To Kink or Not to Kink

2010-10-08T20:22:00.000+08:00

Kink says: Sexay!!! And now that I know what I want... I will never, never gonna give up!!!

Do You Think There Is A God? By Calvin and Hobbes

2010-10-05T15:22:00.000+08:00

Welcome to My Dark Side

2010-10-04T15:15:00.002+08:00

Fine. So people have been dropping by this blog and I have "I like your blog" comments being sent to me. Wee!

I haven't been updating the geddem site because I'd rather complain about my life in private. I am experiencing an un-fun side of me for almost this entire year. Life seems to be all about work lately. And work is about follow-ups, deadlines and that mad dash as to whether I am sliding up or sliding down in the learning curve.

Life used to be simple. Or, at least, it looked simple to me. I only wanted to do something that I really loved. At night, I would turn on my computer and browse around internet sites or talk on the instant messenger. That was work. I didn't have a lot of money but I get to walk around. Not having much money wasn't reason enough to get me paralyzed and do nothing. I just concentrated on making "work" work.

I used to think that I rant a lot around here. How my lovelife stinks. It's a venue for all green stuff I find growing around the Net. Some of them funny. Some of them kinky. But I try my best not to make it look like a porn site otherwise I'll start charging. Hahaha!

Normally, I have two options for every major decision. Do I kink or do I NOT kink? Which one is unreal and which one's real? Do I know what I want or do I not know it? Do I choose to be good or bad? Do I go for sex or do I wait for love to happen? Choices, choices, choices.

I have been having this uncanny realization of why not just settle for just any guy? Get over it and get the boyfriend. Why wait for the best? And the answer to that is, I DESERVE THE BEST. Gaddammit! So, no, not settling for anything less. Endless decisions. Endless choices. But tick-tock-tick-tock... time is catching up with me.

I poke fun at my dark side. That's why I have kink_gurl. Welcome to my dark side. Enjoy your stay.

To The Authors of Porn for Women

2010-03-24T00:06:00.001+08:00

2009-12-19T00:55:00.002+08:00

News taken from BBC >>> http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/8417963.stm

An unholy row has broken out in New Zealand over a church billboard aimed at "challenging stereotypes" about the birth of Jesus Christ.

A dejected-looking Joseph lies in bed next to Mary under the caption, "Poor Joseph. God was a hard act to follow".

St Matthew-in-the-City Church in Auckland, which erected the billboard, said it had intended to provoke debate.

But the Catholic Church, among others, has condemned it as "inappropriate" and "disrespectful".

Within hours of its unveiling, the billboard had been defaced with brown paint.

The church's vicar, Archdeacon Glynn Cardy, said the aim of the billboard had been to lampoon the literal interpretation of the Christmas conception story.

"What we're trying to do is to get people to think more about what Christmas is all about," he told the New Zealand Press Association (NZPA).

"Is it about a spiritual male God sending down sperm so a child would be born, or is it about the power of love in our midst as seen in Jesus?"

He told NZPA that the church had received e-mails and phone calls about the controversial image.

"About 50% said they loved it, and about 50% said it was terribly offensive," he said. "But that's out of about 20 responses - this is New Zealand."

But Lyndsay Freer, spokeswoman for the Catholic Diocese of Auckland, said the poster was offensive to Christians.

"Our Christian tradition of 2,000 years is that Mary remains a virgin and that Jesus is the son of God, not Joseph," she told the New Zealand Herald. "Such a poster is inappropriate and disrespectful."

The family values group Family First said any debate about the Virgin birth should be held inside the church.

"To confront children and families with the concept as a street billboard is completely irresponsible and unnecessary," Family First director Bob McCroskrie told the news website stuff.co.nz.

Kink says: Yes, I bet it's one hell of a debate for people who believe that Jesus was conceived through Divine intervention. Like, wow, parang ang horny ng diyos. Made me feel sorry for Joseph... come on, how does one mortal compete with God?! *gasp*

Soo Geeky :)

2009-12-12T20:10:00.001+08:00

Assume You're Perfect Excerpted from It's Not You, It's Him : The Zero-Tolerance Approach to Dating By Georgia Witkin, Ph.D.

2009-09-28T23:39:00.005+08:00

About the book: In her upbeat new "rules" for finding lasting love, Dr. Georgia Witkin shows that the secret to dating without all the pain is to assume that you are perfectly lovable exactly as you are. When a good date goes bad, the problem is never you. It's him!

Some nice quotable quotes from the article:

***

The real problem isn't you at all. It isn't your hair, your weight, your job, your hobbies, your accent, your family, or your perfume. It isn't that you're too choosy, cautious, or combative. It isn't that you're too shy or too social, too spoiled or too stingy, too career-minded or too marriage-minded. Somewhere, there is a guy for you . . . actually, many guys. But all you need is one. And he'll fall in love with you as you are. To him you'll be perfectly lovable.

***

Dating is hugely simplified when you assume that you're perfect but that no man is ever going to be. When you assume that you're perfect, you realize that 90 percent of your dating efforts—constantly reinventing yourself to seem like Ms. Right for Mr. Wrong—have been a waste. The problem was never you. It was him.

***

Write this principle on a Post-it and stick it to your mirror and refrigerator, write it on a card and put it in your desk, print it in your daily planner, and make it a screen saver.

It's not you, it's him.

It should become your mantra and your credo. Repeat it to yourself at least five times a day. Why? Because what we think leads to what we feel and do.

***

Assume that you're perfect as you are . . . perfectly lovable, that is.

Assume that you're entitled, therefore, to be loved by a perfect man . . . just as you always wanted.

Assume, however, that there is no perfect man . . . in the whole world, and every man you meet will be imperfect . . . in many ways.

Assume that if he doesn't find you lovable, that's proof that he's imperfect . . . at least for you. In other words, always assume that it's not you . . . it's him!

***

You'll start to look at each new man through your eyes instead of looking at yourself through his. You'll see dating as your opportunity to see if he's someone who might become special to you or someone you should say sayonara to.

Along the way, you may be tempted to fall back on your old doubts about yourself, especially if you've had some problems with romance lately. But you can practice your new thinking by focusing clearly on the primary principle:

It's not you, it's him.

Once you make that assumption, everything men say and do will be information about them, not you! If a guy doesn't treat you as perfectly lovable, you'll feel like a curious observer, a stern judge, or an amused bystander instead of wondering what you did wrong. You'll wonder what's wrong with him, not what's wrong with you.

***

Amen to that.

The 25 Sexiest Things Ever Said by Women By: Amy Jo Van Bodegraven

2009-09-19T09:54:00.006+08:00

1. "The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat." —Eve, Genesis 3:13

2. "To err is human—but it feels divine." —Mae West

3. "We're so damn conservative all day that when you finally get us in the bedroom, we're absolute animals." —Shannen Doherty, on being Republican

4. "Lust is the sin that gets me excited. Luckily, because I'm married, I also get good jewelry out of it." —Heather Locklear

5. "All I can say is if they show my butt in a movie, it better be a wide shot." —Jennifer Lopez

6. "I don't think I have to introduce myself, unless you don't recognize me with my clothes on." —Madonna

7. "If you want to turn on your boyfriend, get naked and strap on an accordion." —Sheryl Crow

8. "It says, 'Pamela.' And when he gets excited, it says, 'I love Pamela very, very much. She's a wonderful wife, and I enjoy her company to the 10th degree!' " —Pamela Anderson, on the tattoo on Tommy Lee's penis

9. "Most virtue is a demand for greater seduction." —Natalie Clifford Barney

10. "Only the united beat of sex and heart can create ecstasy." —Anais Nin

11. "It's pitch, sex is. Once you touch it, it clings to you." —Margery Allingham

12. "As a stripper, I was getting a taste of what it would be like to be a woman in a society that honors the animal vitality in us all, instead of despising it." —Seph Weene

13. "It was like experiencing a nuclear explosion in a very small place." —Loni Anderson, describing sex with WKRP in Cincinnati costar Gary Sandy

14. "I get such a rush going to the store, standing in front of the condom counter and going through them. I love the gold-coin ones. Every time I undo one, it reminds me of the chocolate candies from my childhood." —Sandra Bullock

15. "I don't think being obsessed with sex is any stranger than being obsessed with stamp collecting." —Annie Sprinkle

16. "I'm very old-fashioned. Occasionally I do wear underwear." —Sharon Stone

17. "Men ought to become more conscious of their bodies as objects of delight." —Germaine Greer

18. "A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." —Ingrid Bergman

19. "You wanna know what my tongue feels like?" —Janet Jackson

20. "You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy." —Erica Jong

21. "Don't! Ever! Stop! F---ing! Me!" —Kelly Preston, in Jerry Maguire

22. "Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theater?" —Alanis Morissette

23. "I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want." —Missy Elliott

24. "When she raises her eyelids, it's as if she were taking off all her clothes." —Colette

25. "I like to wake up feeling a new man." —Jean Harlow

Kink on Plurk: To err is human, to kink is divine.

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids)

2009-09-12T12:57:00.004+08:00

You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.

-- Alan, age 10

No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.

-- Kristen, age 10

WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?

Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.

-- Camille, age 10

HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?

You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.

-- Derrick, age 8

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?

Both don't want any more kids.

-- Lori, age 8

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?

Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.

-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure?)

On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.

-- Martin, age 10 (isn't he ready for the world of dating?)

WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?

I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.

-- Craig, age 9

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?

When they're rich.

-- Pam, age 7

The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.

-- Curt, age 7

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.

-- Howard, age 8

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED ?

It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.

-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)

HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?

There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?

-- Kelvin, age 8 (I like this kid)

And the #1 Favorite is ...

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?

Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.

-- Ricky, age 10 (He'll be married forever)

Kink says: Priceless!!! Reminds me of Bill Cosby's show "Kids say the darnest things!"

On the TODO List When Kink Hits 50

2009-08-27T14:18:00.004+08:00

Photos from Sharon Stone Topless on Magazine Cover at 51

Articles says...

"Sharon Stone has posed topless at 51, and she's proud to flaunt it.
The actress/humanitarian graces the cover of Paris Match in a high-waisted bondage corset, black underwear, stilettos, arms over her head and topless, as seen below. There are also several shots inside."

Full article in French here.

Loving those boots.... :)

Tracy and the Love Cave LOL

2009-08-27T13:44:00.000+08:00

Because it's BETTER to LOVE than to be BITTER...

2009-08-26T11:13:00.007+08:00

"Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.
Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it.
Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it.
Bitterness sickens life; love heals it.
Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.”

-Harry Emerson Fosdick

Something that caught my eye

2009-08-24T16:47:00.003+08:00

Though I don't subvert to believing in Horoscopes. It's just fun to note one which my Love Horoscope at Facebook told me...

"You have been feeling like no matter what you do you simply can not get what you want out of love, but in this case, you've simply been trying too hard. Allow life to just happen, and you may be surprised with the results."

Kink hearts The Baroness

2009-08-21T23:09:00.004+08:00

I love women in tight skintight, PVC body armor. And, those glasses are hot. Hot, hot, hot! Just looking at her gives me sudden bursts of orgasmic joys. And, I'm getting confused spelling "The Baroness" .... I mistake it as "The Baronness" just like "The Goddess." Lots of doubles. Kink needs to be reminded how it is spelled.

I am getting a good feeling that someday "The Baroness" and "The Goddess" might even become great friends! ;)

Escape!!!

2009-08-21T21:36:00.003+08:00

If you love pina colada,
Making love in the rain,
Yes, I am into yoga,
If you have half the brain,
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape,
Then I'm the love that you looked for.
Write to me and ESCAPE.

Batman and the Internet

2009-08-19T11:10:00.003+08:00

The Little G-Spot

2009-08-15T21:15:00.003+08:00

Keeping it REAL

2009-08-12T16:20:00.003+08:00

Because I support REAL orgasms. Come and get it, boys! Make your women happy :D Top 25 Female Orgasm Tips by Lee Jenkins.

Please repost - Panawagan Kay Carlo J. Caparas

2009-08-09T16:22:00.003+08:00

Because Kink stands for the Truth. The "Naked" Truth. :P

Sign the Petition: http://www.petitiononline.com/ccaparas/petition.html

On Finding ME First Before Mr. Right

2009-07-21T02:42:00.006+08:00

Admittedly, there are times when I do curse my parents for raising me the way that I am today. All my life I have been sermoned by my Nanay what to look for in a husband. Then most of the time being the family's sounding board when she and my Tatay are not in good terms. That does not give me a pretty picture of my Tatay but since he's so lighthearted and funny, I can only carry what my Nanay told me in secrecy.

They have a really good love story. My Tatay saw her eating at this restaurant in Bataan and asked the shop's owner who she is and from then on pursued her by visiting her with Nanay's cousin who was a good friend of his. He would drop by my grandparents' house in Pilar, Bataan just to catch a glimpse of her all the way from Baguio where he worked as an engineer for the Department of Public Works and Highways.

One time he dropped by while he was on his way to play at a friend's wedding in Olongapo and jokingly my Nanay asked him when his wedding is going to be. To which my Tatay replied, "Ikaw, kung kelan mo gusto."

And it happened. They got married and they had me after the first year of their marriage.

They had a good marriage. There may have been sacrifices and fights in between yet they managed through it all.

Their ligawan story seems to be a fairy tale to me now that I'm in *that* age and still struggling with my affairs of the heart. I've been afraid to admit this even to myself but yes, I'm a free spirit. This book "Kiss and Run by Elina Furman" finally defined me as such. Thank God for this discovery! Otherwise, I'd still be questioning myself. You can obviously see that I still am struggling trying to define my own brand of a relationship.

I always wish I were in a relationship but I know deep down inside that I cannot stand it. Because I haven't defined what it is yet. What kind of a relationship do free-spirits have? Something undefined, I bet. Something beyond the social norms. Something I DO NOT KNOW!!! So there.

The idea of soulmates crossed my mind recently. How does one actually call one? I mean, there are types of soulmates. Some of them are actually part of my family. Some of them part of my friends who are now helping me with the business and thus helping me with my life. The other soulmate type which is more bordering on the romantic side, the idea crossed my mind just a week ago.

Anyways, I have this crazy idea that if me as a person is already "whole." Meaning I no longer have big, humongous emotional baggages, I'm the best person I can be, I am overflowing with love and no longer counting what they can give me but more willing to give back, then, that is the time I meet this person.

Not as a person wanting to be whole but let's face it, being alone for this long really suck. Sucks big time! I still have "cracks". Those "cracks," those chipped places that add more flavor to my character. Cracks that make me more human. Cracks that make me do crazy things. Whatever mistakes I have done in the past, I may have regretted doing them but I do not regret that they have made me into a better person.

My mother never taught me how to flirt to attract men. Otherwise I would have married younger since I basically attract all sorts of men but was doubting it during my younger years. If she taught me flirting at an earlier age, I might have fixed my hair more and gone to the derma earlier in my life. I would've been prettier in my teens! Hehe Instead of looking like a tomboy who climbed mountains with the guys and played soccer. But then, I don't blame her for the mountain and soccer part, I really enjoyed doing those.

It's just that, I could've dealt with men at an earlier age and not struggle with them up until now. Ugh!

She never taught me that I have my own imperfections and not to expect people to be perfect. They both taught me to strive to be perfect when in fact NOBODY on this earth is perfect.

Nanay taught me the value of money and to save, to which I am thankful. I haven't saved much but at least I know the value of money.

She is a very practical woman. I don't know why I value my brains over my face back then when I could've taken good care of both! I think it was my mother's influence that I rather be smart than pretty. True, pretty does not last forever but character lasts beyond your years.

I do not like how she would point out how my much athletic legs look so big. I didn't like it that I had to listen to both of them criticize my body when I really see nothing wrong with it. I'm as gorgeous as hell and I'm thankful for my mom for giving me a portion of her body type. And I thank my dad for my shapely legs.

Yes, it has been quite a journey and I'm still nowhere near it's end.

I have this theory, maybe you have to do all the wrong things--- if by some miracle another person accepts you for all those wrong things you've done---well then, you may have found Mr. Right.

Because Audrey Hepburn said so...

2009-07-20T16:50:00.000+08:00

Because I like the fonts on this quote...

2009-07-20T15:04:00.000+08:00

Super Foxy Girl

2009-07-17T01:00:00.001+08:00

Look Ma! Supergirl got tits! :D

From the Orgasm Quiz's Results Page

2009-07-17T00:49:00.001+08:00

Hah! Like I always say.. the BRAIN is the LARGEST sex organ.

As quoted from AskDanandJennifer's OrgasmQuiz.com:

"The brain is central to a woman’s arousal. Perhaps you’ve heard of women getting off in the weirdest places? Some of those stories may be true. A woman could have been thinking about sexual thoughts all day and she just spontaneously had an orgasm while walking briskly to the grocery wearing really tight jeans. Sexual arousal is what makes orgasms happen."

