I am Bailey!

It's no mistake that you have a reputation for being intimidationg. Not bad for someone who was too shy to approach anyone but your teachers in high school. Now, you're a force to be reckoned with, a regular superhero who can do anything, except maybe balance the demands of work and home. But if anyone can do it, you can. Look at how much you've already accomplished!

eons ago..

i really wanted to ask myself:

am i getting boring?

or just a little too occupied?

i miss blogging so badly.... :(

careerwise

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dilbert on fishing

since i'm really addicted with dilbert's funny office encounters, i'll be sharing you some..

and i guess some people near my workstation can really relate..

it's a morning game..

when you're adrenalin rush is really hyperactive (well, not for me, i'm not a morning person) and physical activity is only within your mouse and keyboard functions..

and if you're not enrolled to any fitness gyms around the metro, you might want to try this one in your own cubicle..





if you hardly see the image, click here. (you know, i can sense your whines..)

i am fishing in makati.. i mean in gaia fishing port. :D

dilbert's first blast (more to come..)

my lotus note has these red angry mails that are waiting to be opened by the petix mushroom.. (anyway, the latest email tells “Please respond till: 24-OCT-2007”) no worries.

i have more than ten categories to be finished by Thursday COB.

i have great sounds in my ears.. featuring 80’s hits. yeba!

i’m searching for more interesting obsessions around the wide web.

gawd.. and now I’ve lost my communicator connection due to account locks that I usually encountered almost twice a week.. tsk tsk.. my internal account is trying to share my game.. as accomplice (insert evil laugh).

but before I get help from lotusman and some IT peepz.. I need to post this and retort to some negative assumptions my fellow blogger-reader, you, might have..

don’t blame me for this "accidentally" effortless day.

by the way, I saw this man doing the same thing.

he’s Dilbert. my favorite cast and think-tank- thinker. i love his principles.. i think he’s much more lovable than R. Greene..



see.. so don’t blame me.. it’s WWWdot’s fault. :D

forbidden questions

You will never know the answers until you throw your query and insist the other party to give their response in whole honesty.

Afterwards, you’ll be shaken of the questions.. and double troubled with your answers.. Hehe!

It was a forwarded message from an acquaintance.. I don’t have the interest to ask him the question since I barely know him.. so, the mushroom decided to just roll the forwarded message to her globe contacts.

I’ll be posting some of the interesting questions.. Don’t worry I won’t name drop.. hehehe!

Friend #1 (quickest of them all)

In just few flicks she/he sent the three morbid questions making my three brain cells beat and my heart secretes endorphins.

(1) Sino ang first love mo?
(2) Sino yung taong minahal mo talaga ng matindi (except parents and family)?
(3) Kung maiinlove ka ulit sa isa sa mga ex mo, sino yun?

Friend#2
(1) Who is your current love interest?
(2) Have you had any experience about drug/sex?
(3) Were you happy or bounded by regret at the time you met me?

Friend#3

(1) Kaninong AP members ka nagkagusto/nagka-crush?
(2) May bisexual tendency ka ba?
(3) Tama pa bang umasa ako? (referring to his/her ex.)

Friend#4

(1) Do you still think about me?
(2) May feelings ka pa ba sa akin?
(3) Sino bf mo ngayon?

Friend#5

(1) What song best suits us?
(2) Did you fall for me last year?
(3) Do you think we have chance to be “us”?

Friend#6

(1) Kapag naliligo ka, anong una mong binabasa?
(2) Baket mas mabilis magtext gamit ang kanang daliri kaysa kaliwa?
(3) Nakailang bf ka na?

I won’t post my answers for personal protection.. bwahaha! :P

Just imagine how many unnecessary pounds my sweat glands released after whole night of question and answer portion….

I’m super dehydrated! Whew..

on marshmallows, delayed gratification and women

During your toddler days, an adult female gave you marshmallow to test the so-called emotional quotient on you, after few flicks of seconds, instead of waiting for the next marshmallow; you swallowed the marshmallow right away without any second thought, had a good taste of it, and asked for an apple flavored liquid since you didn’t have a thing for sweets.

I admit I really have a low EQ.

Last few nights, I had a good text encounter with MB. Actually, we usually have those chats as we rarely see each other personally (business and personal constraints). Yet I know I can still claim him as one of those good sense conversationalist friends.

Posted here are just few of those lines you might, for yourself, ponder on..

MB: are you still an impulsive buyer?

