of vices.
6) Kathrina will have a hard time remembering your face. This is because remembering people's faces is not really her best suit. You better not feel sad about the fact that she is a little disabled in this department.
7) Kathrina likes to write about you in her blog or in her secret blogs. Apart from this annoying trait, she probably had gushed about you or dissed you to her friends, her twin sister and to her dogs.
Next time, similar to hardsell, I will write a post on WHY YOU SHOULD DATE KATHRINA.
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Best/Worst of 2009
You said "send me stationary to make me horny"
So I always write you letters in multicolours
Decorating envelopes for foreplay
Damn extended metaphors, I get carried away
This entry is brought to you by the huge-ass smile plastered on Kathrina's face. Now, moving on. I seem to see these lists littered all around in my google reader and my livejournal friends list. Considering how unoriginal I am, a best and worst list of Kathrina's 2009.
Worst
The loss of a beloved.
Fired from my previous job. This isn't exactly a bad thing, considering that that job could easily go to hell for all I care. Had I not been fired, I would not have decided to look for a new one.
Hospitalizations. I have been hospitalized more this year than ever. I consider August to be the worst month as All of the above mentioned happened during that month.
Nabasted. It was a Saturday night in May. I was crazy over this boy, he turned me down when I asked him back again. We are still great friends, so I guess it is not that bad. I am only being an over-dramatic drama queen.
Best
A new job. (make that two new jobs which I adore in different levels) I love my new job. I think it is one of the awesomest jobs I have ever had--ever.
Met the first person I ever met from the internet. It was March, we had lunch. I could be wrong, but then again, I do not remember meeting anyone I knew online before it.
Met friends from the internet and they actually became IRL friends. Which needless to say, I would like to be seeing more of you this year, if that can be arranged.
Gained two pounds. Last year, I remember being 92 lbs and now I am a 94! Yay! I think this is because of my new job! 6 more to go to my ideal weight.
Tomorrow, I will write my New Year's Resolution, you bet that "DO NOT PROCRASTINATE" is not in the list.
So I always write you letters in multicolours
Decorating envelopes for foreplay
Damn extended metaphors, I get carried away
This entry is brought to you by the huge-ass smile plastered on Kathrina's face. Now, moving on. I seem to see these lists littered all around in my google reader and my livejournal friends list. Considering how unoriginal I am, a best and worst list of Kathrina's 2009.
Worst
The loss of a beloved.
Fired from my previous job. This isn't exactly a bad thing, considering that that job could easily go to hell for all I care. Had I not been fired, I would not have decided to look for a new one.
Hospitalizations. I have been hospitalized more this year than ever. I consider August to be the worst month as All of the above mentioned happened during that month.
Nabasted. It was a Saturday night in May. I was crazy over this boy, he turned me down when I asked him back again. We are still great friends, so I guess it is not that bad. I am only being an over-dramatic drama queen.
Best
A new job. (make that two new jobs which I adore in different levels) I love my new job. I think it is one of the awesomest jobs I have ever had--ever.
Met the first person I ever met from the internet. It was March, we had lunch. I could be wrong, but then again, I do not remember meeting anyone I knew online before it.
Met friends from the internet and they actually became IRL friends. Which needless to say, I would like to be seeing more of you this year, if that can be arranged.
Gained two pounds. Last year, I remember being 92 lbs and now I am a 94! Yay! I think this is because of my new job! 6 more to go to my ideal weight.
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2009 in a Meme
This meme I got from the lovely, Caroline Dy. This year had been the most eventful year I have ever encountered. I have been hospitalized more times this year than any other, a death, met new great friends, etc! hooray! I promise this year to not be lazy when it comes to updating this blog. Also, a non-committal 365 somewhere in the blogosphere.
1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?
- a lot! Cry in front a church full of people, meet people from the internet, went to places, transferred houses, waded in knee-deep sewer water even if I could have chosen not to, among other things I could have forgotten now.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
- My new year's resolution from last year included learning how to ride a bike, less with the vices and gaining weight. I have only succesfully done the weight part.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
- Yep. However, I am not in a liberty to discuss.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
- Yes. Really close.
5. What countries did you visit?
- None. The Philippines!
6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
- restraint. This applies to my vices and other hedonistic tendencies.
7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
- There was August of this year. Forever and ever. And other happy things.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
- Actually got for myself a real job!