I just scored 43 out of 48 on the Orgasm Quiz: http://OrgasmQuiz.com - What's your score? (via @DanAndJennifer)

Women, HPV and Cervical Cancer

2009-07-01T00:46:00.005+08:00

There is a good reason why we're posting this humongous picture of a woman's vagina right smack in the middle of this blog. It's about time that people, most especially women, should become aware of HPV and cervical cancer.

I saw the TV ad of Maxine Magallona and her mom, Pia, discussing it. A friend of mine told me that I should have myself vaccinated if I continue with my free-spirited ways of finding true love.

Sooo... I went to a doctor... one of them OB-GYNE types. That Alotta Fagina is how it probably looks like *down there* with some cold, metal opener she had to insert me with! Eeeuw! I felt sooo EXPOSED!!! I can definitely feel the air between my legs.

I got my first vaccine NOT THERE but on my right arm... sooo here's hoping to more happiness until the age of sixty-nine (which is my next age I wanted to have a party, by that time my guests would probably have no more teeth so I'm serving them crispy pata :D ).

***

Here's a good site to learn more about cervical cancer and HPV (Human Papillomavirus). It is interesting to note...

What is Human Papillomavirus or HPV?

Human papillomavirus is a common virus that affects both females and males. There are more than 100 different types of HPV. Certain types of HPV cause common warts on hands and feet. Most types of HPV do not cause any signs or symptoms, and go away without treatment.

About 30 types of HPV are known as genital HPV because they affect the genital area. Some types cause cells in the lining of the cervix to change. If not treated, these abnormal cells can sometimes turn into cancer cells.I Other types of HPV can cause genital warts and benign (abnormal but noncancerous) changes in the cervix. Many types of HPV infections can cause abnormal Pap tests.

Who gets genital HPV?

Anyone who has any kind of sexual activity involving genital contact could get genital HPV. It is possible to get the virus without having intercourse. Because many people who have HPV may not show any signs or symptoms, they can transmit the virus without even knowing it.

Does everyone who has HPV get cervical cancer or genital warts?

No—for the majority of people who have HPV, the body’s defenses are enough to clear the virus. However, for some people, certain types of the virus can develop into genital warts or benign (abnormal but noncancerous) changes in the cervix.

And for women who don't have clear certain types of the virus, abnormal changes can occur in the lining of the cervix. These abnormal cells, if not detected or treated, can lead to precancers and cancer. Most often, the development of cervical cancer can take a number of years, although in rare cases it can happen within a year. That's why early detection is so important. Talk to your healthcare professional about a Pap test (also known as a Papanicolaou smear), which can help detect suspicious cell changes in the cervix.

To learn more, go to the site: http://everythingican.com.ph/

Help stop the fear. Be informed.

Alotta Fagina

2009-06-30T22:09:00.004+08:00

Now that's what I call HUUUUUGE!!! You could drown in there. For something that is pleasurable, it definitely looks ugly!

What if...

2009-06-22T00:49:00.006+08:00

What will you do if this happened to you?

"French Teen discovers his internet sweetheart is his mother *ROFL* >>>> http://19.media.tumblr.com/uPc8cy4hWoye10xsTdWmHWebo1_500.jpg

It's Black and White!

2009-05-27T18:32:00.005+08:00

Busy organizing the birthday of the century.

The birthdays to beat all other birthdays!!!

After they leave the party...

Everybody should have only ONE thing on their mind...

"If it's from Kink, it must be good."

LOL!

Using Twitter again...

2009-05-06T22:04:00.002+08:00

So I now got Plurk to update Twitter. Still figuring out if I can make Twitter updates work with Plurk. Facebook just got overcrowded so I only post tamer updates there.

Twitter seems to be crowded by celebrities right now. So far, I am following Ashton Kutcher, Hugh Jackman, and John Mayer. Got my celebrity updates from none other than Perez Hilton, who is currently posting a lot of pics about the latest Miss California. And half-naked, too!

This return to Twitter thing happened because of Ashton and his goal to reach 1 million followers race with CNN. He's seems okay for a 31 year old guy with a MILF wife. :D

Wee for Plurk!

2009-02-10T03:19:00.002+08:00

I got another useless "follow kink around the internet tool" called Plurk! :)

Wish I Knew This Long Time Ago wapak

2008-07-28T02:27:00.015+08:00

I knew I was one but kept denying it.

Blame it on that Catholic schoolgirl upbringing. Could be that part of being raised in a predominantly patriarchal society. Sometimes blending into the crowd clouds one's true identity. Maybe that Sub to Domme stage had that in the middle "Switch" role. Or, maybe I just could not decide yet in my younger years.

This is all new to me, will definitely do more research. This book looks like an interesting read, might be a good place to start. (I hope it's available in Philippine bookstores).

Browsing through the Table of Contents down in Amazon... hmmm... yes, I have fetish with the smell of leather for a looong time... I had a Dungeon and Dragons Thief character who was soo into whips (because I like it) ... I wanted to study Striptease and Pole dancing some two years back ... and yes, I definitely want to learn how to do Knots. And no, I do not like being ordered around. I'm okay with chaos but hate being NOT IN CONTROL of the chaos.

Tell-tale signs I simply refused to acknowledge. Tsk, tsk.

To answer my question from long time ago: TO KINK OR NOT TO KINK.

It's a loud, resounding TO KINK!

Looks like I've been "kinking" for a long time now. Took a 22-year old Belgian sub who was asking me "permission to call you my Mistress*" to finally dawn onto myself "Hey, why don't you just give in?!"

All that power is addicting and feels oh-so-good! Soo much pleasure. Very potent. It's like being drawn to the dark side--- it's pointless to resist. Hahaha.

It was fun. I just found out another side of me. And no, not doing this Domme-ing professionally. It is reserved for a priveleged few. I swear I will only inflict pain to those subs that I really, really like.

-------

*PS- I prefer Goddess to Mistress.

Jim Carrey in a swimsuit

2008-07-26T17:34:00.005+08:00

Jim Carrey switches bathing suit with girlfriend, Jenny McCarthy. Great legs!! *wolf whistles*

Kung Fu Panda Credits

2008-06-28T19:12:00.004+08:00

I *heart* Jack Black! He is Po---the lovable, round and bouncy Panda from the movie "Kung Fu Panda."

I've seen his latest movie some two-three weeks ago. You get unforgettable quotes like...

"There is no charge for awesomeness and attractiveness."

"Skeedoosh!"

And thanks to this Balloon Race, I stumbled upon the creators of the Closing Credits. Click here to watch....

The Race Is On...

2008-06-27T03:22:00.002+08:00

The Bunny girl told me to "Boost up her balloon!" and I ended up joining the race alongside with her. And so my adventures over the Internet on this great Balloon race was all because of her. And it is getting addicting!!!

Any passing balloons, leave me a comment so I can boost you up! And give back some lovin' to Kinkeehhhh Canary as well.

The Witty Boy ... taken from perfectlaugh.blogspot

2008-06-19T00:57:00.004+08:00

Kink says: One of those jokes you need to memorize and would turn out funny after all the effort :P.

A first-grade teacher, Ms Anna (Age 22 ) was having trouble with one of her students.

The teacher asked the boy, "what is your problem?"

The boy answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!"

Ms Anna had enough. She took the boy to the Principal's office.

While the boy waited at the reception of the office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Anna he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave and so she agreed. The boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"

Boy: "9".

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Boy: "36".

And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know. The principal looks at Ms Anna and tells her, "I think Boy can go to the third-grade. "

Ms Anna says to the principal, "I have some of my own questions, can I ask him ?" The principal and Boy both agree.

Ms Anna asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?

Boy, after a moment, "Legs."

Ms Anna: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"

Boy.: "Pockets."

Ms Anna: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?

Boy: Coconut.

Ms Anna: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?

The Principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, but the boy was taking charge.

Boy: Bubblegum

Ms Anna: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and adog does on three legs? The Principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...

Boy: Shake hands.

Ms Anna: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort of questions, okay?

Boy: Yep.

Ms Anna: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.

Boy: Tent

Ms Anna: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first.

The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Vodka peg.

Boy: Wedding Ring

Ms Anna: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.

Boy: Nose

Ms Anna: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.

Boy: Arrow

Ms Anna: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement?

Boy: Firetruck.

Ms Anna: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' & if you don't get it you have to use your hand.

Boy: Fork.

Ms Anna: What is it that all men have one of it's longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?

Boy: SURNAME

Ms Anna: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, & is responsible for making love ?

Boy: HEART.

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, Send this boy to Stanford University , I got the last ten questions wrong myself!"

Movie: Sex and the City

2008-06-04T03:44:00.005+08:00

And... it's a birthday week! Thanks to Lette, the hunnybunny, for treating me out to Sex and the city the Movie! It was great to feel all woman again. You can hear both of us commenting...

"I love her bag."
"I want her shoes."
"Aww... I like the color of that dress."

***

I wasn't much of a fan of their TV show though when it came out some 4-5 years ago. I sat through one season compiled in a DVD and I told my guy friend, you know what is lacking in their point of view? It's all female. No male POV. So, yes, during the final episode of the film I was actually empathizing more with the men. Carrie with her Mr. Big and Miranda with her Steven. In between my teary-eyed weeping of "you poor dears" to these women, I was also thinking "Why don't you just give these guys a break and give them a chance to explain?"

See how I've grown up.

Charlotte doesn't have much of a dilemma so she balances the group. Samantha had to give up her hunk of a man just because she cannot stop herself from straying. Her neighbor is really HOTT! But really... aren't there alternative lifestyles now that allow people to be with other people while you stay with the one you love? To which I exclaimed, "Can't she just swing?"

***

Carrie Bradshaw question: What if you already found love, what then?

Yeah. What, then? Judging from their story... if you found love you should...

... not forget to coif your hair down below.
... treat yourself right.
... be true to yourself.
... learn to forgive.

My rating: I had a good cry, I'm good. :)

Publicly Speaking for the First Time

2008-03-27T17:52:00.010+08:00

Event: Elementary Graduation Rites
Tomas del Rosario College - Balanga, Bataan
Date: March 18, 2008

Me in the middle! kink_gurl grew up to be a goddess pose.

MAGANDANG GABI: TEACHERS, PARENTS, STUDENTS, GUESTS…

A) My Days in Tdel...

- Inulan yun graduation namin. Kinailangang lumipat ng Bulwagan sa Capitol the last minute.

- Nilalakad ko lang Tdel galing sa bahay ko kasi mga 3 kanto lang ang layo.

- Excuse ko sa nanay ko kung bakit 5pm na ko umuuwi (kahit na 4pm uwian), kasi CLEANER ako. Pero naglalaro lang ako. Kaya tanong ng nanay ko, "Bakit namumula pisngi at bakit amoy araw ka?"

- Uso pa nun: Chinese garter, piko (hihipan mo yun pamato para di pumunta sa linya), patintero, bansay. May tag-ulan dati na pulos "Super Trump!" lang nilalaro namin.

- Favorite kong panahon pag umaaraw kasi mas maraming pwedeng gawin pag nasa labas ka ng classroom.

Going to today's graduation theme... “Light Tomorrow with Today”... isip ko, how do you explain that to kids with age… 4…5…6…12… 60years old? Naiisip na ba nila kung anong ibig sabihin niyan? Makikinig ba kaya sila gayung nung panahon namin tahimik nga kami pero gaya nung ginagawa ko itong "Speech" ko wala akong maalala sa sinabi ng speaker noon.

[Talk to audience just to make sure they’re still listening: Anong sinabi ng rebulto ni Rizal sa rebulto ni Bonifacio?... Who killed Lapu-lapu…]

My interpretation of it is that... If you have a DREAM... you can start it NOW even if you are still YOUNG. Sa tingin ko wala naman pinagkaiba ang sarili ko sa inyo. Except sa taon kung kelan ako gumraduate ng Tdel. So, I’m guessing, I’m here para bigyan kayo ng “pabaon” para doon sa tutungtong ng High School at sa mga little ones dito na papasok na ng elementarya.

I have the mic and that wooden-whatchamacallit-thingee so you might as well listen to what I say...

B) To help me explain the concept of “Light Tomorrow with Today” I borrowed ideas from the book "Follow Your Heart by Andrew Matthews"…

1. LAW OF THE SEED

- Lesson of the seed: "You reap your harvest after you do the work." You dig the soil and water the seed (effort), wait a while (patience) and then you pick your beans LATER.

- EFFORT + PATIENCE = RESULTS

- Sa Tagalog… “Kung ma itinanim, may aanihin.”

2. AS YOU GET BETTER, THE GAME GETS BIGGER

- If you succeed in a little game >>> bigger game.

- When you start in school, we begin in (KINDER >>> PREP >>> GRADE ONE >>> GRADE TWO >>> so on >>> GRADE SIX >>> HIGH SCHOOL >>> COLLEGE).

[Share something about Ragnarok and killing monsters to level up.]

LIFE IS A BIG SCHOOL. It does not end with “graduation”. As long as you are living, you will continue learning.

3. ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER

- Start anywhere you can.

- A small start leads to something else and then to something else and then to something else.

- Give your best shot to whatever is in front of you, and opportunity will begin to find you. It's called “developing a reputation”. It's called "one thing leads to another."

4. THE FROG PRINCIPLE

- FROG >>> Bucket of Hot Water >>> Jump out
- Same FROG >>> Bucket of Tap Water >>> Put Bucket in Stove >>> Relax >>> Cooked Frog

Each day we ask ourselves WHERE ARE WE HEADING? We do not feel change if it happens gradually.

5. NO EFFORT IS WASTED

Block of ICE (-50 C) >>> HEAT >>> Nothing Happens >>> 0 C it begins to Melt >>> 100 C it begins to Boil >>> Evaporates

The principle? It's possible to put lots of energy into something, seems like nothing is happening. The ENERGY we put in it produces change. Continue to put the energy in and you will surely see a transformation.

[My story: Valedictorian from Kinder to Grade 6. Nung time na yun, naiisip ko lang yun sinabi ng Tatay ko na maganda daw pang-display sa opisina yun diploma na may "1st Honor" pag naging doctor ako. Medyo mababaw. That time I wanted to be a doctor. And I wanted to study college in UP. Never akong pinilit mag-aral ng magulang ko because I always have time for both homework and play. There is always room for PLAY that was probably why I found learning to be FUN.

Nung umalis ako ng Tdel for High School, kala ko tsamba lang yun pagiging 1st Honor ko. Nasa Maynila na ako eh, mas marami ng magagaling kako. Pero I still ended as 5th Honor at the end of my 4th year sa St. Bridget. Kasi... kung ano yun study habits ko dito sa Tdel, hindi siya nawala hanggang napunta na nga ako ng UP... hanggang ngayon na nagtatrabaho na ako.]

I still do my homework. I still give the best of what I can give. Best of all, I have FUN doing it.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. – Aristotle

[Ask kids what they want to be when they grow up… doctor … engineer… artista … etc … etc…]

Nagtapos ako ng Broadcast Communication sa Universidad ng Pilipinas pero nalinya ako sa IT or Information Technology or explanation ng nanay ko sa mga kaibigan niya “nasa computer-computer”. Kasi nung nasa Mass Comm naman ako sabi ko sa sarili ko … "Gusto ko maiba sa mga kasama ko. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to open new doors."

Managing a software development company was God's answer to me. New doors, new doors pala ha... oh, dyan ka! Software na kahit naka-telepono ka lang pwede ka kumontak sa instant messenger ng nasa computer. Software para may alternative ang mga nasa abroad lalo na yun mga OFW natin kababayan na maka-kontak sa minamahal nila dito sa Pilipinas.

Starting today, if you do not know what you are good at... start exploring. If you do not know what you love to do, make an effort na alamin kung ano ba yun. Usually it’s that something that excites you. You can talk about it for hours.

The universe rewards effort, not excuses.

FOCUS ON WHAT YOU WANT. AND IF YOU ARE TO MAKE CHOICES IN THE FUTURE...DO WHAT YOU LOVE TO DO.

Magandang Gabi at Maraming Salamat!

*** end ***

At home, before leaving. Teaching Papa Manolo new tricks with the digicam.

Hail to thee, Geeks!

2008-02-28T16:04:00.010+08:00

I got this from Eddie Boy Escudero's Multiply site! Dedicated to all my friends from the Geek-dom. To all the hotnerdy kinkgurls, puchapares, and geekgods out there.