Me: Yes. Still.

MB: Ngeks. I’m not sure if being impulsive buyer is part of the seven habits of successful people before they sow their triumph.. but what I know is that you must surpass being impulsive and have the idea of delayed gratification.

Me: mmm.. it’s like a marshmallow test during toddler period?

MB: Yep. That once you overcome not wanting the first marshmallow, you can still look for yummier pieces..

Me: I failed the test. And I claim, I really have a low EQ.. If I want something, I’ll grab it.. who wants waiting, anyway? Though I have exceptions, of course, I’ll wait for GOD’s decision over my prayers.. but I won’t wait for anybody.. unless they’re God.

MB: hehehe! Well you must develop delayed gratification. It’s like waiting for the right marshmallow.. for the right woman..

Me: ah ok.. now you’re using metaphors.. and women are sweet marshmallows? tsk tsk.. comparison not accepted. We are more than that..

MB: I know.


So to prove myself that I’m currently shifting to a higher EQ mammal, I did a little window shopping. As usual, I failed. But anyway, it was a lesser risky thing since I did the try out in a tiangge..

And had this funny pakikipagtawaran..

Juli (with charming glance): magkano po ‘to, ate?
Tindera: P20.00 ang isa..
Juli (trying to make tawad): di po ba pwedeng talto P50.00?
Tindera: hindi eh..sale na kasi yan eh..
Juli (still want to insist her trade as she always have this below sea level EQ): ahh.. ang mahal naman, ate..
Tindera: Pde siguro 15 na lang..
Juli (after having a quick math, with wide wide grin): ah, ayan.. sige.. kuha na lang ako ng tatlo..

This is why quick math is really really essential to our life. Now let’s test your math-thing:

“may isang magbabalot. Binili ng una nyang customer ang kalahati ng lahat ng tinda nyang balot at humingi ng isang ballot (libre). Sa pangalawang customer, binili rin ang kalahati ng natirang balot at humingi rin ng isa bilang libre.. sa pangatlong customer, binili rin ang kalahati ng mga balot at humingi ng isa bilang libre.. pagkatapos ng tatlong customer ubos na ang tinda ng magbabalot.

Ilan ang tindang balot?”

I need answer..

Anyway, when MB used marshmallow as a good metaphor for women, the next day I got an email from CB. It was an invitation for their company yearly for-a-cause event.

Avon walk. Rage against Breast cancer.

Everyone’s in pink.

Since the event is primarily an advocacy for women who are in deep sorrow and pain due to (click here for symptoms, testing and self-exam info. Because the rage against breast cancer is all about early detection and treatment) breast cancer, I did see my former ever-loved GSP team..

Too bad I don’t have pictures during my junior high, when I was such a hyperactive kid.. doing good camping days.. sleeping on tents.. being super friendly to those buddies coming from all-girls HS to make them share you their comforters when all you brought in the camp site is a small pillow.. climbing mountain and rappelling to descend.. tying of knots.. creating skits and team cheers..

I dunno if having estrogens in my human anatomy makes me categorized as low EQ homo sapiens. Or it’s just that I’m part of those misbehaves and brats.. but believe me, well behaved women....rarely make history. Hehe! :P

And still, I don’t want to accept the women-marshmallow comparison as I don’t think I have a thing for those soft candy-likes.. guava candies and lollipops? might be.. :D

The metaphor is really an understatement of us.. for being a woman is a terribly difficult trade…

…since it consists principally of dealing with men. Bwahaha!

on being quirkyalone

I ought not to have relationship as of 3:34PM this afternoon.

Or maybe until you read this blog or few months/years/decades after I posted this one.

Last week, we visited JR to see her new four-day old baby boy. That was the first time to see her after two long years of being one-text-away friends/strangers. Two years is long enough for us who really had quality time in chilling-while-grilling asses of anti-student PLM officials- thru-research-investigations-mobs- and-writing in not-so-high school-like, harsh articles (that was a long sentence, too). Anyway, I have vivid memories when AP comes in my blogging.

And since that day served as the kamustahan-ng-mga-buhay-buhay moment, I have no choice but to open some topics that are so currently.

But I can’t tell anything.. not because I doubt the people on lending things that are confidential in nature, but really, there are no unusual, differently-patterned issues in my life.

Now, I’m questioning myself.. Am I getting boring lately? Hehehe! :D

And since I hate air gaps and the best way to escape the not so interesting part of chats that deals nothing in your life is to change the topic.

