Hahhahahahaha
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Glowing Inside ( Vaseline Shampoo TV AD / Nikki Gil )
I just saw this on YouTube. It's a shampoo ad in the Philippines. I kinda miss my long shiny black hair. I had a hair cut over a week ago and now I look like a retired rockstar. Think Pepe Smith.
I also like the whole concept. Reminds me of my early years. Mama, me and Zoe - we all have raven black hair. I have a few white ones but don't tell anyone.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Mio Fights Cancer
The son of my fellow Miriam High School Alumna is battling cancer.
There will be a concert for him on the 9th.
Proceeds will cover his medical expenses.
If you are in Manila, it would be nice if you could come to help Mio and his mom.
There will be a concert for him on the 9th.
Proceeds will cover his medical expenses.
If you are in Manila, it would be nice if you could come to help Mio and his mom.
In behalf of organizers Denise Laurel and Maja Salvador, we'd like to inform you that MIO FIGHTS CANCER: The Benefit Concert is moved to OCT 9, 2009 Fri 8pm at the Music Museum. We hope to see you then. We are praying for everyones safety.
Manila is flooded.
And it's not just the estero-dwelling people or the squatters under the bridges.
It's rich and poor Manila, covered in murky water.
It's cars and jeepneys and manicured lawns and junk yards.
It's strangers and people I love.
Our country is an archipelago.
It's made up of more than 7,000 islands, and we are surrounded by turbulent waters.
Angry storms attack us every year, and tears are shed for those who were fated to get washed away.
Yes, natural catastrophes are inevitable.
What can be done, I think, is a national disaster plan that is designed to lessen the destructive effects.
We have an exisiting one, and I don't know much about its strategy, but I know that it has failed to avoid losing lives every time a typhoon with a funny name visits us.
How about a more comprehensive study on our sewage network?
Katipunan is a lovely road, but the bridge on the extension becomes a river after a drizzle.
Antipolo is up high above all of us, yet it did not escape tragedy.
And what I can do right now is spread the word about the help they need back home.
Red Cross Philippines is receiving donations.
And it's not just the estero-dwelling people or the squatters under the bridges.
It's rich and poor Manila, covered in murky water.
It's cars and jeepneys and manicured lawns and junk yards.
It's strangers and people I love.
Our country is an archipelago.
It's made up of more than 7,000 islands, and we are surrounded by turbulent waters.
Angry storms attack us every year, and tears are shed for those who were fated to get washed away.
Yes, natural catastrophes are inevitable.
What can be done, I think, is a national disaster plan that is designed to lessen the destructive effects.
We have an exisiting one, and I don't know much about its strategy, but I know that it has failed to avoid losing lives every time a typhoon with a funny name visits us.
How about a more comprehensive study on our sewage network?
Katipunan is a lovely road, but the bridge on the extension becomes a river after a drizzle.
Antipolo is up high above all of us, yet it did not escape tragedy.
And what I can do right now is spread the word about the help they need back home.
Red Cross Philippines is receiving donations.
Account Name: The Phil. Nat’l. Red Cross
METROBANK Port Area Branch
Peso Acct.: 151-3-041-63122-8
Dollar Acct.: 151-2-151-00218-2
Type of Acct. : SAVINGS
Swift Code: MBTC PH MM
BANK OF THE PHIL. ISLANDS Port Area Branch
Peso Acct.: 4991-0010-99
Type of Account: CURRENT
BANK OF THE PHIL. ISLANDS UN Branch
Dollar Acct.: 8114-0030-94
Type of Account: SAVINGS
Swift Code: BOPI PH MM
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Today I went missing.
I didn't mean to disappear from the face of the earth for a couple of hours.
Well, I really shouldn't have.
Those were WORKING hours.
Everyone thought I had gone in hiding, run away, gotten lost.
But the weird thing is, for the first time in weeks, during those precious hours that I was cut off from the rest of the world, I felt that I was home.
I loved the feeling and I want to feel it again and again and again.
I also loved Flight of the Conchords by the way. Finished the first season in one day. With a wonderful person who sat through episodes 1 to 12 with me.
I didn't mean to disappear from the face of the earth for a couple of hours.
Well, I really shouldn't have.
Those were WORKING hours.
Everyone thought I had gone in hiding, run away, gotten lost.