At Starbucks, Feb 2008

2008-02-27T16:04:00.008+08:00

For comparison purposes only. Putting up my latest pic. Taken by the bunny_lette at Starbucks on Feb 2008. :)

Spontaneous combustion of comments from the floor...

***

bunny_lette: oonga the bebop girl reminds me of you
bunny_lette: kamukha mo!
kink: aww shucks!

***

baldman: wow! kamukha mo nga!
baldman: kuha pati cleavage!
kink: naks naman! hahahaha
kink: thank you! thank you!
baldman: hanep! parang nagpose ka para sa kanila
kink: i just found the pic online
baldman: tsktsktsk, pati drawing mapagnanasahan!
kink: hahaha
baldman: what can i say?!
baldman: it lookd yummy

***

kink: i've uploaded my picture (just this once) so my friends can look at the similarities
caje2k: haha
caje2k: You're missing sunglasses.
caje2k: ...and...something else...
kink: ~oooohhhh
caje2k: ...a cowboy to bebop?
kink: woohoo!
caje2k: And a bikini to bebop him with.
caje2k: A lime green affair that leaves just enough to the imagination to make it go wild.
kink: I heard it can be pretty hot in the desert
kink: so it's bikini on the sand (minus the beach)
caje2k: + cacti
kink: precisely!
caje2k: Time to buy a bikini and a ticket to Texas.
kink: hahahaha
caje2k: Or at least the bikini, which you'll then put up on your blog, and a rich Texan will pay your way to him.
kink: weee!
caje2k: You don't even have to wear it, just the promise of wearing it and I'm sure someone will pay.
caje2k: I mean, put the picture of the bikini up on the blog, not the picture of you not wearing it.

***

Meet Faye Valentine

2008-02-26T22:10:00.015+08:00

I*heart* my Dutchy friend. Med student from Rotterdam (not sure, but he's somewhere in Netherlands). He tells me in this "chat session" that he likes Cowboy Bebop (it's an anime thing) and I think one character reminds me of him. And it's now hanging on his bedroom wall. ;)

Meet Faye Valentine...

kink: you were right about the MHPT*
kink: thanks for the advice!
kink: heheee
kiw0x: haha, you're welcome
kiw0x: /humph
kink: why the smug look? :P
kiw0x: to show you how a man with MHPT looks like
kiw0x: /humph
kiw0x: don't worry though, I don't look like that now
kiw0x: do you know Cowboy Bebop by any chance?
kink: uhmm... no. Is he famous?
kiw0x: haha
kiw0x: no, never mind - it's an anime
kink: :P
kink: oh really?
kink: I'll look him up
kink: I've probably seen him on TV but goes under a different name
kiw0x: it's the NAME of an anime.. not really the guy's name
kiw0x: check out the poster

You have accepted the invitation to start viewing webcam.

kiw0x: see the lady?
kink: hahaha
kiw0x: she's from Cowboy Bebop :P
kink: yes, I see
kiw0x: goooood
kink: we don't have them yet here
kiw0x: her name is Fay, and I looooooove her
kink: so you bought a poster?
kiw0x: but that's besides the point
kiw0x: no no..
kink: lol
kiw0x: I bought that in the states
kiw0x: but this is the first time I hung it up my wall hehe
kink: can I see again?

kiw0x is inviting you to start viewing webcam.

kiw0x: enjoy the stare :P
kink: yup
kink: she has the same hair as me :P
kink: sort of
kiw0x: ya kinda, which is why I loooooove her so much ;)
kink: heheee

Another photo of Faye you might want to look at >>> http://www.joker.si/images/clank/5808_510.jpg

Kink says: Weee! I'm an anime character! And yeah, I'm clueless about Cowboy Bebop so whoever reading this who has a collection of the anime series, feel free to send it to me. And don't forget to check out the cool, jazzy OBB soundtrack down below!

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*MHPT- Men Have Periods Too

Learned it the Hard Way: Rackmounted.com Does not have 24/7 Tech Support

2007-11-30T01:06:00.000+08:00

I just found out today in the most painful manner that Rackmounted.Com does not have 24/7 technical support. Our servers have been moved and apparently one of them had a problem today (Nov 29).

We put our issue under "Critical" to which their support person replied: "I will have to have a look at your server tomorrow morning, I can't get anyone to move the kvm at the moment. Ticket left open until further notice."

Talk about having an "emergency"!!! Ah yes, we hear you're panicking but we're far more laidback than you island dwellers in the Philippines. Our technical support are the most relaxed people in the world. Way to go, Rackmounted.com!

Currently doing business in the Philippines. Morning in Wisconsin (where they say they are) might be around 8am-Nov 29 is probably around 10pm-Nov30 in Manila. In which 3/4 of our day is gone and so is our business.

Very disappointed with the way this problem was handled. We reported the server as not responding at 11am-Philippine Time, they emailed us that it was fixed at 11pm-Philippine Time. They didn't say they had 24/7 Tech Support on their website. Must be our fault for thinking hosting services are there to help customers. That is what we are---"only" customers.

(What the heck am I ranting for?!! Not everybody needs a server anyways.)

Five Reasons to Feel Good About Love at 30 and Beyond! by Amy Waterman

2007-10-24T00:13:00.000+08:00

1. You can afford nicer dates than going to McDonald's.

I still remember my first date. We shared a strawberry
milkshake at McDonald's, and I was so starry-eyed with
infatuation that anything would have tasted like ambrosia.
Fortunately, my dinner dates these days are much healthier
and better suited to romance.

2. You know a bit more about life and love.

One of the scariest things about dating when you're a
teenager is starting out from a state of ignorance.
We're not born knowing how it all works. As exciting
as it feels to kiss a boy for the first time, that heady
hormonal rush is tempered by anxiety.

Very few people get through their early dating years
without feeling paralyzed by a horrible fear of messing
up. That's why it's so nice to have enough experience
to be realistic about the whole process: dating can be
disappointing, exciting, embarrassing, and exhilarating -
sometimes all at the same time!

3. You no longer put up crap from men.

By the time you reach your thirties, you've gained a
little wisdom when it comes to relationships. You can
call things what they are. You value yourself enough
to say "no" to a bad situation.

4. You can see what you're getting with him.

When you're dating in your teens and twenties, the
energy and ambition of youth makes it difficult to
clearly see who your partner will actually turn out to
be. The young man who goes to Stanford for a business
degree may drop out to flip burgers and play in a band.
The local jock may become the paunchy middle manager
whose idea of flexing his arm muscles is lifting a
beer glass.

Luckily, by the time a man reaches his thirties, his
lifestyle choices will give you a good indication of
where he sees himself going in life.

5. You've got more going on in your life than just him.

Yes, for me the best part about being 30+ is that life
is so much fuller, richer, and more satisfying than ever
before. Whether you have a relationship or not, you've
created a life that you can be proud of. You don't depend
on a man for your sense of self-worth.

Dating is part of your life but not everything. Relationships
become something wonderful to be valued when you have them,
but not despaired over when you don't.

Weeee! I got a Kitty!!!

2007-10-21T20:19:00.000+08:00

My first and only Hello Kitty doll!!! Got her from a loot bag at a children's party.

I've always wanted one of these since I was (probably) three. So cuddly and cute. I never had a doll though even if I really, really, really wanted one. My dad bought me a tumbler at a Sanrio store instead.

I'm soooo happy!! I'll hug her and cuddle her and call her Kitty...

Kitty looks so angelic over my shoulder. Balances my evil horns.

Macau and our last day in Hong Kong

2007-08-27T21:46:00.000+08:00

Okay... Flickr would not allow me to post more than 100MB into my account therefore half of my trip is in Picasa. This was on August 18-19, 2007. Macau trip for Aug 18, back by evening in Hong Kong. Then some last minute picture taking before we left Hong Kong on Sunday.

The HongKong Trip

2007-08-27T21:37:00.000+08:00

Kink (c)Hunk: David Beckham

2007-07-14T02:41:00.000+08:00

Football player hottie David Beckham and Spice Girl's Posh Spice Victoria looked so hot in this magazine cover that I had to "grab" it. Most of Victoria's pictures looks like she's underfed and undernourished. She looks great on this one. Hands down, David is soo hot especially with that big tattoo (which looks real). He makes me want to have his baby on this photo!

Lots of publicity on the internet about them right now. David's playing for the LA Galaxy. Make football (that's soccer to Americans) more popular in the US. More on Yahoo! News.

Hmmm... if it becomes popular in the US, it will make waves in the Philippines. I used to be a basketball fan, during the days when Michael Jordan was still playing and winning with the Chicago Bulls. David Beckham is like the Michael Jordan of the 21st century! Only, it's a different sport altogether!

Football is really big in Europe and is only gaining popularity in the Philippines just recently. Thanks to advertising from Nike and Adidas in the 2006 World Cup, Filipinos are now taking notice. But then again, every barangay in this country has a basketball court so I guess more people are still playing basketball. But why play in a court when you can have green grass? Muddy grass on rainy season such as July to September is the best time to wear those spiked shoes!

Smell, smell, smell

2007-07-05T23:41:00.000+08:00

It comes in a vial so you can smell pussy any time of the day. Whiff it from the back of your wrist. Click here to Visit Vulva Original.

Commercialism at its finest! This is just too kinky. And no, it is not my smell. Susmaryosep!I fear I might probably run dry if I were to put kinkgurl in a bottle and put it on sale for international distribution!

Lukayo: Hindi Ito Bastos!

2007-06-17T23:31:00.000+08:00

And to back it up, we also got an article "Old Women Playing with Wooden Dicks: How i-Witness got into trouble with the censors by Sheila Coronel from PCIJ Blogs posted a year ago on June 6, 2006.

One comment goes something like this:

I think this i-witness report applies to the country’s history of corruption and how we allow these dildos to Fu@&! us every year. I think the Marcoses, cronies, et al should join this ritual. Instead of holding a penis, they should wave the billions of pesos while dancing with abandon live on tv.

Secondly, this ritual should be banned. Filipinos are already known around the world as maids, as corrupt, as prostitutes just to get that passport, as having a dirty country, as brain drained…..we don’t need another recognition…do we?

Wait a minute, maybe the Department of Tourism should promote it. We already have foreigners paying bargains to desperate Filipinos for sex, now we can legalize and celebrate prostitution in this part of the Philippines.

Wow! Such strong words "this ritual should be banned."

I remember my Spanish professor back in UP. He used to tell the class, "You should be thankful for the Spaniards! Or else you people would all be running around naked!" I would silently sneer at him and in my mind I say, "Dinagdagan niyo lang gastos ng mga babae. If we can still be running naked then we would not be needing bras!" Hehe

Anyways, Philippines as the land of G-strings and topless women... that ain't bad. If only these people knew more about what the Philippines was like before the Spaniards came, maybe they will keep an open mind. There is nothing wrong with being naked. Nothing wrong with being aware of one's own "anatomy." Yet, for something that is meant to propagate the entire human species in this planet, most people think that sex is soo durrrty!!

I wonder what we are ashamed of.

Hindi ito Bastos! Kinky lang. Hehehe

ehem G-strings came from the Philippines

2007-06-17T01:47:00.000+08:00

The origin of the term "G-string" is obscure. The term is first attested in writings by Americans in the late 1800s describing the loincloth of Philippine natives. In the "Philippine Islands" entry in the 1911 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, the term "geestring" is used.

Or at least that's what Wikipedia told me. Something new you learn everyday.

Italian Footlongs

2007-06-12T00:36:00.001+08:00

Birthday passed and went away. Far, far away! I have been receiving "prezzies" from all over the world. Offerings for the Goddess Kink!!!

This one hails from a friend in Italy. Ashtray from this link he found.

Hmm.. they seem to have a lot of "footlongs" in Italy.

This photo is part of an erotic art collection of ancient Pompei. Found here. Suffice it to say that I'm learning Italian art and history from a certified Italian teacher. Cool, huh? Smart men are a huge turn on.

For a more scholarly discussion of Pompei's Erotic Art (re-unearthed and opened to the public in 2000)there's Erotic art in Pompeii and Herculaneum in Wikipedia and this archived study entitled "Sex, Sight, and ''Societas'' in the Lupanar, Pompeii."

Plus, more images from Napoli's Museo Archeologico Nazionale.

I'm just enjoying the sights and lazy to write something more welded together out of this discovery.

Mike's Field Guide To Tough Chicks

2007-04-23T19:12:00.000+08:00

Kink says: I cannot remember if I posted this here. I did put it on my now defunct myspace.com profile and on my friendster blog---haven't updated those in months. Lame excuse for a blog site if you ask me. Super sweet friend sent me this link long time ago. I think it is flattering to have someone tell you "this article reminded me of you". That's why it is being re-posted here.

Tough Chicks are the coolest type of female around, except maybe for Tough Rich Chicks. But those are rare. All my life I've sought out Tough Chicks for dating and hanging-out-with purposes, and it's always been extremely rewarding. I always just hated frilly, frowsy, helpless Gurly-Gurls. Southern Belles are the absolute worst type of Gurly-Gurl, by the way, and are the archetype by which the genre is defined. Avoid them like death; they're dysfunctional, whiny, clingy, deceitful, unintelligent but guileful, and generally useless. Please note also that Tough Chicks are not in any way to be confused with Hard Women, who are also must-to-avoid.

While the Tough Chick may live in a trailer (almost always only a temporary condition so they can save up money to go to Cozumel or Czechoslovakia or buy a '50 Ford), they are not OF the trailer park, even though they will sometimes jokingly refer to themselves as "trailer trash." The Hard Woman doesn't understand why anyone would want to pay good money to live anyplace else.

The Tough Chick knows that violence is an extremely stupid and unproductive way to handle domestic disputes; the Hard Woman will suddenly smash a beer bottle over your head without warning and claim it was for something you said two weeks ago, even though she's always too drunk to remember what happened yesterday. Hard Women are identifiable by copious quantities of blue or green eyeshadow and the stale cheap beer smell on their breath. They also tend towards cowboy boots and Camaros. For more on Hard Women and the men who love them, see MulletsGalore.com. Meanwhile, onwards:

A Tough Chick digs real men, but not macho assholes. The grease under the nails thing fits in here, but just try pinching her ass uninvited with those greasy paws and see what you get. Asshole.

A Tough Chick doesn't need you to change a tire, she can do it herself. But she appreciates the help.

A Tough Chick drinks real liquor, not some fruity pink crap or anything involving milk or blue Curacao. The only time she stoops to frozen drinks is for a lark or on a tropical vacation. Give her a bourbon and coke or a V and T and she's just fine. Then you can both sit at the bar and make fun of the dilettantes and amateur drunks with their Strawberry Margaritas and Sex On The Beaches.

[Kink comments: Sweet drinks are "dessert drinks" and should be drank towards the end of your "main drink". My "main drink list": San Miguel Beer. And as a rule, fancy drinks that are fruity pink crap should be drank on holidays and should not be bought by me own money.]

As a related identifier, she can hold her booze well, but if she does get a trifle smashed, she will still maintain her decorum at least somewhat and is usually a fun drunk. You will never have to bungee-cord a Tough Chick onto the back of the bike so she doesn't fall off. If she should feel inclined to expose her own personal nipples to public view at some point, she will be funny and a little sexy about it and not slutty, trashy, or over-serious. If she seems inebriated to the point of collapse, watch over her carefully - some scumball in the bar has recognized her value and has slipped her a roofie.

A Tough Chick will never have to buy all her own drinks in a bar. People will want to buy them for her, even if you're around. This doesn't necessarily mean they're trying to snake you; they just like her.

A Tough Chick doesn't mind if you look, but you better not stare, creep.

A Tough Chick is loyal. She'll stand at your back in a bar fight with a knife in one hand and the car keys in the other. The Tough Chick won't need to borrow your knife - she has her own.

A Tough Chick has the annoying yet endearing quality of being able to grab any of your hats, no matter what type, put it on herself, and instantly look way cooler than you ever did in it. She can pull off all sorts of ordinary or unusual clothing combinations with style and panache. She makes anything look good. If she wears jeans and a baby-tee, she's cute. If she wears leather jeans and a ripped-up cowboy shirt tied across her midriff, she's hot as hell. If she wears a strapless evening gown with a corsage, she's unexpectedly dazzling and radiant. You will sometimes feel like a hapless schlub next to her.

A Tough Chick knows what you mean by the term "Tough Chick" and understands that it's not meant to be in any way condescending, insulting, or slanderous, but highly complimentary. She knows it's pretty much the same as what Sinatra meant when he called a woman a "broad."

A Tough Chick takes no shit, from you or anybody else. On the other hand, she will never give you any (undeserved) shit either. Tough Chicks are not in the shit business.

A Tough Chick would do Angelina Jolie in a hot second, and doesn't care if even her mother knows it.