So changed the topic.

But some topics are really those you can’t escape.. like how’s you love life? Who’s your SO? Or anything that might trigger my estrogens in super naïve mode…

Oh I’m so bored reiterating the issues, answering the old-getting-odd ways..

But then again, I need to resolve and be resolved.

Maybe if I counted the numerous text messages, personal chats and online conversations I encountered and sincerely responded, I might be suffering sanity loss while trying to reckon the tons of them converting in millimeters and finally changing them in dollar unit.

So this time, I’m gearing myself for the next much anticipated question. :P

Ooh I love multiple choice questions..

Why am I single?

(Sorry EM, your guess that I am picky/choosy is not in the choices below.. because I’m so not.. )


(a) I’m so not pretty, so not girly, so not SO-material
(b) I hate boys and something about boys
(c) I’m a chicken not a pig
(d) I’m born to be quirkyalone
(e) all of the above
(f) either A or B
(g) either A, B, C
(h) either B, C, D
(i) neither ABCD
(j) I need a straight question, no more multiple choices, please!


So..

How quirkyalone are you?

(This is a question that bumped me in a site somewhere.. just Google it.. I’m so lazy pasting the link.)
My score was 89. Very quirkyalone!
Relatives may give you quizzical looks, and so may friends, but you know in your heart of hearts that you are following your inner voice. Though you may not be romancing a single person, you are romancing the world. Celebrate your freedom on National Quirkyalone Day, February 14th!

Bwahaha! I am above average. Darn!

Take the test.. you might one of us.

Okay, I am certified capital Q- uirkyalone.. Period.

the yesterday

This post is really a left over of my no-fun-all-work couple of yesterweeks.

Last Saturday, when I decided to become a certified home buddy-- no malling, no to movie invites, no to spa, no to cele’s temptation to go back to galera—I had a few text chats with my friends, who happened to be out of my sight for quite a long time. Thanks to unlimited texting feature of networks, though I know these people become so hefty pocket-owners because depreciation of their plant and other fixed, long term assets are so slow and really unparallel to its income generation.. Making them to be first in the list of highest income earners. But of course, with Kris Aquino and KC Concepcion pasted in their ads, expect a slight increase in their promos.

Anyway, since the rest of my day was spent inside the four corners of my house, I had no other choice but to expand my learning (or was it my chismax starvation?) through mobile texting.

And these were the history text messages:

With my colleague (better not mention how we became colleague). It’s either we became classmates during school days, friends in career.. etc.. Go, guess..

JD: how’s life, juli?

Me: oh fine.. the same as before.. there’s no unfamiliar changes.

JD: mine, too. Work-home, work-home routine..

Me: Hehehe. :D

JD: love life? Any?

Me: Nada.. Got no time and prospect’s really rare..

JD: really? How about *toot number 1*?

Me: Bwahaha! Issue?

JD: do you have any news with our friends?

Me: None. I rarely contacted them.. just for fun, forwarded messages.

JD: Ohh.. I thought you have close communication with *toot number 1*? How’s he?

Me: He’s with the same company.. I don’t have any hint about him.. personally..

JD: really? I thought you’re always with *toot number 1* since both of you are working in the same district..

Me: nope.. never seen him.. save for last January, I guess..

JD: that long?

Me: yep..

And while chatting with my colleague, I also had, simultaneously, texting with someone whom I known slightly. Do the guessing, again..

PR: Hello!

Me: Hi! Kumusta na?

PR: Oks!

Me: Also on a texting mode, huh!

PR: Yep. Actually I only have three hours left.

Me: Hehehe! Anyway, you can log for another one day subscription..

PR: Yeah! So, how’s life? Love life and anything in between?

Me: The same as before (err… for the second time) love life? I have none.

PR: Hehehe! I saw *toot number 2* last few days in . There’s an affair conducted by . Nothing. Just relaying it to you..

Me: Huh? Why *toot number 2*?

PR: Ow.. I thought he’s your former SO..

Me: Ahh.. Oo nga pala.. yeah, I occasionally have chats with him thru YM..


Conclusion:

Some people become really your yesterday. And accidentally, people you rarely see and somehow lack updated information about you will talk about them unintentionally..

So, have a good, clean yesterday.. :P

on ex, seduction and desirability

While in great despair of seeing my desktop with whooping numbers of excel files and several concerns from different people that –come to think of it, really not my concern, in the first place— deals with business plan for a big union of workers and a corporate bulletin for internal auditors…

I need a break.