9. What was your biggest failure?
- Not being able to commit to things I have promised myself to. Most photography projects, quitting smoking, etc.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
- I was in the hospital four times this year for my health.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
- my ipod. heh, I am really frugal and poor.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
- My sister's. What can I say, genius runs in the family.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
- I am not in a position to be appalled and depressed over the behavior of those people, nonetheless, I still feel that way. heh.
14. Where did most of your money go?
- food. I eat a lot. Sometimes I wish I did not eat as much.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
- new job! Palawan, Pagudpud, Dakak, Baguio, doing my laundry, heh.
16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
- Oh by Dave Matthews Band.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?
- A.) Sadder; B.) Fatter; C.) Poorer (lahat na lang negative)
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
- reading more books, sleeping, hugging people I love.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
- Vices, vices, vices. My vices are too many it's criminal. And sleeping late.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
- Drinking beer and vodka by the gate, talking about love songs and videoke songs blaring from the neighbor's speakers, cooking, eating, sleeping, Visited the cemetery, Baguio!
21. Did you fall in love in 2009?
- Araw-araw kaya.
22. What was your favorite TV program?
- How I Met Your Mother.
23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
- Michael Yap. I secretly hate him last year, but this time I can say that I hate him without having to make it a secret.
24. What was the best book you read?
- Love and Longing in Bombay by Vikram Chandra.
25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
- Greatest? Grabe namang tall order ito. The Magnetic Fields! (luma na sila, but still) Passion Pit, Animal Collective, Slow Club, Bon Iver,
26. What did you want and get?
- Nothing. oh wait, my job.
27. What did you want and not get?
- Love.Ewan. Lokohan ang survey na ito.
28. What was your favorite film of this year?
- UP! <333 I cried.
29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
- fell down on the pavement in Baguio, 24.
30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
- Less work, more money? hehehe
31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
- Nothing. I am not fashionable. After years of not wearing shoes, I actually wore shoes in 2009-again.
32. What kept you sane?
- Beer, Friends, long conversations.
33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
- Secret. LOL
34. What political issue stirred you the most?
- Ondoy, Ampatuan Massacre
35. Who did you miss?
- my mom.
36. Who was the best new person you met?
- Nahihiya akong sabihin. Baka binabasa niya blog ko.
37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.
- Hug people more. Hold hands, touch their shoulders, show any form of affection! You will never know when you will see them last.
38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
- “Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten...
Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
You understood so you shouldn't have fought it. ”
1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?
- a lot! Cry in front a church full of people, meet people from the internet, went to places, transferred houses, waded in knee-deep sewer water even if I could have chosen not to, among other things I could have forgotten now.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
- My new year's resolution from last year included learning how to ride a bike, less with the vices and gaining weight. I have only succesfully done the weight part.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
- Yep. However, I am not in a liberty to discuss.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
- Yes. Really close.
5. What countries did you visit?
- None. The Philippines!
6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
- restraint. This applies to my vices and other hedonistic tendencies.
7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
- There was August of this year. Forever and ever. And other happy things.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
- Actually got for myself a real job!
9. What was your biggest failure?
- Not being able to commit to things I have promised myself to. Most photography projects, quitting smoking, etc.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
- I was in the hospital four times this year for my health.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
- my ipod. heh, I am really frugal and poor.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
- My sister's. What can I say, genius runs in the family.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
- I am not in a position to be appalled and depressed over the behavior of those people, nonetheless, I still feel that way. heh.
14. Where did most of your money go?
- food. I eat a lot. Sometimes I wish I did not eat as much.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
- new job! Palawan, Pagudpud, Dakak, Baguio, doing my laundry, heh.
16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
- Oh by Dave Matthews Band.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?
- A.) Sadder; B.) Fatter; C.) Poorer (lahat na lang negative)
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
- reading more books, sleeping, hugging people I love.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
- Vices, vices, vices. My vices are too many it's criminal. And sleeping late.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
- Drinking beer and vodka by the gate, talking about love songs and videoke songs blaring from the neighbor's speakers, cooking, eating, sleeping, Visited the cemetery, Baguio!
21. Did you fall in love in 2009?
- Araw-araw kaya.
22. What was your favorite TV program?
- How I Met Your Mother.
23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
- Michael Yap. I secretly hate him last year, but this time I can say that I hate him without having to make it a secret.
24. What was the best book you read?
- Love and Longing in Bombay by Vikram Chandra.