A Tough Chick is independent, smart, smart-assed, funny, rowdy, and resourceful. She always knows where there's a liquor store or after-hours bar open. Chances are she'll have friends who work there.

A Tough Chick likes your friends and doesn't mind hanging out with them. Likewise, her friends are always great too. Don't be surprised if one of your friends hooks up with one of her friends at some point. Be happy for them - they're both coming out on the good side.

A Tough Chick is capable of morphing into a Gurly-Gurl, but only temporarily, for brief periods in appropriate circumstances. For example, bring a puppy or kitten home as a gift for her and watch her go all teary and mushy. Likewise, if she seems giggly, she won't be annoying about it. More likely, you'll be giggling with her yourself in pretty short order.

A Tough Chick is bold and unself-conscious enough to fart audibly in public if circumstances warrant, but she's classy enough to realize that circumstances rarely if ever warrant. If for some reason they should, she will not ask for anybody's permission.

A Tough Chick may or may not have tattoos, but she likes yours.

A Tough Chick thinks Captain Picard is sexy, if she even knows who he is, which she may not.

[Hey! I know Captain Picard! And yes, he is sexy!]

A Tough Chick doesn't like little yappy-ass rat-dogs.

A Tough Chick thinks Jon Bon Jovi is a fucking poof. She knows Ozzy and Bon Scott rock. She gets excited over Elvis and tingly over Gene Vincent. She likes early swing and big band but probably hates Modern Jazz.

[There was a time I thought Jon Bon Jovi was sexy... way back when he just cut his hair. I waited for him outside Manila Hotel and got his autograph along with Richie Sambora the first time they came to Manila. Unfortunately, after coming out of a series of movies and Ally McBeal... ugh. He lost his mystery and his hotness.]

A Tough Chick will sit up with you and drunkenly discuss philosophy, religion, great books, and the wonders of WD-40 with you till the sun comes up. Then, when you go to bed, watch out: Tough Chicks are sexual dynamite. You could possibly end up seriously hurt. You will always have that painful pelvic-bone bruise the next day, and possibly claw-marks as well. They are adventurous and uninhibited. The sheets will get all sweaty and end up all wadded from all the thrashing around. If you have a cat who is accustomed to sleeping with you, he or she will angrily glare at you for hours the next day.

[Hehe... poor cat.]

Tough Chicks are not easy to find, although there are many pseudo-Tough Chicks out there masquerading as the real deal. For real Tough Chicks, try the Lower East Side in New York City. New Orleans seems to be populated almost exclusively with bona-fide Tough Chicks. There seem to be only a very few in the rest of the South, probably due to the preponderance of dainty little Southern Belles, who Tough Chicks hate as much as I do.

My close friend Karen in NOLA is as fine an example of true Tough-Chickdom as I can think of. She's beautiful, brilliant, and witty. She's petite and speaks with a kind of soft-pitched kitten voice, but I've seen her clear a bar full of rowdy asshole frat-boy drunks with a hard shout and a menacing glare. She's simply amazing with the hat thing too. I was hanging out with my friend Rachel from NYC once. We ended up in an after-hours joint and sat there living it up (or down) till about 10 AM the next morning. We walked out into the street to head back to her apartment and the bright sunlight jumped me unawares. I swear I thought I could actually hear my eyeballs sizzling. Rachel cooly reached into her purse, whipped out a pair of shades, and slipped 'em on. Then she smiled at me and sweetly said, "Asshole." My friend Jessi from NJ is dainty, slim, and lovely. She's also sassy, a two-fisted drinker and can weld as good as any guy I ever saw. My friend Sarajane from Detroit is pretty, brash, redhaired, and knows more about cars than I do. My former girlfriend Jennifer from Long Island is sweet and kindhearted and intelligent and punched out her psycho ex-roomate when she threatened to throw Jen's cat out the window of their apartment. My friend Erin in Brooklyn might've been the first true Tough Chick I ever met. She had her own pair of custom-made brass knuckles with her name engraved on 'em and used Triple Sec as a hair fixative. She's now married to a great guy named Terry Serpico, who's an actor. He was in Donnie Brasco - he's the guy in the poolhall who gets slapped around by Johnny Depp. (Note: when I asked him if it didn't pain him somewhat to let a punk like Depp slap him around, he kind of grimaced, then grinned and said "Hey, I'm an actor." Great guy.)

If and when you do run across a real Tough Chick, grab hold of her and hang on; it might get wild, but it's a wonderful ride. I've been fortunate enough to have several Tough Chicks as friends and/or lovers in my life, and am grateful to whatever Heaven there might be out there for it.

[Kink comments: Are you strong enough to be my man?]

More Romance, Please!

2007-04-14T00:35:00.000+08:00

Kink says: May not need this "now" so I'm saving it for later. Putting articles in storage.

Let's face it: It's hard to be wildly romantic once you have kids. It's a question of simple math: only so many hours in the day, only two of you, only two hours left after their bedtime and before yours and only one reliable sitter (if you're lucky). When you think of it that way, it's amazing you manage to stay as lovey-dovey as you do. But it is possible to make your marriage as sweet and sexy as a Meg Ryan movie and to grow even closer during those peak parenthood years, says Cherie Carter-Scott, Ph.D., author of If Love Is a Game, These Are the Rules. Here's how to keep your romance rockin' every step of the way.

*Some names have been changed.

Romance Roadblock #1: A new baby means wondering if you'll ever have a love life again.

You're sleep deprived and too busy even to go to the bathroom: Is it any wonder that romance takes a bit of a nosedive when there's a new baby in the house? "It's an intense shift in the relationship because you're moving from a 'we' of two to a 'we' of three," says Carter-Scott. To make sure you two don't get lost in the shuffle, it's crucial to carve out time to be alone together. Ideally, say the marriage gurus, you should try for a weekly date night. And if you're tempted to put it off until little Jake is walking/talking/starting school, consider this: "When it comes to romance, the more time that goes by, the harder it will be to pick up where you left off," says Carter-Scott.

Another tip: If both of you work outside the home, hold date night during the day. That's what Dan and Carolyn Bates of New York have made their love ritual ever since 1-year-old Andrew was just a few months old. "We meet for lunch once or twice a week and eat pasta and talk, the way we used to when we were dating," Carolyn says. "Since we don't have to worry about logistics, it's easier to be spontaneous and focus on each other."

Romance Roadblock #2: Your bedroom has become a playroom.

Have kids taken over your space? It's time to reclaim your bedroom as your private love nest. To get rid of TV-watching kids in your bedroom, simply get rid of the TV. Next "remove anything that reminds you of your obligations as a parent," says Debra Amador, a feng shui expert in San Rafael, California. "Ban parenting books, school forms and even pictures of your kids from your bedroom. This should be your space as a couple, not as parents, in order for romance to thrive."

To leave your intimate imprints on the room, stock it with everything from sexy souvenirs (for instance, photos from excursions you took together or robes from the hotel you stayed at on your honeymoon) to sensual goodies (e.g., fragrant candles or velvet pillows). The goal is to fill your haven with whatever makes you feel sensuous and snaps you back into romance mode. And as hard as it is to stop middle-of-the-night wanderers from crossing the border, it's essential to keep kids out of your bed, says Susan Fletcher, Ph.D., a psychologist in Dallas. "Your bed should be your space," she says. "Not only does having kids in your bed kill any romance, but kids who sleep with their parents are much more likely to have difficulty coping with separation, which means it will be harder for you to leave kids with a sitter when you two want to go out alone."

Romance Roadblock #3: Who can flirt with the kids always around?

Have those lingering touches and bedroom eyes gone the way of Saturday mornings spent sleeping in? Guess what: It's not only possible but downright healthy to flirt (albeit mildly) in front of your children. Parental PDAs set an amazing example of how sweet and tender a marriage can be, says Carter-Scott. So don't be shy about stealing a smooch or saying, "I love you" when the kids are around. Bonus: Those tiny touches and loving looks will keep your mind and body constantly primed for the real fireworks to come: Just ask Trish Simo, 29, of Mundelein, Illinois. "My husband and I have our own little hints to each other that are way over our 5-, 2-, and 1-year-olds' heads," she confesses. "We created our own code language. Saying secret love comments to each other when the kids are around makes us look forward to them going to bed at night!"

Of course, if your kids are old enough to catch the romantic innuendos, you'll need to use a bit more discretion, but you can still be a full-on flirt. Send each other steamy emails at the office or on your home computer. (Change your password frequently to keep your junior hacker in the dark.) You can also leave sweet and/or slightly suggestive messages on each other's cell phones throughout the day.

And when all else fails, find an excuse to go behind a locked door in the middle of the day. "My husband and I have three kids," says Veronica Dennis, 31, of Hacienda Heights, California. "So we have to make each moment count. Every once in a while, we tell the children that Mom and Dad need to have a meeting to discuss something private. We then adjourn to our bedroom, lock the door and begin our 'meeting.' It's quick but intense, and we usually take the children for ice cream or something afterward. We tell them that our meeting was about a surprise for them, so everyone is happy!"

Romance Roadblock #4: Some date night! You always end up talking about the kids.

You've booked the sitter and reserved a table for two at your favorite bistro (the one you always used to go to before you became parents). But instead of having a fabulously romantic night out on the town, you spend the whole evening discussing -- guess who? -- the kids. Aargh!

Surprisingly, parent-talk can be a bonding breakthrough, says Carter-Scott, if you steer the conversation away from the children and toward your feelings about your new role. "As parents you feel so many things: blessed, overwhelmed, inspired, scared," she explains. "Share those real feelings -- what intimacy's all about -- and you'll be able to relate more deeply as partners."

That said, if you can't even remember what you used to talk about before you had kids, it's time to reconnect through your shared hobbies: the sailing, salsa dancing, pool playing or antiquing that was a big part of your falling-in-love years. If you don't have the time or money to indulge in those old favorites, think up new rituals to share at home: Paint your bedroom a hot, sexy color together. Pick an ethnic cuisine to master and get cooking in the kitchen. Read the same book and discuss it before dozing off -- think of it as a book club for the two smartest, coolest people in the world.

Romance Roadblock #5: Your "dating dollars" are paying for schools, activities and half of Toys "R" Us.

Nights out and new lingerie can keep a marriage hot, but who has the cash after shelling out for art lessons, American Girl dolls and the designer sneakers your son absolutely has to have? Don't worry, you don't have to empty the bank: For the price of a baby-sitter, you can fill your life with love adventures. "My husband and I take day trips to the mountains that are within an hour's drive," says LuAnn Wilkins, 33, of Fairlawn, New Jersey. "We hike the deserted trails, complete with waterfalls -- all for the cost of gas and tolls."

There are tons of inexpensive outings for two. If it takes a little black dress (and a little red wine) to put you in the mood, get yourself on the invitation lists of local art galleries. "We go to gallery openings," says Andrea Brown, 33, of Seattle. "They usually serve complimentary wine and cheese, and they take place in the evening, so you can dress up." Not an art aficionado? Check local listings for free concerts in the park. If you live near vineyards, take a winery tour or attend a wine tasting. Many public schools offer ballroom-dance lessons at low prices. Even an impulsive midnight picnic under the stars can add a sexy twist to an ordinary weeknight. While you're cuddling in the moonlight, try this love game: Take turns sharing five things you absolutely adore about each other, says Carter-Scott.

Romance Roadblock #6: Your kids' schedules are eating your weekends alive.

Do you need a cruise director to keep track of all your kids' weekend activities? To ensure that your coupledom doesn't take a backseat to tae kwon do, you need to be somewhat crafty. First rule: If you have more than one child, make sure their lessons overlap. That way you and your husband can have uninterrupted time, even if it's spent just grabbing a bagel and coffee together.

In fact, it can be a major parenting mistake to let the kids' activities rule your life. So before signing them up, you and your mate should scope out your own schedule and plan your children's activities around that, says William Doherty, Ph.D., author of Take Back Your Marriage. If Saturday is the only day you two can spend together, sign your kids up for a soccer league that plays on Sunday instead.

Romance Roadblock #7: Every vacation's a family vacation.

You once cruised hand in hand down a canal in Venice; now you're taking turns waiting on three-hour lines at Disney. But even if your lifestyle has changed since your pre-baby days, you can still sneak in an adults-only getaway, says Carter-Scott. Recruit relatives to baby-sit so you can spend an amazing night or two at a local bed-and-breakfast. "To keep your marriage as hot as possible, sometimes you need an uninterrupted span of time when nobody's calling out for Mommy," she says. If a B&B is not in the budget right now, send your kids off to a fun-filled weekend at their grandparents' house and turn your own place into a cozy love cottage. During the day let your errands slide and play tourist in your hometown or the nearest city. At night collapse in bed (or on the kitchen floor) and make all the noise you want, knowing that the kids are loving life -- and out of earshot -- at Grandma's house.

There are even sneaky ways to make family vacations more romantic. Take a tip from Sonia Rogers, 32, of Brooklyn, who has found that outdoorsy vacations at the beach all but guarantee her and her man plenty of couple time at night. "When my kids are active in the sun all day," she says, "they get so exhausted that they fall asleep right after dinner, leaving my husband and me time to be alone."

And then there are those moments when you just have to be creative, as Julie Taylor, 30, of Los Angeles discovered. "When our son, Holden, was 7 months old, my husband and I decided to take a trip to Las Vegas: It's where we got married, so we thought it would be fun to bring our son there," she recalls. "We noticed right away that the room had a huge bathroom with French doors. When it was time for Holden to go to sleep, we put his portable crib next to our bed: big mistake. Every time we moved, he'd wake up screaming. So then we got the idea to move his bassinet into the bathroom and close the doors (still able to see him). He snoozed in peace while we watched pay-per-views, ordered room service and made love. I never thought I'd let my son sleep in a bathroom -- but, hey, whatever works!"

Prime Your Bedroom for Passion

Can changing the position of your bed really pump up your love life? Absolutely, says Karen Rauch Carter, feng shui expert and author of Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life. Try some of these tips to get your bedroom ready for romance:

Move your bed. The hottest place for your bed is with the headboard against a solid wall, where you can see the bedroom door to the right or left of your feet: This will make you feel supersecure and allow you to be more playful in bed. The worst is having a bed with no headboard up against a window with your feet pointing toward the door. According to Carter, you'll feel tense, not exactly a romantic frame of mind.

Heat things up with color. "I see a lot of stark-white comforters," says Carter. "It's very clean, but it's cold from a sexual standpoint." Warm colors (reds, oranges and yellows) are more sensual, as are colors similar to your or your husband's skin tone. Ideally, you should have these colors on the bed itself; if you don't want to invest in new bedding, add pillows or a chenille throw in your favorite warm tone.

Clear away clutter. Feng shui experts say that holding on to excess stuff is unhealthy, so any clutter in your bedroom may cause relationship problems. Invite love in by banishing old magazines, work and such from your bedside table and dresser.

Think in pairs. For romantic balance, says Carter, stick to pairs of objects: two matching reading lamps, two nightstands, etc. Symmetrical decorating plays up the harmony, equality and bond between you and your man. Even your artwork should scream soul mate: Go ahead and deck the walls with photos that show the two of you crazy kids having fun together.

OK Go- Here it Goes Live at Granbury High School

2007-02-02T03:23:00.000+08:00

Kink says: The music video was really funny. I simply love the threadmill choreography. Couldn't help myself when I saw a live version at youtube.

2006-12-06T18:11:00.000+08:00

Take It As It Is

2006-12-05T23:59:00.000+08:00

Kink says: Down here in the Philippines, it's part of the culture to have hearsays. Gossips are an everyday staple. People read between the lines. Action speaks louder than words. Every gesture and every move 'might' actually mean something. I think this is also common practice with the womenfolk of the world (or maybe in some cultures?). Overanalyzing.

My years of working for an IT company filled with men made a different mark on me. Men are really simple creatures, to be honest. Take everything at face value. There's nothing behind those words. They respond well with 'bite-size'--- deploy tasks one at a time, put numbers on your issues and don't let it go beyond no.5.

I don't know how many women actually made this most common mistake with men. Been there, done that, will I be doing it again? Hehehe I can't say I'm an expert, only that I do undersand them better now.

And in my ripe years, I can say I've wisened. Men now wonder why I stand my ground and wait. Patience is a virtue. I know I'll have my way.

REad on...

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According to this dating online conselor who goes by the name of Terry MacDonald, the greatest piece of dating advice she ever got came from her friend's mother, and it was this: "Whatever a guy tells you, take it at face value."

According to Terry, before she heard this and took it to heart, she
says this:

"I used to be the type to hyperanalyze a man's every comment, gesture, or sneeze, this advice came as an epiphany to me. It freed me from having to decipher what 'I love you, but I'm not in love with you' meant, for instance, especially when the guy who blurted it had been happily spending his every free moment with me.