And only a blog can suffice this kitkat craving. Hehe!

I browsed R. Greene’s Art of Seduction (I have a soft copy of the book and interested parties can IM me for a copy for free :)) and found this one to quote (really not from Greene and an also-quoted one in his book, this is what you called—double dead):

It will be greatly to your advantage to entertain the lady you would win with an account of the number of women who are in love with you, and of the decided advances which they have made to you; for this will not only prove that you are a great favorite with the ladies, and a man of true honor, but it will convince her that she may have the honor of being enrolled in the same list, and of being praised in same way, in the presence of your other female friends. This will greatly delight her, and you need not be surprised if she testifies her admiration of your character by throwing her arms around your neck on the spot. —LOLA MONTEZ, THE ARTS AND SECRETS OF BEAUTY, WITH HINTS TO GENTLEMEN ON THE ART OF FASCINATING

Huwaat!!

So, former relationships really matter?

I mean, not the relationship itself, but the person you’d been with?

Huwaat!!

And if the statement is true, there are only two criteria wherein people will tend to fall: the one taking advantage of their past relationships and the regretfuls..

To what criteria do I belong? Mmm.. lemme think..


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Better shut up before some people will have the idea to crash my site.. hehehe!

So end point is, never go for a relationship that will hinder your future advantages. Falling for a person is really a decision.. like investing for corporate stocks?1? :P

Now, desirability is really a social illusion. Own it. And get what you want most.

on mcdreamy and something like that..

Perfect is rare. Wholeness is once in a blue moon.

While surfing the net and looking for some ideas I can use to write a good-meaningful artic for EV (dear, sorry I was first clung into this.. promise I’m going to squeeze my two brain cells for another farting, for significant-serious one), urban dictionary popped up and gave this ummm.. definition.

Mcdreamy. (n. a guy who appears perfect: good looking and smart and with basically everything a girl could ask for, but who turns out to be a total asshole. Could either do something which makes him an ass, or the girl realizes he's not all he's cracked up to be. Either way he is a let down.)

Oh gawd.. the description is really an overstatement.. but drastically, true!

And my image bubble generated this one:

mmm.. whatta yummy guy!

Okay, okay.. my mcdreamy is really not this gorgeous.. or maybe gorgeous.. no, he’s not.. he’s pleasant – best adjective. And he’s not a doctor (really far from being a doctor because his profession is *toot*) though capable of being tagged as brainy.

I won’t paste the pic of my true mcdreamy here.. I have no time for shameless plug. And photoshop is not available in my pc.. And I will be having hard time in editing his pic. And I’m starting to be over him. And I still have lots of workloads. And uhmmm.. you might not want to see him.. you know, the appetite and good mood/hair day thing... I don’t like to spoil your Wednesday.

***

Scarcity.

Blame it to scarcity.. not because women population is greater than men but because only few men are really destined to be mcdreamy (the positive of being a mcdreamy). Seriously.

Scarcity ~ mediocrity.

That’s why girls like us need to settle for few flattering things.. like spa (going to the mall just to have few hours of shower and heating and bubbles and massage).

this can be very relaxing..

...unless you’re with your girl friend having the same dilemma as yours.. and that relaxation turns to pathetic talks ‘bout your wanted-to-be-out-of-you-head mcdreamies.. and share more pathetic claims that you and your mcdreamy can really be a good-better-best couple in the long run.

C’mon! Still dreaming for mcdreamy...

Or exhausting your stress while doing more stressful activity.

and gain aching muscles..

Or just buff around the metro for food.. lotsa foods..

and gain unnecessary pounds..

until you finally realize that your jeans can’t fit you anymore and then hurry and spend for fitness center!

But still, we’re hopefuls (and pathetic?).

Because miracles can really happen.

Oh just couple of days ago.. on GMA’s SONA.. on her seventh SONA.

recycled gown. red day. lucky day.

Would you believe that? seventh (with rolling eyes)?!?

And this serves me double pathetic. Or might be eight times pathetic (seven plus this mcdreamy thing).

synthesis

CB texted me telling that she feels sick and wanted to be with me this sat either in my place or in her house.

And speaking of sickness, I am, too, feel so misspelled and pathetic for the previous days.. Lucky me, I can really have doses of pretend to prevent the outbreak.

