To Kink or Not to Kink

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!

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

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. Up

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!!! The

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

No wonder everybody's going that way. This lawn's got issues.

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.

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*

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 acti

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 Rel

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 

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 t

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 chronicli

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 w

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.  

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

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'

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

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

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 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?

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 ti

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 wit

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

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

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

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...

Without them where would little boys be? 

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

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

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 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?

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

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*

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*