"It is not your job to figure out what a guy is thinking. It's not your responsibility to help him get in touch with his feelings, or overcome the childhood trauma of having to flush his dead goldfish down the toilet (which resulted in the shutting down of said feelings), or teach him how to communicate in an intelligible fashion.

"Your job is to accept what he says at face value, and that, my friend, will free you.

"Once a guy says: 'It's not you, it's me,' 'I'm not good enough for you, or 'I love you, but I'm not in love with you,' believe him. Accept that he is telling the truth."

Terry's advice is to wait for something better:

"If you want a happy relationship, you need a partner who can express himself, is affectionate, and who genuinely cares about your feelings. You need someone who is in touch with his emotions. You need a man who possesses the courage that falling in love requires.

"Hold out for the guy who deserves you."

Google Kink Now Working!

2006-10-31T03:59:00.002+08:00

Hurray!!! After almost 2 years... it eez finally searching stuff on my blog! Try it! It's that Google thingee at the bottom of this blog.

And gone as of Jan 2008. Forgot to back it up when I changed Blogger versions and changed my blog's format.

Well... Hell, Yeah!

2006-10-15T04:15:00.000+08:00

You Are More Like Angelina Jolie

Bad girl with a heart of gold.
You are smart, sexy, and strong willed.
You aren't against stealing another girl's man...
If he's better off with you!

Are You More Like Jennifer or Angelina?

Friends say I got this predatory vibe. Sweet and harmless aren't the best two words to describe me. So, is it any wonder?!! Hehe... I like Angelina.

Dive In!

2006-09-28T01:33:00.000+08:00

Hehehe~ I totally agree with this comics by Randall Munroe. Cannot seem to upload my comments because either my blog is too heavy or my internet connection is too slow. Anyways...

I was finally out. One with nature kind of trip last weekend. All the time, I was thinking how great it would be if I got my hands on the digital camera that were taking pictures of us. (Hell, I don't have pictures of me diving.)

After six years of my non-diving years, I finally got the chance to go SCUBAdiving again last weekend. Clean Up Dive in Anilao, Batangas area. As far as I can remember, the last time I dived was November of year 2000. I thought I forgot most parts of it but it was like riding a bicycle~~~once you've learned, you never forget.

I did manage to shoot up whenever I was 15-20 meters of calm, shallow waters... but then again... my excuse, I'm not used to wearing wetsuits underwater. Makes one too buoyant. I was more used to wearing bathing suit and leggings way back then. My dance outfit with a swimsuit. Hehehe!

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So wanted the underwater pics but very dangerous to bring cameras especially if you're diving in a deeper edge with very strong, unpredictable current underneath. But the corals were spectacular. It's just that if you don't hold tight to something (most of the time on non-threatening corals that are deeply rooted at the bottom of the sea), you could end up in the South China Sea.

Domesticated people do not know that. Most of them are into "Pichur! Pichur!" Which is not so bad. However, you fear for your life first before you remember to bring the camera along. Or worry about any pictures being taken. Then after the trip, that's when you remember "Ahh yess... Pichur! Pichur!"

What's so weird about going into the sea. Most of the time, you keep thinking to yourself, either something can sting me and I die of something poisonous or something can eat me out here! Hell, how come I thought about that 3 days afterwards and not during the actual dive... *lol*

Then after that realization, you tell yourself... I think I'll do it again!

Bored with the Internet by Randall Munroe

2006-09-28T00:51:00.000+08:00

Hehehe~ I totally agree with this.

Delinquent Blogger!

2006-07-06T19:28:00.000+08:00

Inaagiw na tong Blog ko!!! Leche! hehehe

Five Minutes of Fame

2006-03-09T23:41:00.000+08:00

Date: February 27, 2006
Place: Somewhere in Manila, Philippines
What it was about: Taping for TV

Noringai, a good friend of mine is currently a writer for one of them big, megastar showbiz personality down here. Being a writer and partly a researcher at the same time, she decided that it might actually do their show good to have me as one of their guests. Well... that's what she thought!

Prior to actual taping in the studio, they had their production crew troop down to where I live and do a preliminary shoot (Totally different from the interview I did with Studio 23's "Points of View" a few years back). I thought it'll be like 3-4 people and a camera wanting to take a look at my place. Yeah, I've been living in here since 1995. And yes, almost alone. (ooh...kinky! hehehe)

To my surprise, they got four vans parked infront of the house. With about 20 people in the crew. And they had two cameras and this sliding railroad to pan their cameras set up in the middle of the room . With 20 questions, an hour and a half interview, I wonder how the heck will they fit all that I said within one hour along with the rest of the show.

On the day of the taping itself, they got this bunch of makeup artists to glam you up. I thought I looked Chinese with all that make-up. Look Ma! No eyes!

Wow, don't I look some kinda showbiz artista for a day?! It's fun to be in limelight from time to time and be part of the mainstream people. Oooohh... blinded by the lights!

Anyways... just like I suspected, that hour and a half interview... That got me around 15 words all patched up for their VTR. That two hour wait, got me 2 minutes worth of interview with the megastar. And I don't think I even said anything witty or something that's in anyway related to the topic. Plus, by the time this is aired probably half of the population knows my age. Ugh! Praning!!

But yes, I was startstruck for a day! And I like Sharon, she's really funny behind the camera. Oh well... I just took pictures while I was waiting in the crowd. hehehe

For all it's worth, I'm glad they thought I was cute. That was what the megastar said before I left the stage.

Hair Whore

2006-01-10T04:18:00.000+08:00

Got me a new haircut! Look Ma! No more red hair!

Trying to capture it through all the angles.

View of hair from the back.

Another angle from another side.

Another side...

And another side.

Subscribing via RSS

2005-12-24T14:54:00.000+08:00

I've been using Mozilla since... I don't know... time immemorial? Was never a big fan of Microsoft except of course since I'm at the mercy of their Word and Excel programs that's why I still use it.

Anyways, for my dear friends who are as clueless as I am, you could actually subscribe to a favorite blog of yours just by clicking this sign found on the lower right hand side of your Mozilla browers (in my case is a Mozilla Firefox version). Aren't you glad you passed by my blog? You learn something new each day! hehehe

What I used to do was... list down all my friends' blog on this blog of mine and usually go there when I got the time. Elk! Which was probably ONCE IN A BLUEMOON!

Me with my UniCORNish Hair

2005-12-01T01:22:00.000+08:00

It's some kind of a laboratory experiment on hair color... again!!! I never learn my lesson. But this one makes me feel like a unicorn... magical!!! *lol*

As I've said, my colored hair's more of an either you like-LIKE it or NOT like it.

Notice that my hair's the same color as the cabinet in the background. Hihihi

PATING!!

2005-11-16T04:21:00.000+08:00

I have always been fascinated with sharks. Man-eaters. Can travel at great speed once they spot lunch. They travel alone. Feared by most. Top predators of the sea. You can only find them in the deep sea but when needed they still pass by shallow waters. Very adaptable. Very dangerous.

Of late, I've been classifying men who are great predators as "pating."

I was out with a few friends about two nights ago. I asked one to accompany me so I won't look alone. And the rest I just texted if they were interested to watch the gig with me. Two of the guys who showed up who were old friends are classic patings. Let's call the first one funny pating because he baits preys with his funny hirits while the other one is yabang pating because he uses yabang naman to attract the little fishes. Young, little fishes at that.

Now, yabang pating had brought two more friends who were also patings. And there was also rockstar pating who invited me to watch his gig in the first place.

Upon entering the place, rockstar pating noticed that I was with the friend. So he asks, "Kayo na ba?"

To whom my friend replied, "Tanong mo sa kanya."

LAter, funny pating ang yabang pating with his friends arrived then joined us. They made a 360 degree turn of the entire place and checked out all the hot chicks on the other table. Most of them think I'm already taken and they even raised their beer to my friend for having good taste in women. ME!

Tapos pagdating ng uwian, everybody was expecting friend to hail a taxi and bring me home. But of course, what else would you do with a hottie di ba? Hindi ako hinatid! Bisto!! That's why I call this friend of mine as seaweed.

He was the envy of most guys and he could've used the misinformation to his own advantage. Naki-ride na lang sana. Use it to his advantage that I date hotties like this girl and manigas kayo sa inggit. Hindi marunong bumakod! Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I have gone out with this guy a long, long time ago. Stopped going out and would occasionally ask him to accompany him whenever I know I'm in pating territory. He's a nice guy. But I was never attracted to him. Probably cause he's a seaweed.

Seaweed float on the sea. People actually put fences around it so they can culture it. It does not do "bakod". It accidentally entangles itself but it does not move on its own. And true enough, I was the one who asked him if he wanted to go with me to the gig in the first place.

So after that revelation, the patings were already encircling me. Funny pating volunteered to take me home.

I think I may have acquired pating instincts from hanging out with too much patings. Too darn aggressive that it scares other lesser patings away. I probably should act like...what do sharks eat... tuna? Or maybe like a slab of meat? Steak, anyone?

After subscribing to David D's newsletters, it finally dawned on me that I REALLY DON'T NEED TO DO ANYTHING!!! As it is, ignoring men and being my gregarious self actually attract a lot of them. *slams head on the table*

Geez, where was I brought up anyway? Kink_gurl's School for the Amazons? Where Women learn the Art of Hunting and Preying? Damn! The school is so effective I kill the interesting patings! Gedemit!

But the seaweed do not interest me at all and there's a lot of them! God forbid!

Boobs

2005-11-13T04:02:00.000+08:00

Don't ask me but there are times us, women, do tend to complain too much. Too fat. Boobs too big. I, for one, have this bouts of complaining about not finding men whom I am attracted to. Hehe

Therefore, I am not an exception to my race. It's a favorite past time, I guess, especially for us women. We feel like we're this darn primadonna who is God's gift to men and we don't have an ounce of flaw in our body. That we should be perfect! So in the end, we tend to be too harsh on ourselves.

I used to be harsh on myself. That is, until I learned that the world reflects how I see it. Meaning, "if I give it shit, it gives me back shit"! As simple as that. My moods affect the way I see my world. The way I see my world, affects the way I see it.

So it naturally behooves me when I read something from somebody of the same tribe as I am who starts to criticize her own body. Why do some women problematize too much about their boobs, I ask myself?

I HAVE BIG BOOBS!!! They are 34 Cup Ds! And I never had issues about men not respecting me or my body. Or maybe I'm just lucky?

Oh sure, it has been the butt of some jokes. Eh sa MALAKI naman talaga eh!!! The more you become defensive about it, the more they'd gang up on it. But if you've already accepted boobs as part of your body, it really does not matter. Joey Triviani of Friends once said that women are so lucky they've got boobs, "All they have to do is look down and it's there."

Men would of course be eternally fascinated with women's boobs because they are flat-chested! It's the eternal longing for something that you don't have. Maybe if men started growing boobs, they would have nothing else to do all day but to fondle it. At least for the first few days until they get used to it.

They don't have boobs but it occupies about 80% of their brains. Look at what they do with their penises! So maybe it's a good thing they don't have bigger boobs, that way they still get most of their work done.

Besides, how can you distiguish the males from the females if everybody has bumps on the chest? Do we start touching even mere acquaintances below their belts? Oopsie! Got bumps, you're male! It's flat! You're female. So, thank God for boobs!<

I never had problems with respect just because my boobs are big. Sure, it can be the main focal point of attention for some. But I have great legs so they could look at that too! I have a great personality so they quit staring at my chest. And it probably helps that I have an interesting face.

A friend of mine mentioned that when men look at a woman in bikini, it's not just the boobs that makes her attractive. It's more the aura of self-confidence that she exudes. And according to him, that's what they find sexiest in a woman.

Therefore, confidence on a woman is even better than boobs.

Double Your Dating by David DeAngelo

2005-10-18T00:55:00.000+08:00

Oh! Lookie!!! I just found the "other team's" rulebook.

I knew it!!! I don't know why it took me this long to figure it out --- men do not need us women to find their balls! One must let them grow their own balls first before they even show it to any of us. *LOL*

Women should really be their old goddess selves. Have a life and ignore, that's the way it should be. Therefore, from now on... just sit on the throne and watch these men ruffle their feathers. And when one finds someone unworthy just exclaim, "Off with his head. NEXT!!!" *look at fingernails and then yawn*

And from the looks of it, eveyone can pick out a tip or two from here...Click here to take the quiz.

Engrish.com

2005-10-13T02:18:00.000+08:00

No wonder everybody's going that way.

This lawn's got issues.

Shall We Dance?

2005-10-09T02:12:00.000+08:00

If you've seen the movie, Shall We Dance, you'll remember this quote made by Jennifer Lopez's character named Paulina:

"The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you're going to have your way with her right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she's ruined you for life."

I don't know what to do with that quote yet or what story I can do with that quote as applied to my life so I'm just parking it here. But, God! How I wish a man can do that to me on the dancefloor. Throw me back like he's going to have his way right there and then.

Hah! That'll be the day.

Getting Oral Care

2005-10-07T04:45:00.000+08:00

A tiny shrimp fearlessly enters the mouth of a fish to clean its teeth. Fish value this service as the shrimp removes and eats harmful parasites. (©Jim Greenfield)

Kink says: Pretty cool! If I were a fish in my next life, I'd trust a shrimp to clean my teeth for me. Makes me wonder if they get eaten afterwards . But what's the use of having your teeth cleaned when you get to eat the one cleaning it?! Ugh! I guess the shrimp would have to make sure I'm not the kind of fish who'll eat her alive.

So now we know why shrimps are so tasty! They're basically composed of dead harmful parasites from fish teeth!! *chomp chomp chomp chomp*

Muy Caliente

2005-09-29T03:45:00.000+08:00

Now this is rather unusual...

...Oh! I forgot!!! Nothing's normal when I'm around.

After close to a year of hibernation, I am back at Powerdance! Woohoo!! Dancing again. *happy feeling*

Aside from that, I've finally tinkered with my clarinet again. Yeah, blowing my head off. I'm back to my pastel-drawings which look more like a study in colors but what the heck. And last Saturday I was with river-trekking on the outskirts of Clark, Pampanga passing by this hanging bridge that looked like it came out from a Lito Lapid movie. Or for those who are not in the Philippines, try watching one of them Indiana Jones movie and you'll know what I mean.

Too many hobbies 'no? Years and years of nothing to do, I guess. And yes, this does happen if you do not have a lovelife. You don't get much lovin but you enjoy life. Not a universal truth but it does happen. hehehe

Back to Powerdance.

Well, what do you expect? After about a year or almost close to it of non-strenous activities, meaning, NOT DANCING! I was close to dying trying to breathe. Thoughts of, "Please God, don't make me die!" did cross my mind ten minutes after they started Jazz 1. And I had to remind myself to smile just so I don't look stupid reminding myself not to die.

And I used to join their Pro-Jazz class. So how come I'm dying with Jazz 1? Kahiya!!! :LOL:

Oh well... I think I managed to look good on the dance floor. Maybe I was lucky I knew basically most of the steps.

A few minutes after the class, right after I changed back into my street clothes, my body starts to itch. Most parts of my body, especially my arms, hands, ankles, and my chest area was turning red! Red and itchy!

An allergic reaction to something. WHAT...?

It couldn't be something I ate. Last meal I had was four hours ago.

So you mean exercise is bad for me now?! Hold it... the five hour trek last Saturday didn't give me this reaction.

After downing three cold beers, which, by the way helped because my hands were no longer red and swollen after the 2nd bottle. I came up with two theories where my allergies are coming from: 1) could be the sweat or 2) could be body heat.

Wow!! Either my sweat is lethal and is killing me slowly or I'm THAT hot?!!

Lessons in Marketing

2005-08-18T17:55:00.000+08:00

Kink says: I've been looking for this forwarded email since 2002. And yes, I am definitely a SPAMMER!!! Watch out, I'll be on the roof one of these days... :LOL:

You see a handsome guy at a party.
You go up to him and say, "I'm fantastic in bed."

- That's Direct Marketing.

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy.
One of your friends goes up to him and pointing at you says,
"She's fantastic in bed."

- That's Advertising.

You see a handsome guy at a party.
You go up to him and get his telephone number.
The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed."

- That's Telemarketing.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy.
You get up and straighten your dress.
You walk up to him and pour him a drink.
You say, "May I," and reach up to straighten his tie
brushing yourself slightly against his arm, and then say,
"By the way, I'm fantastic in bed."

- That's Public Relations.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy.
He walks up to you and says,
"I hear you're fantastic in bed."

- That's Brand Recognition.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy.
You talk him into going home with your friend.

- That's a Sales Rep.

Your friend can't satisfy him so he calls you.

- That's Tech Support.