And now, I’m scribbling to enumerate my pathetic-nose bleeding-heartbreaking shallowness. Forget about grammatical lapses and spell checks for I’m too busy to consult Mr. Webst and people in YM are all in red mode. I need to withstand this day all by myself.

***

Yesterday early 8am, I received a text message from CD asking if I can join their discussions regarding the oww-so-familiar-and-oww-so-aged-issues of PLM. After considering my schedules (which include my every-after-two-weeks- change in toenail polish) and being optimistically fitted, I have no escape but to seat as part of the brain farts.. (that is, if they can really force my two stubborn brain cells to do their task).

Call time was 6pm and I arrived in greenbelt almost 6:55 (still six:D). I saw same old faces of Bukluran people plus five other literally-aged people who were acquainted to me as PLM alumni batch1-4. With the same old call, same old enemies (few modifications in their allies), same old strategies, same old dilemmas.. Gaawd.. is this déjà vu from yesteryears?

And mind you, this will call for series of discussions. With rolling eyes reaction, CV and I in chorus said: Eto na naman tayo…

Oh, well.. we have no other choice but to commit and cooperate. (though I know I’ve done my significant part way back.. history can never punish me. this will only serve as an extra mile of kindness and liberality).

***

Everyday is a petiks day!

Of course, not! I’m busy. It’s just that God gave me this certain talent called-- multi-tasking prowess!

Chatting with friends —asking almost everything..

“What’s the right grammar use..?” “Is VAT still applicable in buying a condo unit?”
“I’m currently investing to this stocks.. blah, blah.. kindly check if I have the stable one.” “I think he’s cheating on me.” (Then cheat on him, too. That’s what you call equality and balance.) “Check this site and I need your comment.” “Research PDI site for my paper in FinMan.” -- and yes, I’m an instant consultant/researcher/telemarketer/CSR and even love guru [I just hope I’m not breaking any meant relationship (if there’s really meant relationship, in the first place)]?

If all queries are charged with peso-signs.. I might have earned a lot!

And my sideline? My own genuine job.

***

Heartbreaks are necessities of life.

Huwaat?? Necessity?

It’s like a multi-vitamins to give you enough strength to overcome everything..
and be happy again(?).

Huwaat? Multi-vitamins?

I’m not into any vitamins though my physician always reminds me to take ascorbic and ferrous sulfate. So blame my stubbornness why I’m having severe cuts, lull skin and anemia.

But it doesn’t mean that I’m exempted to ummm.. heartbreaks.

Am I creating a point here? Oh well, senseless.


***

And when heartbreaks strike you.. you might feel the following: being senseless, unhappy and tired.

Now, point established?

***

And when your Dr. McDreamy is really not meant for you or courting someone else or busy moving his cheese (cake) or whatever reasons he has on his pea-sized idiot brain just to escape you, just think of this line:

You don’t deserve to be in my select few lists.

Just see to it that when you tell it in front of his not-so-pleasant face, you wear your best blush on, great top and pair of high pointed heels (ready to become your instant battle gear when your temper goes down to zero degree.)

***

My sis just sent me an email. Please do a research on GMA7’s initial public offerings. I need the details.

I have new task to do. Okay, I need to be diligent. Just in case I want new blouses on Christmas. And so that her plastic cards’ generosity could never refuse me.

***

And whining wants to end here.

birthday blah-blah

In just few days I’ll be gaining another year of age and I guess turning in a two-two is definitely not a bad idea at all.. Glad and fabulous, instead!

And what’s with July 1? Mmm.. Aside from the fact that my hated name came from it and it falls on Sunday, there’s no much extravagant about the day..

Unless, people will send their gifts (in cash or in kind, PDC unacceptable!), deliver roses in my office (I’ll give the address for interested parties!), bake me a cake (attention: kath and liway), take me out for pizza, coffee, wall climb, paintball, ice cream (IM me for more options)…

It seems like birthdays must come along with cake and balloons.. So, if you want to bring balloon bouquets for me that will be gladly appreciated!

And since, I’m not really into material things, you can buy me the same laptop Rico is now using, swap my Motorzr with any N-series and least, if generosity is really not into yours, pirated DVDs of Grey’s Anatomy will do.. Hmmpp..

Okay.. okay.. I won’t expect! No to any cent. I know. I must know well.. My friends are with feathers like mine.. We’re… thrifty! Hehehe.

Then what should I expect on 07-01-07? 717.. all straight and tall numbers, just like delivery hotlines.. --here’s my list:

Big venue for reunions!