But the weird thing is, for the first time in weeks, during those precious hours that I was cut off from the rest of the world, I felt that I was home.
I loved the feeling and I want to feel it again and again and again.
I also loved Flight of the Conchords by the way. Finished the first season in one day. With a wonderful person who sat through episodes 1 to 12 with me.
Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't
Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be the india arie
When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me
Every freckle on my face is where it's supposed to be
And I know our creator didn't make no mistakes on me
My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes; I'm lovin' what I see
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be the
india arie
Am I less of a lady if I don't wear pantyhose?
My mama said a lady ain't what she wears but, what she knows
But, I've drawn a conclusion, it's all an illusion, confusion's the name of the
game
A misconception, a vast deception
Something's gotta change
but,Don't be offended this is all my opinion
ain't nothing that I'm sayin law
This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share with
y'all
So get in where you fit in go on and shine
Clear your mind, now's the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go on and love yourself
'Cuz everything's gonna be all right
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be the india arie
Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks
I don't need that to have a good time
Keep your expensive car and your caviar
All I need is my guitar
Keep your Kristal and your pistol
I'd rather have a pretty piece of crystal
Don't need your silicone I prefer my own
What God gave me is just fine
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be india arie
Thursday, September 24, 2009
You know what I do when I am utterly depressed?
I scrub.
I scrub myself silly.
I get a Moroccan bath.
I stock up on spa salts and creams and soaps and fragrances.
I scrub the dead skin away hoping all the bad things I've been keeping inside me go down the drain with all that dirt.
I scrub like there's no tomorrow.
I scrub like it's 1999.
I scrub all that shit off with my special gloves.
I scrub away.
I scrub while dancing in the bath.
I scrub while singing in the shower.
I scrub.
God do I scrub.
As a matter of fact I just did, a couple of hours ago.
I smell like milk.
And my skin feels smooth and tight.
My mind is still in shambles.
I scrub.
I scrub myself silly.
I get a Moroccan bath.
I stock up on spa salts and creams and soaps and fragrances.
I scrub the dead skin away hoping all the bad things I've been keeping inside me go down the drain with all that dirt.
I scrub like there's no tomorrow.
I scrub like it's 1999.
I scrub all that shit off with my special gloves.
I scrub away.
I scrub while dancing in the bath.
I scrub while singing in the shower.
I scrub.
God do I scrub.
As a matter of fact I just did, a couple of hours ago.
I smell like milk.
And my skin feels smooth and tight.
My mind is still in shambles.
It's almost dawn and I can't sleep. If I knew all the answers, I would be dreaming away by now. But I don't, and I have to accept that. I am not about to take Panadol Night again. And this movie Asshole is not doing anything for me. There's only one thing I would like in this world right at this very moment and it's sad that there is a 50 per cent chance I will not get it. But life's like that, and even though the sleepless nights and all this thinking suck, I am embracing them as part of living, and until I know the answer - whether it's good or bad news - I am proud to have done something that I think is the best thing to do. I don't want to get in the way of someone else's goals in life. I don't want to hang around, unsure of whether my company is wanted. But it is the same pain and love inside me that will empower me to set someone free, if that's what I need to do.
Don't get me wrong... it still sucks.
Don't get me wrong... it still sucks.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Recurring Insomnia
Hey what's up.
I'm up.
After a long, almost traumatic slumber.
I succumbed to pill-popping after trying all kinds of natural ways to fall asleep.
I couldn't.
On the verge of desperation, I asked Ethel for her last two Panadol nights.
In the middle of I Love You, Man (cool movie), I went straight to dreamland.
The sofa felt like a marshmallow bed with satin sheets, and my pillows felt like George Clooney.
I woke up at 1030 AM and knew I was in trouble.
I managed to get a story out today, but I didn't start until almost 2 PM.
I was dead the whole early afternoon.
Panadol Night guarantees a total KO, longer than you want though.
So yeah no more pill-popping.
I guess the only thing you need to sleep well at night is nothing but peace of mind.
Good luck to me.
I'm up.
After a long, almost traumatic slumber.
I succumbed to pill-popping after trying all kinds of natural ways to fall asleep.
I couldn't.
On the verge of desperation, I asked Ethel for her last two Panadol nights.
In the middle of I Love You, Man (cool movie), I went straight to dreamland.