You're on your way to a party when you realize that there
could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing.
So you climb onto the roof of one situated toward the center
and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!"

- That's Spam.

Naughty or Nice?

2005-08-04T17:22:00.000+08:00

If one of my kids had this look on her face and calmly told me, "No, mom, I didn't set the school on fire."

Would you believe her? hehehehe

Kink (c)HUNK #3: Brad Pitt

2005-08-02T06:37:00.000+08:00

A week ago, I was finally able to watch TROY on VCD. Brad Pitt had been my crush since I was eighteen, eversince he made that grand debut with Legends of the Fall. And after watching Troy, my lust after this guy has been rekindled.

I just love his legs. Yeah, yeah... he's got a nice torso but I'm a leg woman.

I just love that prime cut from hip to buttocks area whenever the camera shoots him half-naked in the movie. (Although in this picture, his calves and heel don't look so badly shaped either and from the looks of it, he's got yummy feet, too!) It made me think if his naked pictures were still available on the Internet. News of this came out way back in 1995, I think, when he and his then girlfriend, Gwyneth Paltrow, was caught romping around naked in some Carribean getaway. The guy's an exhibitionist, what else can I say? hehehe My kind of man, comfortable in his own skin. *wink wink at Brad*

Like an answered prayer I saw this thread re-surface on highfiber that eventually led me to the site which featured him *ehem* in all his splendor. I've developed a new hobby because of the recent developments--- "bird watching".

He reminds me of the sculpture called "David". There's one by Michelangelo and another one by Donatello. But more the version of Michelangelo comes to my mind.

*YuM* Such a fine specimen of a man.

Now I'm wondering, is he finally single?!!

Marry me, Brad. :ROFL:

Kink Likes: On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God

2005-07-20T05:39:00.000+08:00

Admittedly, I bought it because of the title.

If you want to know more about the book or the author, click on the links.

They say it's a teen book? Hehehe Maybe. Maybe not. It's a teen book written by an adult. And if you're adult enough, you'll definitely go snickering on some of the hidden sexual innuendos. That is, IF you "get it".

I wish I had the same attitude as Georgia way back when I was fourteen. I could've been the "Crush ng Bayan" in every exclusive for boys school here in Manila. Not only that, I could've left a long trail of broken hearts behind me. Instead, I chose to find myself first before indulging in Sex God hunting. *snickers*

It was only of recent days that I found out how wield my "goddess powers". And yes, I want to be the girlfriend of a Sex God, too!!!

Yes, yes, yes, ohhhh yesss!!! I hope I get to snog one soon or else my lips may end puckering too much from snogging withdrawal. *LOL*

For a book chronicling an angst-ridden teenager's life, this book's really funny. Fabbity fab fab!

Kink Likes: Why Men Love Bitches

2005-07-18T02:07:00.000+08:00

What I'm currently reading

A few days ago I found this book at Powerbooks, "Why Men Love Bitches" by Sherry Argov. I can't seem to remember when I found this book on the internet but one way or the other the title just tuck inside my head that I had to copy and save the image and keep it in my jpeg files.

Currently at page 201 of the book. And as I was reading into it, I find myself exclaiming, "Damn! This book was made for me."

I have had problems hooking myself to a man I can call my own for the longest time. Some people tell me that I'm too independent or that I came in too strong or that I know how to speak my mind or that I have too much of a personality. Yeah, yeah... I would have to admit that there a lot of insecure men out there. And yes, I regret even dating them. Well, you know some of my stories. So, most of the time, I think I've had this problem of trying to tone myself down (which is quite not like the usual me) and be nice (which is what I really am) then later on if they don't behave, tell them what I think about him and leave.

Then they all run after me. Cool 'no?

"Why Men Love Bitches is a relationship guide for women who are "too nice." The word bitch in the title does not take itself too seriously---I'm using the word in a tongue-in-cheek way representative of the humorous tone of this book."

I don't have problems calling myself a bitch. In fact, one favorite site of mine made me Bitch of the Year for 2004!!! hehehe I liked my avatar so much that I even dyed a portion of my hair red. It was a dream come true since I've always wanted to dye my hair an unusual color "Kulay kung kulay!!! Pula kung pula!

"So why do men love bitches? An important distinction should be made between the pejorative way the word is usually used, and the way it is used in this book. Certainly, I'm not recommending that a woman have an abrasive disposition. The bitch I'm talking about is not the "bitch on wheels" or the mean-spirited Joan Collins played on Dynasty. Nor is it the classic "office bitch" who is hated by everyone at work.

The woman I'm describing is kind yet strong."

Plus the fact that I've been dealing with a recent client of ours too nicely that I just had to bend a little and be nice to them even when they practically call me everyday and almost every four hours every day just to follow up on something. And I thought, "I'll be nice to them. Just so I don't have to kiss their ass later on when I'm out to pick up the check."

But last Sunday when she kept on insisting that we were at fault and not them that really blew up my fuse. So I gave her a piece of my mind and told her not to blame my technical team for their incompetencies. She raised her voice and I raised my voice even higher. And I was standing on my chair while I was talking to her on my cell phone. In the end, she had to hang up and reasoned out that she had to think things over. Then when she called me back, she had a calmer voice. When I'm pissed off and I know I'm right, "Giyera kung giyera!!"

Hehehe I'm a natural!

"She has a strength that is ever so subtle. She doesn't give up her life and she won't chase a man. She won't let a man think he has 100 percent "hold" on her. And she'll stand up ofr herself whe he steps over the line."

Yeah...yeah. I could be guilty of this, you know. I think I was made to believe that because of women's lib, women can now make the first move. NOT!! There are actually subtler ways to make men dance to your tune without even doing anything. hehehe So why waste your time running after them?

Still, I have yet to find a girl na friend who doesn't lose her head when a boyfriend steps into the picture. Almost every girl I know would have to ask to a guy's approval before they can decide whether they can take a sport or not or do this or that. I know lots of them.

A woman who has a mind of her own is still a rare find.

"In the chapters that follow, you'll find one message coming through loud and clear: Success in love isn't about looks; it's attitude."

Now we partially know why I'm not too successful in the love department. It's not about the lacking in looks department. I think I just got too much attitude. And that's a good thing when you're dancing. Or maybe not? Oh well.. time to adjust it. More balance, please.

"The media would have us believe differently. A teenage girl picks up a magazine and reads: "Get that boy's attention" with an iter of clothing, or a certain look. "This nail color or lipstick will wow him," the magazine assures her. And what does the girl learn? How to obsess over someone else's approval."

This is why I never subscribe to Beauty MAgazines. hehehe They make you feel ugly.

"Then there is the issue of how the media treats aging. The teenage woman evolves into a twenty-something woman with confidence, and the media bombards her with negative images of aging. The message here is: "Two wrinkles and a stretch mard, and she's "marked down" like last season's merchandise that's sold at half a price. And what does she learn? How to obsess over someone else's disapproval."

A month ago I celebrated my birthday. Close to the day of my birthday, I was of course feeling my age and was feeling a little glum about it. Then I started thinking these thoughts aren't helping me feel better about me so change it! Like come to think about it, I'm bolder, I'm hotter, and much more desirable as I got older compared to when I was younger--I didn't know half what I was doing or where I was going. And definitely, it's not true that women lose their value as they grow older. In my experience, I knew what I wanted as I got older. Attitude...attitude! hehehe

And the writer adds on at the introduction...

"So what's the message of this book? It's that a bit of irreverence is necessary to have any self-esteem at all. Not irreverence to people, but rather, for what other people think. The bitch is an empowered woman who derives tremendous strength from the ability to be an independent thinker, particularly in a world that still teaches women how to be self-abnegating. This woman doesn't live someone else's standards, only her own.

This is the woman who play by her own rules, who has a feeling of confidence, freedom, and empowerment. And it's this feeling that I hope women will glean from reading this book."

Yeah, I like this book. Made me feel good about me! Well... that's just me, it's not a universal truth that everybody has to like it.

"The bitchy women who are so love by men give off a devil-may-care quality and, yes, have that "edge" This is that same edge, coincidentally, that men say they find so magnetic. The difference is this woman isn't looking for it outside herself; it is a special quality she carries within."

Enough said. Just like no man is the end all and be all of any woman's existence. A bitch is this woman who'll say it right into your face, "This is me. Deal with it." If not, she walks away.

So I say to myself... It's about time I stop apologizing for being who I am.

Dyed and went RED

2005-07-12T23:53:00.000+08:00

Dyed and went RED!!!

My red hair started out as a manifestation of the rage within me...

That later turned out to be another fashion statement.

Can you blame me if red is my color??!!

I love red. It's life. It's rage. It's passion.

The Definition of A Winner

2005-06-14T03:48:00.000+08:00

Kink Comment:Since I'm a lazy gurl who can't seem to think of what to write right now. A few words of encouragement from myself to me (hehehe). I AM A WINNER!!! Here's why:

1. Winners take chances. Like everyone else, they fear failing, but they refuse to let fear take control.

2. Winners don't give up. When exercise and healthy eating seem to be a hassle, they hang in until the spark returns.

3. Winners are flexible. They realize there is more than one way to do things and are willing to try others.

4. Winners know they aren't perfect. They respect their weaknesses while making the most of their strengths.

5. Winners fall but they don't stay down. They stubbornly refuse to let a fall keep them from climbing.

6. Winners don't blame fate for their failures, nor luck for their successes. Winners accept responsibility for their lives.

7. Winners are positive thinkers who see good in all things. From the ordinary, they make the extraordinary.

8. Winners believe in the path they have chosen even when it's hard; even when others can't see where they're going.

9. Winners are patient. They know a goal is only as worthy as the effort that is required to achieve it.

10. Winners are people that believe in themselves. They make this world a better place to be.

Adapted from The Definition Of A Winner
--Author Unknown

SUSTAINABLE CHAOS by Richard Kadrey

2005-05-22T02:31:00.000+08:00

SUSTAINABLE CHAOS:The Art of Getting Danger, Beauty and Madness back into Your Life by Richard Kadrey

Intro: The Joy of Utter Chaos

I used to be a full-time freelance writer. Now, I have my first job in 12 years and it's reminded me of one of life's little secrets: Work is easy. Life is hard.

When I say life, I mean a good life. A life you want to wake up to. A life that contains the two most overlooked basics of existence: Danger and Beauty.

Sustainable Chaos is what I call putting creative randomness and excitement back into a life that's on the edge of becoming Dangerously Adult and Serious. Beauty and Danger can be the cure for this syndrome.

When I say Danger, I don't necessarily mean activities that break your bones or leaves you with enough scar tissue to carve bookends (but I'm not against physical danger, either). The kind of danger that's essential, however, is the kind that comes wrapped around a surprise. The kind of danger you feel when you don't know what 's coming next. You used to feel this way all the time when you were young. Remember? It was exciting. It meant you were on the edge of an adventure.

Beauty I don't need to explain or justify. Beauty is its own reward. But it can come in unexpected shapes. Flowers and great paintings are beautiful, but so are mad things. Active volcanoes spewing lava are beautiful. Abandoned factories can be beautiful. The cracked floor of a desert basin. The bleached bones of a long-dead steer.

Beauty and danger go together. this book contains simple ideas and suggestions on how to inject creative chaos into your life, while still keeping a regular, ordered life intact.

Be bold. Seek out danger and beauty. Embrace chaos. Be reckless with your desires and your dreams. Would you rather end up on your deathbed and realize that you should have gone to India?

You probably have a vacation coming up. I hear Bangalore is great this time of year.-RK

Adopt a persona and write your lover letters as that character. Invent adventures and mysterious travels. Send postcards and souvenirs you find in flea markets and antique shops.

Encourage your lover to adopt a persona of his or her own.

Create art-small subtle pieces or absurd large ones-and leave them in public spaces to be discovered. Hang them like Christmas ornaments from trees in the park. Tape them to bus shelter kiosks. Tack them up on bulletin boards in Laundromats. Leave art in train and bus stations.

Cultivate decadence. Drink to excess. Eat well. Take Ecstasy with a beautiful stranger. Do not do these things every day. That's a habit, not decadence.

On the weekend, trade errands with a friend whose life resembles you're the least. Attend parties as them. Let them attend parties as you.

In Paris in the 30s, the Surrealists played this game: While still in Paris, they'd go for long walks using a map of another city, such as Berlin, just to see where they'd end up. Do this in your town. Use a map of a you've never been to, but want to visit. Katmandu. Moscow. Paris. Any map will do.

Remember the persona you created so that you could write exotic letters? Don't stop at letters. Check into a hotel and stay in character for a weekend. Go on a date and seduce your lover while in character.

Go out with a friend as your new persona. Dress appropriately. Speak as your persona would. If the persona is foreign, speak their language or invent a language of your own and use it. Make your companion translate for you.

Change your appearance in a way that makes you uncomfortable. Dye your hair. Wear colors you'd never wear. Do you wear penny loafers or high heel pumps? To go a Harley shop and buy the biggest bike boots you can deal with. If you work in a junkyard, wear a suit to work. If you usually wear suit, wear leathers.

Get a group of friends and make guerilla raids on all night ATM kiosks (or other semi-public spaces). Stage raves for only one or two songs. Bring a DJ. Bring lights. Take over the space! Then split before the cops get there and stage another micro-rave across town.

Get some heavy boots, gloves and a good flashlight. Explore forbidden public spaces. Subway tunnels. Skyscraper roofs. Train yards. Abandoned warehouses. For inspiration and tips, check out www.infiltration.org.

Part of the point of religion is to give us rituals to mark the passage of the year. Invent your own rituals. A picnic at midnight on the solstice. Fireworks on the day of the first frost. Eating nothing but candy every February 29th. Go to the desert and dress like a clown on Elvis' birthday.

Travel widely and randomly.

Go some place new. An unknown city or country. Choose the place irrationally. Throw a dart at a map.
Train your cat to jump on a globe. Do not study or read about the place until you get there.

Visit a live volcano. Nothing will wake up your sense more than knowing that you're walking on rock that was bubbling lava just two hours earlier.

Create theme parties. Friends and I invented the Emotional Outburst Party. The theme of the party is every lousy break-up and lovers' spat you ever had. The main activity at the party is being ridiculous, playing games badly and staging fights. The fights always end with both people throwing drinks and food at each other. Feel free to scream "Asshole!" or "Bitch!" at each other. It just adds to the faux drama.

Of course, we also encourage tearful reconciliation and random making-out. You need to stage this party somewhere that you can hose down the next day.

This one usually requires a small group: choose a friend on her birthday kidnap her and take her somewhere they've always wanted to go. If they're straight arrow, take them to a Rave or a strip club. If they're party animals, take them to an ossuary or some isolated wilderness and introduce them to silence.

A variation on this idea is to stage a UFO abduction. The kidnappers will need matching jumpsuits and masks. OR, lacking that, tin foil antennae and hatching sunglasses.

Make your own piñatas. Give them the faces of personal enemies or public figures. The boss who fired you. the lover who dumped you for your best friend. Jesse Helms. Madonna.

Bring the piñata to a party and let people beat the thing to death. Don't forget to fill the piñata first. Be creative. Candy is a good choice, but if you think a politician is on the take, fill the piñata with chocolate coins and play money.

When you're at a toll plaza, pay the tolls of the next 10 people behind you.

If you're single, write a personal ad. But not a regular ad. Display your personality. Make it arch and uncompromising. Reveal yourself. Don't just list your favorite movies.

"I love girls with green hair who carry razors in their boots. I don't want to take you to the movies. I want to break into warehouses and dance the meringue among the broken industrial equipment..."

Find an abandoned car. Each day as you pass to, decorate it. Toss flowers inside. Stick your favorite pictures under the windshield wipers. Glue junk shop Barbies to the roof. Remind your neighbors that anything can be art.

Attend a sex party or go to a sex club (there are listings in your local paper or on the web). If you don't have a partner, bring a friend. If you live in a city, these parties aren't hard to find. Maybe it will change your life. maybe not. It's as important to know who you aren't as who you are.

Traditionally, birthdays last one day. This is a rip-off. Plan your own birthday party, make it utterly yours. Spread different celebrations over a week. It's your birthday. Claim it as your own. Be mad. Be unreasonable. That doesn't mean be a jerk. It means be creative!

Invent ethnic foods for non-existent groups. Invite friends over for a dinner of your imaginary recipes.

Flirt. Cultivate crushes. Send flowers. Write love letters. Buy your crushes small gifts. Nothing too big. The idea is to be charming, not creepy.

Tell all your sexual secrets to someone you trust. What you've done. What you want to do. The moment you say these things out loud, they are less intimidating. And you'll find that they're easier to make real than you first imagined.