APipol. The sleepless nights. The paper trails. The canton-footlong-and-food trips. The subpoena. The mob. The suspension. Oh gawd..
And now, we will be partying. Night out. Swimming. Bowling. Bowling wins! Rockwell is the place to go.

No more worries of deadlines. Of Cecil’s forced overnights. Of being eavesdroppers and document-stealers. Of wearing black tshirts. Of making T’s ass chilled and grilled simultaneously because of our scribbles. Of being tagged as delinquents.
Oh gawd.. Those were the days..

Now, we will be partying.. And just being double excited.. We will be partying exactly during my b-day!Wink!

Oh gawd… This is bad! I’m preempting. Nope. I won’t discuss this.. Just wait for the pics…

I won’t discuss this-- On how sexy Cole maybe in person.. On how delicious Raffy can be. Tempting, really. Ela, I saw her just last few weeks, but might extract the unnecessary pound this coming Sunday and see her with curly hair. Cecil.. she’s eating pork and squids! Whee! Leux, koreano-fair skinned? This is the ultimate oh-gawd miracle! Merck with straight rebonded hair and tangerine highlight! Pola in mini skirt. Riza wearing Leux’s bronzed skin. Wonderful! Marvel, I won’t comment because God is watching. And He’s also stubborn to those who will mislead His child.. And God loves me, too. I presume.. :)

And how should I forget Celeste. She’s my all time activity partner.. My co-kaladkarin buddy. Just like last week, watching Fantastic4 on Monday night.. And take note, on a last full show. Monday! Oh, yes.. Monday madness.. At least we do our wall climbing during weekends.

Oh no, I won’t discuss. Just wait for the pics. :D


Year end, New Year!

See the countdown.. those countdowns are posted in all attention-grabber places in the office.

Since our fiscal year starts with July1 and ends June30, my birthday will also be the start of a new year as per workplace! And the countdown as dropped to zero will then signify balance sheet dates, inventory counting, FS reporting, GL nominal accounts closing, report templates edits, etc.. So, expect red flooding emails, requests and validations, and worst, OT modes (and some nosebleeds, too)!

But nothing to worry about.. thank God for the awesome word, “immunity”!

Buying Toothbrush.

If you are using calendar year, that is January to December, in your toothbrush subscription, then July1, will be your expected toothbrush lay off.. Every six months. Two times a year. Surrender the old and buy a new one.. (Just like getting a new SO? Easy! :D)

If you don’t know this practice, you might want to ask your gynecologist. :P


Julius Allen’s Bday!

And who’s Julius? A colleague way back college that reminds me of the so-called soul mate.. We are both cancerian, born on the same day, on the same year.. And be in school and study one year earlier than the normal age, that’s why we graduated in the same year, same venue.. And both suffered the risk of being out of the graduating list just because of the same principle!

Same!

What else? We are both JAs (I suppose his parents did the same thing that my parents did in giving names), both inclined in Math; and have the gluttony of laughing! Really a male counterpart of Juli.

Gaadd.. I miss this dear friend!


Others..

Just like PLM’s student handbook, all items not included in the above list will just fall in this part. :D


I don’t know how to end this. Oks, enough for this blah-blah. Period.

master the art of the bold move

"A moment has arrived: your victim clearly desires you, but is not ready to admit it openly, let alone act on it. This is the time to throw aside chivalry, kindness, and coquetry and to overwhelm with a bold move. Don’t give the victim time to consider the consequences; create conflict, stir up tension, so that the bold move comes as a great release. Showing hesitation or awkwardness means you are thinking of yourself, as opposed to being overwhelmed by the victim’s charms. Never hold back or meet the target halfway, under the belief that you are being correct and considerate; you must be seductive now, not political. One person must go on the offensive, and it is you."

--The Art of Seduction

misplaced appetite

Love isn’t about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on tarpaulins and giant words in skywriting. Love is about going that extra mile, even if it hurts. Letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you… that you didn’t even know was there..

Thinking about what love you have? Oh well, not bad for a cake to be sour.. for a pizza to be garnished with ampalaya leaves.. for a beer to be so sweet and milky..

For a space to be so near but seems so distant.. Many more painful smiles and tasteless happiness will be served by your empty and coward heart.. : (

Thanks, anyway.. for humiliated expectations..

Thinking again, I still want to share your strawberries doused into sour cream.. :D