The sofa felt like a marshmallow bed with satin sheets, and my pillows felt like George Clooney.
I woke up at 1030 AM and knew I was in trouble.
I managed to get a story out today, but I didn't start until almost 2 PM.
I was dead the whole early afternoon.
Panadol Night guarantees a total KO, longer than you want though.
So yeah no more pill-popping.
I guess the only thing you need to sleep well at night is nothing but peace of mind.
Good luck to me.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I am so bored at work right now.
I'm trying to eat my salad in a funny way so I can make myself laugh.
How many ways are there to eat a salad?
Just stab those leaves with your fork and ram the stuff in your mouth.
I am trying to muster enough strength of character to resist the temptation of starting a food fight in the newsroom.
But that's the only thing I really want to do right this minute.
I'm trying to eat my salad in a funny way so I can make myself laugh.
How many ways are there to eat a salad?
Just stab those leaves with your fork and ram the stuff in your mouth.
I am trying to muster enough strength of character to resist the temptation of starting a food fight in the newsroom.
But that's the only thing I really want to do right this minute.
Kat and Cook
Kat and Cook have been dating for almost a year now, and I just realized how good they look together and how happy they are. Kat used to be my single friend (apart from Cux and Wys), and now she is part of a couple and I am looking forward to hanging out with them when I'm back home. It's going to be a blast. :)
Had a chat with Terri and she is organizing a big trip to Visayas right after her wedding. She's calling it Team Honeymoon. So it's us and a bunch of Cris's friends.
It's basically just hanging out at the beach and maybe going on a tour. Finally, a tarsier in the flesh!
Terri jokingly told me that her fiancee is trying to create his own version of www.filipinaheart.com, by setting up his friends with hers at their wedding.
Websites like that aren't funny at all though.
If you want a crappy marriage that is based on desperation and the color of your skin, then log on to any race-based dating site.
If you want true love, wait for it.
If you want to meet new people, go out and smile at the world.
If you want a salad, walk to Cultures and get one, lazy ass.
That's what I am going to do right now.
It's basically just hanging out at the beach and maybe going on a tour. Finally, a tarsier in the flesh!
Terri jokingly told me that her fiancee is trying to create his own version of www.filipinaheart.com, by setting up his friends with hers at their wedding.
Websites like that aren't funny at all though.
If you want a crappy marriage that is based on desperation and the color of your skin, then log on to any race-based dating site.
If you want true love, wait for it.
If you want to meet new people, go out and smile at the world.
If you want a salad, walk to Cultures and get one, lazy ass.
That's what I am going to do right now.
Happy Thoughts
Happy thoughts are a quick fix to a long face.
And so I resolve to daydream until this ugh feeling goes away.
I have a bank of happy thoughts that go back to my childhood.
So let me think my way back to happiness with random memories.
My toy Totoy. He's not with me anymore; I gave it to my friend Kat. But he made me the happiest woman in the world when I was 23. And I swear when I go back in December I will get him back and we will have a blast!
Valentine's day at the local gaybar with the Pinks. How about guys in thongs dancing to Mickey?
That looong karaoke date with Ria back in 2005. We rented a whole room at Music 21 on Jupiter Street, and we had shitloads of Red Horse and pika pika, from 9 PM to 6 in the morning. It was like a whole shift. I finished my meager salary on that fateful night. We welcomed the morning with a bottle of Chocolait from 7-11, and headed home unbelieveably tired, but happy.
Karaoke with the very best of Kiko Machine at Nard's, a small bar on Panay Avenue. I crawled back to the ELJ building to have a pa-morningan snack of goto, but I created my own goto in the toilet by throwing up everything I had eaten that day. The guys got me a cab and upon reaching home, our maid pushed me to the toilet, where I submerged myself in a big drum. I woke up naked in my own bed and had to come up with a stupid explanation to Mama Becky. One that would not make her NOT proud of her first born.
Slapshock groupie days. We followed a group of up and coming rockstars around Metro Manila, and it has got to be the most embarrassing period in my teenage life. We had to go through a lot to survive their gigs. We were tear gassed by security. Nikko drove on ESDA without a head - we all had to duck in the car so the band wouldn't see us stalking them. I brought Zoe (she was 5 then) to a gig and made her sing Agent Orange in front of Jamir. Then she got scared of Jamir's orange hair and Dahlsim-like body and started crying.