25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
- Greatest? Grabe namang tall order ito. The Magnetic Fields! (luma na sila, but still) Passion Pit, Animal Collective, Slow Club, Bon Iver,
26. What did you want and get?
- Nothing. oh wait, my job.
27. What did you want and not get?
- Love.Ewan. Lokohan ang survey na ito.
28. What was your favorite film of this year?
- UP! <333 I cried.
29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
- fell down on the pavement in Baguio, 24.
30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
- Less work, more money? hehehe
31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
- Nothing. I am not fashionable. After years of not wearing shoes, I actually wore shoes in 2009-again.
32. What kept you sane?
- Beer, Friends, long conversations.
33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
- Secret. LOL
34. What political issue stirred you the most?
- Ondoy, Ampatuan Massacre
35. Who did you miss?
- my mom.
36. Who was the best new person you met?
- Nahihiya akong sabihin. Baka binabasa niya blog ko.
37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.
- Hug people more. Hold hands, touch their shoulders, show any form of affection! You will never know when you will see them last.
38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
- “Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten...
Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
You understood so you shouldn't have fought it. ”
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Things I Will Do in 2010
Upon hearing a friend's death, one is prompted to recall what one has done in the past year. It makes one wonder if one has touched enough lives in order for their most recent friends to attend their funeral or even cry at their wake. The news of a death is different for everyone. It makes me wonder what I had done in the past year. In fact, upon hearing it, I immediately wanted to do more things, all at once.
As a "note to self" of sorts, here are things I promise myself that I would do.
1) Smoke.
2) Drink. Maximum of 3 drinks in one sitting. Except for birthdays. No other exceptions. Drinking maximum of twice a week.
3) Sleep late.
Now, if any of these things are on your list, please tell me so we can do it together.
As a "note to self" of sorts, here are things I promise myself that I would do.
1) Volunteer. I read from my friend Aileen that she volunteered to paint one of the walls of the Philippine Children's Medical Center. I would like to do some volunteer work this year, because from what I heard it is good for the soul. The bulk of my volunteering for 2009 involved packing for the Ondoy victims for Taytay (which is in Rizal, by the way and not in Marikina and Laguna. Yes, girls from Enderun I am looking at you)
2) Fly a kite. I do not know how to fly a kite, among other things which I do not know how to do. I remember being six and heading out to Luneta with my siblings and my mom. Armed with a kite in hand, my mother would ask us to run from one spot to the next trying to teach us the science of kite-flying. I feel as if most people's idea of fun these days involve being in a bar drinking. Do not get me wrong I enjoy going to Mogwai for a few beers, but I would like to do more fun activities without having to spend much, drink anything alcoholic, and see the sun while I am at it.
3)Go to Banchetto. <33
4) Learn how to ride a bike. Nowadays, my physical activities include walking the city streets (I have tried walking from Ortigas to Cubao several times,) and hiking up and down the stairs, and bedroom calisthenics which involve me stretching, sprawling on the bed, and huddling close on and around my pillows. Because of this, I am the last person you would want to be your partner in any form of Amazing Race contests. If only I know how to ride a bike, then I would not be the last pick.
5) Get my fortune told in Quiapo. Let it be known that I get my horoscope from Susan Miller. I feel as if it is one of those things everyone who lives in Manila must do. (lovely lady with great make-up)
6) Get my photo taken in Nagtahan Bridge. This one is for my friend, Joy Camille because we had always wanted it. Follow her on twitter, she will follow you back.
7) Take one good photo and make it to Flickr Explore. (I need one more. heehee)
8)Ride all the train lines in one day, ala "Tour Manila." (plus the ferry from Guadalupe to Escolta!- now to eat what is left of the munchkins which almost made it to the LRT floor)
9) Take the bus from UE Letre to SM Mall of Asia. Caloocan to Pasay, north to south. Oh, Metro Manila, how much I love you.
10) Attend a wedding. Considering I work for a hotel, this is feasible, right?
11) Slow dance in an open space.
12) Watch a Movie in Mogwai.
13) Finish 52 Weeks and my 100 Strangers Project. I do not know why for the life of me did I decide to take on a Project 365. After more than a month of writing about things, I feel and know that I can not finish this project. So in order to still help coax myself to write more, I will now embark on "52 Weeks". The rules for the said project involve writing a 300-word open letter to anyone, along with an accompanying photo. I feel scared now.