If you don't have any mad sexual secrets, invent some. Steal them from books, movies or songs. The sexual lies you tell will be as revealing as the truths.

We all need to be reminded that we're alive sometimes. A way to do this is to put yourself in physical danger. Skydive. Bungie jump. Go to a shooting range. Learn to kickbox.

Take a trip, but take nothing with you. Find what you need when you get there.

Collect old technology, knives and/ or animal bones. Decorate with meat hooks and barbed wire, heavy velvets and lace. Leave Christmas lights up all year. Collect safety glass from the street. Smashed glass looks like diamonds when you pile them in big bowls.

Buy some used luggage from Goodwill. Fill the bags with toys, candy, flowers, animal bones and found photos. Abandon luggage in airport carousels or bus stations. Imagine the people who will find it.

Get tattooed. Make the commitment. Endure the pain.

Forget Disney Land and Paris. Vacation at freak sites. The Corn Palace in South Dakota. The Garden of Eden in Kansas. Take a road trip down Route 66. Visit an alligator farm.

Camp in the desert or deep woods. Bring tuxedoes and evening gowns. Eat your meals this way. If you can't leave the city, wear your tux and gown to the beach and have a catered dinner there. Better yet, an abandoned warehouse. Find out if your city sponsors tours of the sewer system. Make it a formal affair.

Use your computer to create fake traffic tickets. In place of the violations fill the ticket with poetry or a very short story. Leave them on cars at night.

Read underground zines. Read crank literature and conspiracy theories. Invent your own and publish them.

Create an art movement. Stage your own shows. Write a manifesto. Attack other artists and movements. Encourage them to attack you.

Go to Burning Man, a mad art and anarchy festival in the desert. Learn more at www.burningman.com.

Crash parties boldly. Tell people you're with "Bill."

Make art recklessly. Give it to your friends. Exhibit it in little coffeehouses and tiny galleries. Send it to little independent and underground zines. It's easier to get published, to become an artist, than you think.

Travel by train. Don't fly. Don't endure travel. Embrace the act of travel as part of the experience.

Do what you love, but do it slower. Make meals and window-shopping last for hours.

Steal other cultures' holidays and celebrations. Have High Teas. Celebrate Revellon. Release floating candles to appease the Hungry Ghosts.

Learn a useless skill. Taxidermy. Ice sculpture. Blimp piloting.

Take up an instrument, but play it incorrectly. Find brand new sounds in a guitar or an organ or a didgeridoo. People will want you to play in their bands. Your sound will be all your own.

Invent rumors, superstitions and old wives tales.

"Never eat vegetables from a murderer's garden."
"Never step into a bird's shadow."
"Bathing on a Sunday brings good luck, showering bad luck."

Listen. To 78s. To traffic noise. To the wind. Put your ear to the wall of a parking garage. Listen to the ambient sounds coming through the walls. Listen to the subtle sounds in the cacophony of buses, jets and industrial air conditioners.

Give mad gifts for no reason.

Create a mix tape or CD for your funeral. Update it as needed.

Collect abandoned Christmas trees during the first week of January. Get as many as you can. Get your friends to help. Take them to the beach or the desert and have a bonfire. Sure, it's probably illegal but it smells great.

Hide packets of flower seeds in your hand when in the park. Drop the seeds along the paths.

If you're more ambitious, spell out words in the seeds, knowing that your message won't be seen for months.

Keep a dream journal. Learn lucid dreaming. Fly in your dreams.

Barter weirdly. Wine for plants. Drugs for out-of-date maps. A dream journal for old love letters.

Put notes in bottles. Confessions. Tall tales. Love letters. Release them into rivers and the ocean.

If you have a DVD player, set the audio for a language you don't understand. Watch the Wizard of Oz in French. Star Wars in Japanese. Casablanca in Spanish.

Read comics. They'll remind you of your younger self, when you were less self-conscious. And the best comics are fine things. They walk a strange line between literature and film.

Buy old wallets at Goodwill. Fill them with art, love poems, quotes form your favorite book, found photos, toys and candy. Drop them all over your town for people to find. You can extend this idea by including a party invitation in the wallet. Take over a warehouse space, invite your friends and let in anyone with a found wallet.

Throw a party, but don't attend. Have a nice dinner somewhere else while your friends party in your honor. Hide a videocam somewhere in your apartment to record the proceedings.

A variation is to go to an internet cafe and attend your party via a webcam. Pretend you're the Wizard of Oz and order people around. Don't forget to leave your computer on and in a prominent place, so people will notice when you dial in.

When stuck at the airport, have yourself paged by people with famous or ridiculous names. Ivana Hugandkiss. Nelson Mandela. I.P. Freely. Steven Spielberg.

Go to a toy store and buy one of those microphones that makes your voice sound like a robot. Call friends and claim to be Stephen Hawking. Order pizza that way. Try phone sex.

Go to an expensive restaurant, but bring your own plates and cutlery, preferably a complete Hello Kitty dinner set.

Dress in a single color every day for a week. Everything should match, from underwear to shirt to coat. At the end of a week, everything you wear should be a different color.

A variation on this is to buy two weeks worth of the same clothes. Wear them until people around you start looking at you funny.

Declare your home a sovereign nation. Invent a flag and a national anthem, preferably something up-tempo and with a lot of made-up words (feel free to invent your own language; keep it simple; use the Smurf Rule and simply insert made-up words in the place of random nouns and verbs).

Send a letter of secession to your local paper. Invent a national dress. Nehru jackets and leiderhosen. Tuxedos and hip-waders.

Bring one of those Deli number dispensers to work. Don't answer anyone's questions until they take a number.

The text screens on most current cell phones will hold just enough characters to complete a haiku. Send someone a poetic text message.

Cut all the eyes out of the photos in your magazines at home. When people ask about this, tell them that you don't like how "The spirits in the paper stare at you."

Whenever someone calls you at home with a survey, start giving them your own survey. Perhaps the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory, a sort of personality survey often given to people to diagnose mental illness. You can find copies of it on the web.

Buy a second-hand pair of pants at least three sizes too big. Stuff the pants with packing material or foam to fill them out. Ask everyone you meet, "Do these pants make my ass look fat?"

If you take public transportation to work, carry a TV remote with you. hold it up to your ear and talk into it. Say angrily, "These damned cell phones never work!"

Become an urban archaeologist. Explore the ruined warehouse, peers and abandoned buildings or farms where you live. Buy a camera and document what you find.

At work, cover your desk with foam padding. Explain to people that you're getting ready for "the big one."

Get rid of all the regular lighting in your home. Light everything with lava lamps.

Write a book like this.

Samsung Means To Come

2005-05-10T03:08:00.000+08:00

Turn up your volume and start reading. It might make you come back for more... and more...and more... I WANT MY SAMSUNG Click here why!!!! hehehe

Forgive me if I go wild and dance...

2005-04-30T04:16:00.000+08:00

I just love dancing. I really do. It's the most fun thing to do when you think you're drunk but you're really not. Hehe It's the most fun you can do when you just can't resist the beat of the drums. Most especially if it's latin beat, as it is with my case. It's the most fun thing to do when you haven't had your shot of Powerdance's jazz since 1st week of November 2004 (and still counting).

I luuuvvv dancing---even if it doesn't love me the way I love it. Kahit na walang hilig pagsasayaw sa akin, wala akong pakialam! I just love to dance.

I dance when I'm happy. I dance when I'm sad. I dance whenever I need to forget a guy. I dance when I just found a new guy. I dance when I'm fat. I dance when I need a workout. I danced my way to lose more than twenty pounds. I dance to MTV's music video. I dance when there's a good tune playing on the radio. I dance, dance, dance.

I love it. I find ways just to get my dance fix in powerdance. Even if I haven't got the money. Even if my teacher thinks I'm plain hopeless and can't dance. I just dance.

That was what happened tonight. Remember that gallery cum bar cum band place I told you about? A very good band who goes by the name of "Spy" was there last night. I was on the sidelines, drinking my beer and enjoying the music. I was wearing my "this-skirt-that-was-meant-for-me".

Segue... short story about that skirt. I saw it two weeks ago at Robinson's Place Manila. I just loved the way it looks. Like the skirt belly dancers wear---low-waist, flimsy, and moves with the wind. I just bought it two days ago. When I went to that same store, out of the 20 or so stock that they had, only five were left. Lucky me, it included the same skirt I so wanted to have.

Back to present time. So I was back in that old place. There was good music. Great beat! And everybody's just sitting there! How can anybody just sit there and not dance?, I asked myself. Good music does not deserve that. So I danced like I never danced for the past five months!!! Hehe ... and still counting.

I felt free. I felt wild. It felt like I unleashed some wild woman within me. I felt like I was doing something that I genuinely love to do. *excuse me if I get all teary eyed because of too much joy* Soon, people started dancing afterwards.

I dunno know how these thing go... Do perfoming artists feel like they've been genuinely appreciated when someone starts to dance in front of them? Some of them were thanking me afterwards.

No need to thank me for dancing, the pleasure was all mine.

I just live to dance. I don't care if I won't do it professionally. I just love to dance. I work so I can dance. I save money just so I could at least have once a month Jazz 1 classes at Powerdance. *sigH*

It's my passion. And it will always be a part of me. *excuse me if I get all teary-eyed again*

"...There's such a thing as trying too hard...
You've got to sing like you don't need the money-
Love like you'll never get hurt-
You've got to dance like nobody's watching-
It's gotta come from the heart if you want it to work." ---Come from the Heart, Words and Music by Susanna Clark and Richard Leigh

And whether it be dancing or writing or running an IT company... everything just comes from my heart. I love my life. *excuse if I get teary-eyed once again*

Whoever's reading this, I hope you find your passion. Something that doesn't need the money but something that'll make you happy (even without the love or the money you get in return). I dance for the fun of it. Just like I work for the fun of it. So forgive me if I go wild and do the things I love to do...

JLOrious Sleep

2005-04-23T03:45:00.000+08:00

J Lo's rumpled look.

Ahh yes... what I would term as "the rumpled look." The kind of look that makes you think if she's moussed up to look like she just woke up for the camera or if she's been sexed up and down before they took that shot. One of my dream poses, mind you. *pose*

They say that in order to find out if a woman is truly beautiful you got to see her: 1)when she's bald and looks good in it; 2)when she's pregnant and looks good naked; 3)when she just woke up and is devoid of any clothes or make-up.

I haven't gone bald. I haven't been pregnant. But I sleep almost everyday!

I luvvv my bed. I luvvv sleeping. I luvvv them sheets on my skin.

Hehe Whatta glorious morning! After two weeks of sleepless nights, I feel I could sleep all week. *yawn*

Stacy's Mom

2005-03-28T02:22:00.000+08:00

Stacy's Mom has got it goin' on...

This is Rachel Hunter. She was the "mom" featured for the MTV of Stacy's Mom by Fountains Of Wayne. I got this pic from highfiber. Where else? A couple of weeks ago, I saw her very hot, hot, hot music video for the nth time. As usual my brain was working overtime and I wondered, "What if I named one of my daughters as 'Anastasia' and give her the nick Stacy."

:LOL: My kid's gonna hate me!

Oh my God! I'm also Stacy's mom!!

And like in the video, maybe I can also put a fireman's pole on my dining table?

The Essence of Kink

2005-03-17T02:42:00.000+08:00

Two Sundays ago, I passed by this small bar cum gallery cum band place near E.Rodriguez where most of my artist friends hang out. The owner of the small place is my friend, even the bartender knows me. I go there probably once a quarter or once a month.

I was wearing my loose jeans and a boyish, non-form hugging polo shirt. Of all the days I had to wear my more masculine clothes along came this cute guy and sits across me. And yes, deep inside I was cursing myself for wearing those clothes. Bartender friend introduces him to me. I decided maybe I can use my charms and flirt with him. So i used the textbook technique on flirting---make eye contact, smile, flip you hair, expose the nape while I was talking to him.

After buying myself two san mig light beers...He buys me three more drinks and insists he buys them for me. Before he left the place, he came over to where I am, akala ko bebeso but instead planted a kiss right smack on my lips then tells me, "I'll see you the next time you're here."

To which I replied, "That's probably a month or so from now." And in my mind I was probably wearing that same, stupid grin I am wearing on my face up until now while I am writing this!

I was waiting for him to ask for my number but he didn't. Waiting for him to do some "style bulok" thing but there was nothing! So, it's a good thing I didn't open my mouth when he kissed me. I was caught off guard and was taken by surprise to even think that I could open my mouth. But dang! I could've done that.

My theory: Maybe I have what is essential but it is invisible to the naked eye. :LOL:

I was wearing loose, non-form-hugging clothes for crying out loud! The only flesh showing were my arms, my face, and my neck.

AND YET! He liked me. *giggles*

Weird man!

People, Get A Life!!

2005-03-15T03:19:00.000+08:00

People, you have got to get yourselves a life!!! Stop waiting for my next entries, GO OUT...LIVE... GET A LIFE! Hahahaha

But really, I'm flattered. My heart's gonna burst! I love you all. My counter's been counting a lot of coming ins and outs and I don't even know everyone. All you stalkers get out of those hiding places! Sobrang dami niyo na!! lol

I'm too darn busy for the past few days that I can't seem to sit down and write something. All I do when I go online is check my email and chat on YM.

Yeah...that was what I was thinking... maybe I should just put my yahoo messenger chats here just to entertain you, folks!

And guess what?!! Been talking to that hunky dude tocayo of mine, Louie Oviedo, on y!m. *evil laugh* God! Gusto ko na siyang pakasalan!!! We just made a song together last Friday... ain't that sweet? harharhar He had the chords and he asked me to write a poem. I can't write a poem so I ended up writing him a story as to what I can see with the music he was playing. We just jive. At the end of the ym chat session may kanta na siya. Galing!

Kaso kelangan pang pahinugin sa puno at he's ten years younger than me! *faints* Now, I'm not saying he's too young for me but I don't wanna pop his cherry!!! And if I do pop his cherry, paki haluan ng vodka at sprite *lol*. (I hope to God he doesn't regularly read my blog). But, he's so darn adorable. Tapos napaka-sensible pang kausap. I can't imagine him to be that young. Wish ko talaga wala siyang galang sa mas nakakatanda at okay lang sa akin na balasubasin niya ako *guffaw*. Colorado, here I come!

Oh my God!!! I'm a Madonna in the making!**

**And I'm talking about Madonna, the singer. Let me clear that up to avoid blasphemy.

Alone on Vday

2005-02-14T07:46:00.000+08:00

I really should post something for Valentine's Day. Love makes the world go round! Or so they say. But, truth is, I'm always bitter on Valentine's day. It's one of those days I wish I can stay at home and die. Hehehe Then ressurect the next day feeling refreshed with a healthy, vigorous amount of optimism.

***

I swore six months ago that I would stop dating altogether. Am I feeling the bite? I did say I needed rest and some time off alone to align my chakras just so I could figure out my dharma in life. Yeah, yeah... to follow my golden mean and live a balanced life! What I found out: whether I want to date or not doesn't matter, some men would actually find a way just to be with me and spend some time in my company. Such trickery!

Oh well... I give up.

***

Such male trickery included...

...an invitation asking me for coffee 'cause he tells me he's within the vicinity. So I meet the guy for coffee. Then he comes along and asks if it's okay to grab a bite first before you get your coffee. Before I knew it, it's 10pm and he's taking me home.

...a missed call with his name on my cellphone. I ask him how he is and what was the call about. Next thing, he's begging me to go out with him just one last time. And if I have already a boyfriend... to bring the boyfriend with me. *LOL*

***

Now I wonder where are these men when you need them most? Hehehe I never did like celebrating with the multitude.

*sigh* More quiet time. What to do with my quiet time...?

***

Times like this, I wish I could spend all day in bed and cuddle with somebody cuddly. Cuddle like spoons in my lacy underwear and him in his boxer shorts, perhaps? Or both of us in our naked glory, I wouldn't mind. *grin*

I wish I have someone.

But I have no one.

I can settle with that.

The ones I find desirable do not want to be with me and the ones I don't like are the ones who find me desirable. Such is the law of the world for now. So I choose to be alone.

Maybe the world will change its mind and change the law but until then, I'll be content being alone.

But whoever said I can't celebrate Valentine's Day alone? Whoever said I can't be naked alone? *wink*

***

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!!

Anti-VD cards

2005-02-09T07:29:00.000+08:00

Yes, Valentine's Day Sucks...Finally! Thanks to Bitter-Muse I have a link to dozens of anti-VD cards.

