Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Ano ang Kulay ng Pasko Mo?

ITIM.

Yan ang palagi kong sagot tuwing darating ang pasko.

Bakit itim?

At ano pa ba ang kulay ng pamimighati? Ng kalungkutan? Ng pag-iisa?

Nung isang buwan lang nag kulay itim na naman ang mundo ko. Inasahan ko na, na kulay itim na naman ang pasko ko.

Sa isang banda, bawas gastos. Yung ibibigay ko sa kanya, para sa akin na lang.

Pero hindi rin.

Ayoko ng laging itim ang kulay ng pasko ko. Mabuti na lang dumating sya.

Iba na ang kulay ng pasko ko.

Hindi itim, hindi pula, hindi pink.

Puti.

Kasing puro ng pagmamahal ko sa kanya ngayon.



Thursday, December 16, 2004

Death & FPJ


Let's make things clear first. I am not a fan. I am not a card bearing member of the FPJPM movement, and I did not vote for him last elections. Being a bicolano, I voted for Raul Roco.

I just can't help but write how I felt about his death. My babe from Pacita has expressed disgust over the fact that FPJ is just popular that's why his death is such an "event".

To me its different. I felt genuine pity for him, and more for his wife. I get teary eyed watching all these shows and their tribute to him. The last time I cried was when my father died.

I can relate to what their family is going through right now, having experienced the death of my father 2 years ago. To an almost similar circumstance. Our version of St. Lukes Medical Center is the Gat Andres Bonifacio Memorial Hospital in Tondo.

Death is inevitable. The pain it gives to the family is very real. One way or another, the death of FPJ brought back the memories and pain of the death of my own father.

I still have regrets. Of not being close to my father. Of not giving him the comforts in life in his old age. Of not giving him a grandchild.

My father, by the way, is a fan of FPJ. I'm not sure if he would have voted for him if he is alive now, but I would like to believe that he's happy that he's with two of his beloved idols now: Jesus and FPJ.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Blog-o-rama

Isn't it amazing when you get to read blogs covering just about anything? Sex, love, hate, places, movies, people, dogs, cats, mice, food, condoms.. anything!

I get insecure sometimes. It takes me ages before I can finish one blog.

Sometimes I'm pressured to come up with something as witty and meaty as my tukayo friend from Pacita, who by the way is my idol. (O yan ha, libre mo ko ng puto bumbong sa Ilustrado. hehehehehe)

But hey I'm no literary genius. So I don't care if you don't like my blog. Belat! :-p

I'm starting to enjoy and love my blog. Maybe I'll come up with a masterpiece soon.

Or not.









Friday, December 10, 2004

But I Do Love You - By Leann Rimes




I don't like to be alone in the night
And I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right
And I don't like to have the rain on my shoe
But I do love you, but I do love you

I don't like to see the sky painted gray
And I don't like when nothing's going my way
And I don't like to be the one with the blues
But I do love you, but I do love you

Love everything about the way you're loving me
The way you lay your head
Upon my shoulder when you sleep
And I love to kiss you in the rain
I love everything you do, oh I do

I don't like to turn the radio on
Just to find I missed my favorite song
And I don't like to be the last with the news
But I do love you, but I do love you

Love everything about the way you're loving me
The way you lay your head
Upon my shoulder when you sleep
And I love to kiss you in the rain
I love everything you do, oh I do

And I don't like to be alone in the night
And I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I�m right
And I don't like to have the rain on my shoes
But I do love you but I do love you
But I do love you but I do love you

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Then you cried...

I was surprised. I made you cry. Unintentionally.

You can't explain. You just wept. I felt really guilty.

I love you. I didn't know what to say, except to assure you that I love you and making you cry is the farthest thing from my mind.

Happy thoughts from now on. And tears of joy.


Tuesday, December 07, 2004

11 Things You Might Wanna Know... Or Couldn't Care Less.

1. In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. That's where the phrase, "goodnight, sleep tight" came from.

2. The sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." uses every letter in the alphabet. (developed by Western Union to test telex/twx communications.)

3. The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.

4. The term "the whole 9 yards" came from W.W.II fighter pilots in the Pacific. When arming their airplanes on the ground, the ..50 caliber machine gun ammo belts measured exactly 27 feet, before being loaded into the fuselage. If the pilots fired all their ammo at a target, it got "the whole 9 yards."

5. The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.

6. The name Jeep came from the abbreviation used in the army for the "General Purpose" vehicle, GP.

7. The first toilet ever seen on television was on "Leave It To Beaver."

8. It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the "honey month" or what we know today as the "honeymoon."

9. In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got
unruly, the bartender would yell at them to mind their own pints and quarts and settle down. It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's."

10. Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle," is the phrase inspired by this practice.

And last but not least...

11. In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby,they got consent of the King & the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it.

Now that makes me wanna "Fornicate under consent of the King" someone...


My Jeepney Pet Peeves


The Jeepney, source of my many frustrations on the road

The Jeepney. You either love them or hate them. A symbol of what's right and wrong with this country of ours: it's small, it's noisy, it's cheap, and you had enough but you have no choice but to be in it. So what are what are you waiting for? Sakay na!

Irritation #1: The Konduktor - Being the konduktor inside the jeepney drives me nuts. Imagine the luck of being seated in a location where you will make "abot" (how coñotic of me) all the dirty money and change of the passangers who will sometimes just shove their money in your face as if you have been destined to be the konduktor all your life. Ang saya di ba?

Irritation #2: Love Radio or YesFM - Ah yes, the masa FM radio station. Not that I mind listening to music, but Love Radio? YesFM? Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan? Bisyo na to!!! Imagine singing "Chupeta" as a result of LSS (Last song syndrome) the whole day. Damn you Love Radio!

Irritation #3: The upong beauty queen - Neng, you only paid P7.50, don't sit as if you own the whole bench.

Irritation #4: The Jeepney-stop-as-you-please: Don't you just hate your luck when you get to ride with a jeepney driver who will scour all the corners and stop at all congregations of people along the sidewalk to fill his jeepney especially when you're on a rush? "Mag-taxi kayo!" would be our antipatiko driver's only reply if you complain.

Irritation #5: The galit sa brake: Ah the cause of my many body pains, the driver who gets his kick out of grinding his brake, where the hapless pasaheros gets thrown all over the place in the process.

Irritation #6: The short blouse and low waist pants/skirt: Girl, if you have the guts to leave your house in skimpy clothing, then stop pulling them to cover your exposed "an-an infested" skin when you alight the vehicle. You think guys are interested to see your So-En panty?

Irritation #7: I have but a small voice: Pwede ba, when you are riding a public transpo tama na ang pa cute! Shout when you want the vehicle to stop! I am not your megaphone!

Irritation #8: The Deaf Driver: As if shouting at the top of your lungs is not enough, the deaf driver will not only not hear you when you want to go down already, he will also stop kilometers away from your intended drop off point once he does hear you.

Irritation #9: The Front-seat Bitch: There I was, sitting comfortably at the front seat beside the driver, in comes the girl who rides beside me. I move to accommodate her wide butt. But when I reach my destination and I pose to go down, the bitch won't budge a bit! Neither will she go down to make way. I will have to muster all my acrobatic skills to fit myself through the small space! Makes me want to kill and maim someone.

Irritation #10: The cutting trip: I get nervous when I get to be the only one left inside the jeepney in the middle of its route. Not because evil elements might ride in and steal my worldly possessions, but because the greedy driver might decide to cut the trip short and turn around when he sees that its futile for him to complete the trip with just one passenger around. He will be considerate though to give you back part of your fare, but you will be unfortunate to be dropped to an unfamiliar area with unfamiliar people.

Para mama dito na lang. Bababa na ako!!!


Sunday, December 05, 2004

It's made from real papayas!!!




I've always wondered about the skin whitening effects of the papaya. I remember back in college when I was really dark from ROTC, classmates would urge (read: beg) me to use the now famous Likas Papaya so that I'd get lighter (take note, not "whiter" as the ads would say, as only a miracle would make brown-skinned filipinos, white.)

Unfortunately though, back in the old days buying papaya soap is way below my list of priorities. Imagine having 100 pesos as baon for one week? How can I even think of buying papaya soap? That's tough man.

But anyway, so most of us would ask ourselves (with "us" i mean people "blessed" to be non-mestizos) "Does the papaya soap really work?" or more likely "Is it really made from real papayas?"

I assure you that one product is, and that is "Eskinol Facial Wash Papaya".

How did I make this amazing discovery? That's for you to find out.

And hey, it's kinda sweet too. Soapy, yet sweet.

Hmmmm... now what will I have for dessert?

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Performance anxiety?

Is age finally catching up with me?

As with previous evenings, I came in prepared, physically, emotionally and mentally. This was the night. The "I miss you" sex we have been waiting for, for days.

Over-all it was still as I was hoped it would be. Or was it?

There was something missing.

What could it be? I agonized for days (well actually a day lang naman) trying to figure out what happened.

Hmmmmmm...

Well just goes to show that life is not perfect, and so some performances will not be too.

Maybe I should start taking yoga classes to make myself more flexible. Or buy more packets of lube (hahahahahaha) Or buy that Kama Sutra Book... (smiles naughtily)






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