I have been doing my 100 strangers project for a while now, I have stopped because I do not have a camera to continue the project. This year shall be one with no more excuses.
Here are things I promise I would do less of:2) Fly a kite. I do not know how to fly a kite, among other things which I do not know how to do. I remember being six and heading out to Luneta with my siblings and my mom. Armed with a kite in hand, my mother would ask us to run from one spot to the next trying to teach us the science of kite-flying. I feel as if most people's idea of fun these days involve being in a bar drinking. Do not get me wrong I enjoy going to Mogwai for a few beers, but I would like to do more fun activities without having to spend much, drink anything alcoholic, and see the sun while I am at it.
3)
4) Learn how to ride a bike. Nowadays, my physical activities include walking the city streets (I have tried walking from Ortigas to Cubao several times,) and hiking up and down the stairs, and bedroom calisthenics which involve me stretching, sprawling on the bed, and huddling close on and around my pillows. Because of this, I am the last person you would want to be your partner in any form of Amazing Race contests. If only I know how to ride a bike, then I would not be the last pick.
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6) Get my photo taken in Nagtahan Bridge. This one is for my friend, Joy Camille because we had always wanted it. Follow her on twitter, she will follow you back.
7) Take one good photo and make it to Flickr Explore. (I need one more. heehee)
8)
9) Take the bus from UE Letre to SM Mall of Asia. Caloocan to Pasay, north to south. Oh, Metro Manila, how much I love you.
10) Attend a wedding. Considering I work for a hotel, this is feasible, right?
11) Slow dance in an open space.
12) Watch a Movie in Mogwai.
13) Finish 52 Weeks and my 100 Strangers Project. I do not know why for the life of me did I decide to take on a Project 365. After more than a month of writing about things, I feel and know that I can not finish this project. So in order to still help coax myself to write more, I will now embark on "52 Weeks". The rules for the said project involve writing a 300-word open letter to anyone, along with an accompanying photo. I feel scared now.
I have been doing my 100 strangers project for a while now, I have stopped because I do not have a camera to continue the project. This year shall be one with no more excuses.
1) Smoke.
2) Drink. Maximum of 3 drinks in one sitting. Except for birthdays. No other exceptions. Drinking maximum of twice a week.
3) Sleep late.
Now, if any of these things are on your list, please tell me so we can do it together.
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To The Love of My Life, For Valentine's
I imagined you last night, as if you were on the other side of the train platform about to ride the southbound train in Quezon Avenue. The doors opened, and the train had taken you away in one sweeping motion.
***
The one great love of my life had told me once to go to the dentist.
"Fix your chipped tooth, worse comes to show you will not have anything to chew sitaw."
"I will make you sinigang. You can have all my sitaw, if you want."
***
I am wondering why this is the first memory I thought to write down upon hearing the news of my scheduled loneliness. Perhaps, by impulse, I choose one which will not hurt. One with no apparent value to the reader; to me when I read this at age 30. As it happens, I have collected ampersands with you. And take the bus to Baguio and shiver in the cold and warm my feet by means of friction against yours. Our ampersands of plans would have made a lovely decoupage by my bed, had we both wanted it to.
I am sorry this sounds full of affectations.
***
The friends are the first to go. They will be the ones who will tell you I am the worst you ever had. You can have them all, if you must. The places will come next, there will be no more map to Baguio. Did you ever know you are the reason I love that city. The habits will be the hardest. I will find it hard to watch a movie without talking in the opening credits, you are the only one who can understand that. You are the reason I buy orange and red toothbrushes, that shall stop as well. I will have to put down my feet when I eat, you are the only one who could stand that.
Remember I told you that I like walking holding both of your hands when we walk. I will hug you from behind, taking your right hand with my right.
***
At 4am, we had a shouting match over the phone about Richard Gutierrez. On another instance, at around midnight, about the nuance of the thirteenth month pay. We would fight about everything.
But you are the only person I know who could understand every single one of my quirk. You are the only one I know who would walk with me, without hesitation all and around town. You are the first person I look for when I have good news and bad news. Even the most banal ones like chipping my tooth, a pain in my back, and the way my hair refuse to hold curls.
With you, I feel like the opposite of a nuclear bomb. I would hug you and you would hug me back. You are the only one who could stand my dancing in train platforms; a song and dance number by EDSA and even on a bus.
***
Write, if you must. I believe you will. Threaten me, tell them, tell them everything. Tell them how I broke your heart.