Indulge Me

2005-02-05T05:23:00.001+08:00

I was walking around Megamall earlier and came across this wedding exhibit. I am not a great fan of weddings but I one of their samples did catch my attention. They were showing off their photography work of a Boracay wedding album. The slipdress design the bride was wearing caught my eye. I adore her dress! Right there it finally dawned on me my picture of my dream wedding. Hehehe

Just indulge me here since it's the first time I ever thought about the possibility that I might actually plan on being married. I like weddings but never to a point that I'd actually be in it!!

The Slipdress Gown from Vera Wang's Collection.

Anyways... with the help from my bestfriend, Kiko, I sort of found my dream gown on the net and what kind of hairstyle I might be "sporting" for the event. I feel so pretty just imagining it!!!

The Hair.

It's gonna be a small wedding with family and close friends. I thought maybe the Boracay wedding's just too expensive and too far away from Manila and the airport and my friends. So it's either a garden wedding/reception at Paco Park** or the UP Chapel*** then probably eat breakfast at a posh hotel or restaurant that serves good food afterwards.

Whatever. Indulge me.

All we need now is the groom. *LOL*

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** Something you might want to read about "The Mystery of Paco Park's Octagonal Cemetery"

***Little known facts about the UP Chapel: The church was designed by Leandro Locsin; the altar and crucifix sculpted by Napoleon Abueva; the floor mosaic, designed by Arturo Luz, and the Stations of the Cross by Vicente Manansala. In no other modern church in the Philippines are so much works by National Artists displayed.

IPorn: Because portable HDD technology is wasted on music!

2005-01-22T03:36:00.000+08:00

I gotta have one of these!! Hehe I might probably send it as a gift to those stalkers who aren't putting comments on my blog...

Thank Heavens for Little Girls

2005-01-19T14:21:00.000+08:00

Without them where would little boys be?

Disconnected Repairman

2005-01-18T03:11:00.000+08:00

On January 3, my phone broke down. No dial tone "again" just like last November.

Aarrrrgh!

I had to check my emails at a nearby internet cafe in the middle of the night sometimes. I still work as a hobby, you know. And I expect my emails from time to time. What's even harder is to open my blog full of half-naked people in an internet cafe that prohibits downloading of porn.

So after three days of waiting, I got myself a new telephone line from another telephone company. They installed my phone line two days after my application! And on a Saturday too!!! Talk about service!

So I had my other non-working telephone line disconnected last Friday. Lo and behold! Their repairman shows up on my door today!

He's a cutie!!! Did I mention that? Well... I did notice that the first time he fixed my connections last November. Now, makes me wonder if he did that intentionally so he could go back again and fix my line after two months. Nyahaha

Too bad that one's disconnected. I may have been tempted to keep it active just to give him an excuse to visit me every two months.

***

Before leaving he asked me, "Estudyante ka pa rin di ba?"

Makes me wonder why people ask me that question all the time. I graduated college in 1998, go figure. Maybe it's the state of my mind. Maybe I look confused as a student. It could also be the state of my mental state. I don't know. Looking young doesn't mean you're a student. I just don't want to admit to myself that I look youngish. hehe

So I told him, "Yes." *lightning came out of the sky and struck me*

Ok, so I lied.

I was afraid he might convince me to install DSL I don't even need.

Being On The Wrong Continent

2005-01-15T03:59:00.000+08:00

I believe I am standing on the wrong continent. Nevertheless, I do love the Philippines but it's just too darn hard to get a boyfriend down here. I think most Filipino men if not all (let's not generalize) are a little pretentious. Or some of them think that women as open-minded as I am are good as free rides. Now that's pathetic, don't you think?

Two days ago, I had another one of those phone calls with this guy whom I play football (or soccer) with. He used to fix me up on dates with his friends. I don't know what I said somewhere down the road that made him change his mind but right now everytime I talk to him, he's always mentioning sex. And how he want to have sex with me.

Ugh!

I'm trying to recall what I said to him but I just can't seem to remember the what and the how of this. One time we're friends then the next he's trying to crawl into my pants. Some friend he turned out to be.

And he wants scheduled sex. Ugh!

This guy had one of them mild strokes just a couple of years ago. He's in his early thirties but I think he's got hypertension in his genes that's why he got it at an early age. Part of his medication is a muscle relaxant prescription. Thus the need for a "schedule". *snort*

Like I'm desperate to be in bed with him...geez...give me a break.

He already mentioned that I'm not his type. I'm not his type but he wants to go to bed with me. He tells me that I'm too attractive, I might overshadow his presence. I'm too friendly and that he is more attracted to women who are more distant and aloof. Yet he wants to go to bed with me. I'm nice to look at but I'm not good enough to be his girl?! The nerve of this guy.

So I asked him that if he's that desperate to have sex with me he would have to start introducing me as his girlfriend for about three months and then we break up after that. I think that was simple enough.

Then he tells me, he's a free-spirit and that he doesn't want to be tied to an agreement. He wants me to have sex with him on schedule and he thinks he's a free-spirit???! I thought it was a joke but he sounded serious. Or maybe he thinks it's just cool to be branded as such but he doesn't understand the meaning of it.

This guy has major issues. I'm getting him out of my system for the meantime. Until he has gotten enough sense that I am not going to sleep with him ever.

Let's just say that my time is the right time---I'm always late and I'm bound to break off schedules. *lol*

***

The men around here take relationships too seriously. Or so I've noticed.

If I like a guy (which is very rare), I tell him I like him. If I want to spend some time with him then I spend time with him. If we choose to part ways then we part ways. Although there'll still be the part of "trying to work it out" before we part ways. I won't be scared to jump into a relationship. And I wouldn't be afraid to end it if it won't work. At least we tried. No harm in trying. No regrets.

For me, relatioships are there so you'll get to know the person a little more deeper than the average getting-to-know-you. And it's supposed to be fun. I don't know why relationships down here are teary-eyed and filled with hate. Too dramatic if you ask me. I hate it.

So stop giving a bunch of mamas boys who are too burned they don't even want to show you how much they care for you and how much they value you as a friend. I've met a handful of these in the past and for the most part of it I'm surprised that I was even attracted to some of them.

***

I watched the film "Love Actually" a few months back and I was hoping I can write something about it come Christmas season. The film was so Christmassy and was set somewhere in Great Britain. You get to see Hugh Grant doing Christmas carols and dancing to one of them Pointer Sisters tunes hehehe. My favorite line was that from the character called "Collin." One scene where he had this Eureka moment as to why he doesn't have a girlfriend in England goes something like...

Collin: I've just worked out why I cannot find true love.
Friend: Why is that?
Collin: English girls... they're stuck up you see. And I am primarily attracted to girls who are, you know, cooler, game for love like American girls. So I'll just go to America. I'll get a girlfriend there instantly! What do you think?
Friend: I think it's crap, Collin.
Collin: That's where you're wrong. American girls will see that I have a cute, British accent.
Friend: Collin, you don't have a British accent.
Collin: Yes, I do! I'm going to America!
Friend: Collin, you're a lonely, ugly arsaw. You must accept it!
Collin: Never! I am Collin, god of sex. I'm on the wrong continent, that's all.

And true enough, minutes after stepping on American soil, he meets three gorgeous women and got his fair share of group sex with all of them including their prettiest and sexiest roommate. That's the spirit!!!

I therefore conclude I'm on the wrong continent. And yes, I'm a goddess. So what am I doing dealing with mere mortals? *lol*

Kate's Bunny

2005-01-12T13:58:00.000+08:00

Who can blame the bunny?

Ok, ok... so sue me if I find it so funny I just had to lift this photo off highfiber.org hehehe. I'm sure they won't mind. But the bunny story's really hilarious: BECKINSALE FORCED TO GIVE MASTURBATING RABBIT AWAY

When Friends Become Lovers By Michele Hickford

2005-01-12T02:11:00.000+08:00

When Friends Become Lovers
By Michele Hickford
Source: Special for eDiets

The other day I read something in an email from a reader that struck me as very funny. It’s something I’ve heard over and over again, but for some reason, the significance finally hit me.

This lady said she knew a wonderful guy and really enjoyed being with him, they were growing closer and were attracted to each other, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to have sex with him because she didn’t want to "ruin the friendship."

RUIN the friendship.

Do you realize what she’s saying? What everyone who has ever said this is saying?

Growing closer and sharing love will RUIN a friendship. Finding a soul mate, with whom you can share your triumph, sadness, ups and downs will RUIN a friendship. Being intimate and committing yourself to another person will RUIN a friendship.

What does this say about how we view intimate relationships? A union that should really be the greatest friendship of all?

Well, I guess we don’t see our partners as friends, that’s for sure.

Friends are fun to be with. Friends are open and honest with us. They don’t lie, they tell us exactly how they feel. Friends understand we need time by ourselves sometimes, and if we don’t call, it doesn’t mean we’re still not friends -– we’re just doing something else. Our friends accept us as we are, and don’t compare us to old friends. We laugh about the time we had a disagreement. Or we just forget about it, but we certainly don’t remind each other about it every time we get cranky.

With our good friends, we can talk about ANYthing. Or we can just hang out together and not say a word. We don’t wish we could change our friends. We accept them as individuals, and like them just the way they are.

But as soon as a friendship becomes a relationship, oh my, all hell breaks loose.

We walk on eggshells. We can’t say what we think because we don’t want to hurt each other. We’re afraid to be honest about our feelings. We agonize if they don’t call every single day. We expect them to drop everything to be with us. To want to spend every moment with us.

To whom do we give the greater respect? Friends or lovers? I know what the answer seems to be, and what it SHOULD be.

When you "cross that line" into intimacy, your friendship should deepen and become stronger. Ideally, you are making a commitment to be intimate only with that one person.

You are saving that special part of your relationship for each other. And with it comes other emotional intimacy.

But fergawdsakes you should still be FRIENDS.

Perhaps what this lady meant was, what if we sleep together, and he looks dorky naked or we don’t click physically -- will we be able to "go back" to just friends? "Just" friends.

But of course! If you are truly friends, you respect each other. You can laugh about your silly mistakes. You can put them in the amusing memories file (the one that only gets accessed after one or two cocktails), and move on.

A good friendship is rare and valuable. It’s worth the effort. And most important, it should form the basis of a good, healthy intimate relationship. Whatever else you are together, you must be FRIENDS. Respect each other’s individuality. Appreciate each other’s differences. Demand and deliver honesty, loyalty and integrity. Do all of this, and your friendship will remain unshakable. A little nookie might make it better, it might not make any difference at all, but it certainly won’t make a dent.

Kink's comments: I'm glad I finally read this article again in Ediets. Makes me wonder why I talk to men who they say they have wives who aren't even their friends. Like what I said in ym to one of my friends, "Sana kapag nagka-asawa ako, sana kaibigan turing sa akin para kahit sa kalokohan kasama pa rin ako. And if something's bothering him, he won't be afraid to tell me about it." Hmmm... makes me wonder if it's different if you're in a relationship. Ugh!

HiFi's Bitch of the Year

2005-01-10T01:28:00.000+08:00

Hahahaha! What a pleasant surprise to see this at highfiber.org --- Bitch of the Year Award (based on Sandman's standards).

*Proud title-holder*

Feast your Eyes on this!!!

2005-01-09T07:18:00.000+08:00

Sketch by pekto.

One of the most interesting attachments I received in my email. And no, I still haven't done a nude session with anyone. I was laughing my heart out the first time I saw this. The artist managed to take out the bikini I was wearing in the original photo by Karl. Walanghiyang imagination iyan!!! I think my normally 34C breasts look more like 45C in this drawing. *LOL*

Kink's Cutie Pie

2005-01-09T07:14:00.000+08:00

I want one of this!!! Ain't he a cutie pie? Remember that small kiddie I was carrying a few monts back. He was a day old then. This is my nephew, little Domeng at 4 months. Natuwa nanay ko nung New Year at sabi nung kapitbahay naming 10 year old, "Kamukha nyo Aling Zeny!" And kids don't lie... I think. Siyempre we're all proud his looks took our side of the family. *smug smile*

Ho-ho-ho to everyone

2004-12-23T13:15:00.000+08:00

Looks like Christmas time is the busiest time of the year for a career person like me. Hehehe I'll be back next year and hopefully update my blog regularly by that time.

MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I just wish I can upload an image to celebrate the season with kaso chocolate cake na lang ako for Xmas. Off to Bataan for now then Dagupan City and Baguio for next week.

Happy Holidays!

Marilyn Monroe circa 1949

2004-11-28T03:01:00.000+08:00

Marilyn on the Beach 1949

A classic bombshell. Sexy pa rin kahit may 'bilbil'. hehehe

I have recently purchased this lacy, red-violet camisole. I saw it on a Friday and over the weekend I kept thinking about it so for my peace of mind I bought it. Now, I can't seem to figure out how and when I'm going to wear it in public. It's just too mahalay.

My brother exclaimed upon seeing me wearing it, "Ate, anlaki ng tiyan mo!" Aside from the fact that he also said na 'Mukhang inverted etits daw ang cleavage ko at ayaw niyang makita dahil babangungutin daw siya!' Nyahaha

Let's just say magkasing laki yata kami ng 'puson" ni Marilyn Monroe sa pic na ito. You see, women have this thing about their bodies. We tend to be "catty" about other women's looks kaya we hate so many things about ourselves. Magaling kaming manlait. Ganon ako dati.

Pero lately I noticed that I don't fuss too much about my body. Kaya siguro I don't fuss too much about how other women look. Besides, any woman looks good in the nude. Lalo na yun medyo chubby ones, they look good lalo na kung di constricting yun suot nila. My mother looks good in a daster (roughly translated as, house dress). :D

Everytime I wear that camisole, all I see are boobs and cleavage. It's going to be a riot if I wear that in public. *LOL*

Or maybe it's just my imagination.

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2004-11-22T07:13:00.000+08:00

Sabihin na lang natin na 2 years na lang bago maging kasing edad ko si Hello Kitty ngayong 2004. Kaya nung nagkita kami ng mga kamag-anakan ko nung isang linggo putangina di ako tinantanan ng isa kong tiyahin na mag-asawa na raw ako.

I think itong expectation na ito mas mabigat lalo na kapag babae kang close to your 30s. Kasi may expiration ang egg cells ng kababaihan. And to ensure na healthy ang offspring mo, may certain age na dapat kang mag-conceive or else if beyond that baka bugok na at latak na yun mga itlog sa ovaries. hahaha But that's science. Whether you like it or not, cycle nga ng katawan natin yun.

Pero since nung mga panahon ng mga nakakatanda natin eh maaga sila nagsisipag-asawa (between 24-26 sa mga tiyahin at nanay ko), they expect din tayong mga younger generation na ganon din ang ating gagawin. Pero hellooo... iba naman kaya yun given variables nung panahon nila nung 1970s at ngayong year 2004 na. Although sabihin nating same pa rin ang formula na kelangan gamitin, kelangan naman isa-alang-alang ang iba pang factors.

Marriage is no joke. Parang two different cultures na nag-merge at kelangan magsama sa isang bubong. Imagine one's from Mars and the other one's from Venus sabi ng isang libro. There has got to be some form of mental and psychological preparedness to start your most basic form of group in the society which is a family nga.

Para kang nagtatayo ng sarili mong kompanya, yun nga lang you cannot fire anyone. Pwede mong i-terminate yun asawa through annulment pero you cannot leave your kids. And obligado ka rin itaguyod yun mga anak mo at ipalaking maging kapaki-pakinabang sa ating lipunan.

Ang sa akin, gusto ko silang magkaroon ng sarili nilang gusto (passions baga) at sariling pangarap. Sana hindi lang maging nurse sa ibang bayan ang kanilang maging hangarin sa buhay, pero kung gusto rin nila yun eh wala na kong magagawa.

Ako kaya di nagmamadaling mag-asawa... I don't want my kids to live my dreams, they're unique individuals and they're NOT ME. I want them to be who they want to be. Kaya hangga't single ako, hala sige kung ano gusto kong gawin ginagawa ko! Dahil as much as possible I want to live my dreams.

Andami ng kalalakihan na ewan ko ba... takot nga raw yata sa akin. O kung meron man na gusto ko, ayaw ko naman. Well... dun sa mga nagustuhan ko, tatakot daw sa commitment. Pucha! Kala ba nila aabot kami sa kasalan ng ganon-ganon lang? I have nothing against marrying pero WALA pa ako nahahanap sa Pilipinas na lalaking worthy of marrying. Isip-isip ko nga baka kailangan ko ng lumipat ng bansa. Pero, siyempre, ano naman gagawin ko sa ibang bansa? Eh dito ako kailangan.

Boyprend lang muna hanap ko. Late bloomer ako eh. Yun tipong ka-holding hands sa may Acad Oval habang naglalakad o di kaya yun tipong ka-tumbahan mo ng puno sa may Sunken Garden o di kaya Track Oval pag medyo madilim na....