***
The one great love of my life had told me once to go to the dentist.
"Fix your chipped tooth, worse comes to show you will not have anything to chew sitaw."
"I will make you sinigang. You can have all my sitaw, if you want."
***
I am wondering why this is the first memory I thought to write down upon hearing the news of my scheduled loneliness. Perhaps, by impulse, I choose one which will not hurt. One with no apparent value to the reader; to me when I read this at age 30. As it happens, I have collected ampersands with you. And take the bus to Baguio and shiver in the cold and warm my feet by means of friction against yours. Our ampersands of plans would have made a lovely decoupage by my bed, had we both wanted it to.
I am sorry this sounds full of affectations.
***
The friends are the first to go. They will be the ones who will tell you I am the worst you ever had. You can have them all, if you must. The places will come next, there will be no more map to Baguio. Did you ever know you are the reason I love that city. The habits will be the hardest. I will find it hard to watch a movie without talking in the opening credits, you are the only one who can understand that. You are the reason I buy orange and red toothbrushes, that shall stop as well. I will have to put down my feet when I eat, you are the only one who could stand that.
Remember I told you that I like walking holding both of your hands when we walk. I will hug you from behind, taking your right hand with my right.
***
At 4am, we had a shouting match over the phone about Richard Gutierrez. On another instance, at around midnight, about the nuance of the thirteenth month pay. We would fight about everything.
But you are the only person I know who could understand every single one of my quirk. You are the only one I know who would walk with me, without hesitation all and around town. You are the first person I look for when I have good news and bad news. Even the most banal ones like chipping my tooth, a pain in my back, and the way my hair refuse to hold curls.
With you, I feel like the opposite of a nuclear bomb. I would hug you and you would hug me back. You are the only one who could stand my dancing in train platforms; a song and dance number by EDSA and even on a bus.
***
Write, if you must. I believe you will. Threaten me, tell them, tell them everything. Tell them how I broke your heart.
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OMG, free the Killers tickets?!?
If you are tired of LSS-ing to that Manny Villar jingle, how about LSS-ing to some Killers instead?
One morning, I woke up with a nasty case of Last Song Syndrome over that Manny Villar song, because my brother was shaking the window of our room preaching to us how Manny Villar is "ang tunay na mahirap. si Manny VIllar ang tunay na may malasakit." Not that he is a fan, but because it is just so goddamn catchy.
Now, if you are a Globe Tattoo User you can win free tickets to the Killers concert on January 31, 2010. And LSS to their music instead. Here's how:
One morning, I woke up with a nasty case of Last Song Syndrome over that Manny Villar song, because my brother was shaking the window of our room preaching to us how Manny Villar is "ang tunay na mahirap. si Manny VIllar ang tunay na may malasakit." Not that he is a fan, but because it is just so goddamn catchy.
Now, if you are a Globe Tattoo User you can win free tickets to the Killers concert on January 31, 2010. And LSS to their music instead. Here's how:
1. Take a picture of yourself with a Globe Tattoo Broadband stick.
2. Post it on the wall of the Globe Tattoo fan page.
3. The top 95 most-”liked” photos will get one (1) ticket each!
4. At 9PM, of January 28, 2010, the contest cuts off. We will no longer accept submissions or count the “likes” past January 28, 2010 at 9PM.
5. We will announce the names of the winners on this blog on the evening of January 28, 2010.
6. Winners must confirm by texting their names and contact details (landline number, cellphone number) to 0927-3890762.
7. Winners can claim their tickets on January 29, 2010 at 4th Floor, Globe Telecom Tower 2, Pioneer St., Mandaluyong City. Look for any Digital Marketing representative. Or at the concerts grounds, January 31st. Again, just look for Globe representatives.
8. Unclaimed/unconfirmed tickets will be given away in another contest on January 30, 2010.
9. In case there’s a tie, the pic that was submitted earlier will get the ticket.
There. It is that simple, head on over here for more details.
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I believe in a thing called POP!
Or why The Magnetic Fields should be played at least 10 times by anyone in the planet.
Anyone who wants to understand love should listen to the Magnetic Fields. Particularly, 69 Love Songs. I would like to raise my standards now, from the previous: boys with bad hair and bad teeth, to boys with bad hair and bad teeth who has listened to at least 10 songs by the Magnetic Fields. Yes, that shall be my new standard.
You see, The Magnetic Fields has at least one song which could describe your feelings. Be it feelings of unrequited love, disbelief, heartbreak, a warning, longing, disillusion, drinking because of love, etc.
My brother does not like them. He thinks they are wistful and creepy in a really, weird way. No, he is wrong. I used to not be a big fan of folk and pop, but my agnosticism towards these genres was erased when I encountered the Magnetic Fields.
In between crying because of a love gone wrong, unrequited love and planning a Valentine's Event for work, I would listen to the Magnetic Fields and it would make me feel all better. Their songs are quirky, witty, quite cynical and very honest. Something which most people should be.
I particularly like their exploration of music genres. I quote "33 1/3 Volume 69: The Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs":
"Stephin Merritt makes witty historical and topical references to design, fashion and art, movies, books, television, and a library's worth of scientific and critical theory - all in the form off memorable lyrics and ravishing melodies."
I could dress
in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink
vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I
don't want to get over you.
I Don't Want to Get Over You
I leave early in the morning
and I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer
Papa Was a Rodeo
I'm overjoyed to hear about your wedding
I'm writing you to wish you
every blessing
and I'm so happy I could cry
Oh baby you know how to say goodbye
How to Say Goodbye
One tryst with me, and you'll be spinning like a gyroscope. One tryst with me, and you'll be Pope.
For We Are the King of the Boudoir
When things go wrong I sing along It
is the nature of the business
But you're not here to make my sad songs more sincere
No one will ever love you honestly
No One Will Ever Love You
Don't fall in love with me yet
We only recently met
True I'm in love with you but
you might decide I'm a nut
Give me a week or two to
go absolutely cuckoo
then, when you see your error,
then, you can flee in terror
Absolutely Cuckoo
When you betray me, betray me with a kiss.
Damn you. I've never stayed up as late as this.
Come Back From San Francisco
You just get out what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love
Love Is Like A Bottle of Gin
In fact, just go here: How Fucking Romantic. They are the reason I have stopped crying endlessly at night.
Now, back to Work || Work || Work || Work
Anyone who wants to understand love should listen to the Magnetic Fields. Particularly, 69 Love Songs. I would like to raise my standards now, from the previous: boys with bad hair and bad teeth, to boys with bad hair and bad teeth who has listened to at least 10 songs by the Magnetic Fields. Yes, that shall be my new standard.
You see, The Magnetic Fields has at least one song which could describe your feelings. Be it feelings of unrequited love, disbelief, heartbreak, a warning, longing, disillusion, drinking because of love, etc.
My brother does not like them. He thinks they are wistful and creepy in a really, weird way. No, he is wrong. I used to not be a big fan of folk and pop, but my agnosticism towards these genres was erased when I encountered the Magnetic Fields.
In between crying because of a love gone wrong, unrequited love and planning a Valentine's Event for work, I would listen to the Magnetic Fields and it would make me feel all better. Their songs are quirky, witty, quite cynical and very honest. Something which most people should be.
I particularly like their exploration of music genres. I quote "33 1/3 Volume 69: The Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs":
"Stephin Merritt makes witty historical and topical references to design, fashion and art, movies, books, television, and a library's worth of scientific and critical theory - all in the form off memorable lyrics and ravishing melodies."
I could dress
in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink
vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I
don't want to get over you.
I Don't Want to Get Over You
I leave early in the morning
and I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer
Papa Was a Rodeo
I'm overjoyed to hear about your wedding
I'm writing you to wish you
every blessing
and I'm so happy I could cry
Oh baby you know how to say goodbye
How to Say Goodbye
One tryst with me, and you'll be spinning like a gyroscope. One tryst with me, and you'll be Pope.
For We Are the King of the Boudoir
When things go wrong I sing along It
is the nature of the business
But you're not here to make my sad songs more sincere
No one will ever love you honestly
No One Will Ever Love You
Don't fall in love with me yet
We only recently met
True I'm in love with you but
you might decide I'm a nut
Give me a week or two to
go absolutely cuckoo
then, when you see your error,
then, you can flee in terror
Absolutely Cuckoo
When you betray me, betray me with a kiss.
Damn you. I've never stayed up as late as this.
Come Back From San Francisco
You just get out what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love
Love Is Like A Bottle of Gin
In fact, just go here: How Fucking Romantic. They are the reason I have stopped crying endlessly at night.
Now, back to Work || Work || Work || Work
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