Beach holidays with my family. My aunts and uncles and cousins are crazy fun. I hope we can all get together some day for a big outing. My cousin Carlo pooped in the baby pool when he was 2 years old, and it sent all the kids running to their parents, petrified. Now he is 20 and doing well in school, heading the debating team and doing social work. Maybe he's helping kids not to poop in baby pools?
Me and Wyson. When I got lonely, I would just take a jeep to Wyson's house and she would cheer me up. With a song she learned to play on the guitar, with a funny story about her dad or mom, or with a joke about how my hair sucked. The last time we got together was in December. We had a few drinks and hung out at Gateway, and promised to still give the finger to the world.
And so I resolve to daydream until this ugh feeling goes away.
I have a bank of happy thoughts that go back to my childhood.
So let me think my way back to happiness with random memories.
My toy Totoy. He's not with me anymore; I gave it to my friend Kat. But he made me the happiest woman in the world when I was 23. And I swear when I go back in December I will get him back and we will have a blast!
Valentine's day at the local gaybar with the Pinks. How about guys in thongs dancing to Mickey?
That looong karaoke date with Ria back in 2005. We rented a whole room at Music 21 on Jupiter Street, and we had shitloads of Red Horse and pika pika, from 9 PM to 6 in the morning. It was like a whole shift. I finished my meager salary on that fateful night. We welcomed the morning with a bottle of Chocolait from 7-11, and headed home unbelieveably tired, but happy.
Karaoke with the very best of Kiko Machine at Nard's, a small bar on Panay Avenue. I crawled back to the ELJ building to have a pa-morningan snack of goto, but I created my own goto in the toilet by throwing up everything I had eaten that day. The guys got me a cab and upon reaching home, our maid pushed me to the toilet, where I submerged myself in a big drum. I woke up naked in my own bed and had to come up with a stupid explanation to Mama Becky. One that would not make her NOT proud of her first born.
Slapshock groupie days. We followed a group of up and coming rockstars around Metro Manila, and it has got to be the most embarrassing period in my teenage life. We had to go through a lot to survive their gigs. We were tear gassed by security. Nikko drove on ESDA without a head - we all had to duck in the car so the band wouldn't see us stalking them. I brought Zoe (she was 5 then) to a gig and made her sing Agent Orange in front of Jamir. Then she got scared of Jamir's orange hair and Dahlsim-like body and started crying.
Beach holidays with my family. My aunts and uncles and cousins are crazy fun. I hope we can all get together some day for a big outing. My cousin Carlo pooped in the baby pool when he was 2 years old, and it sent all the kids running to their parents, petrified. Now he is 20 and doing well in school, heading the debating team and doing social work. Maybe he's helping kids not to poop in baby pools?
Me and Wyson. When I got lonely, I would just take a jeep to Wyson's house and she would cheer me up. With a song she learned to play on the guitar, with a funny story about her dad or mom, or with a joke about how my hair sucked. The last time we got together was in December. We had a few drinks and hung out at Gateway, and promised to still give the finger to the world.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Everyday - Barbies Cradle
This is probably my favorite Barbie's Cradle song.
And it's probably the only Christian song I am fond of.
The music video is very simple.
A walk through the Pahiyas Festival in Quezon Province.
Momzi took us there in 2005. It was fun. Lotsa colorful stuff hung on houses' windows, sweets and knick knacks you can buy from stands just outside the church.
Friday, September 18, 2009
My iPod does not disappoint.
I have been carrying it around in the car, plugging it on in the flat and everywhere else.
The songs in it are at least four years old.
But the lyrics sound fresh.
So I sing along to my favorite songs.
"No you won't find me I'm going MIA.
Tonight I'm leaving going MIA.
Getting lost in you is so much better than being numb."
-MIA, Foo Fighters
"Here comes the sun in the form of a girl
She's defined as the sweetest thing in the world
Uhuh, we're going to heaven tonight."
-Heaven Tonight, Hole
"A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better."
-A Friend in Need, Placebo
"Me and my girls we aren't stressing out,
We ain't brids, we ain't heading south."
Fighting Temptation, Missy Elliott / Beyonce Knowles
"When youre searching your soul
When youre searching for pleasure
How often, pain is all you find
But when youre coasting along and nobodys trying too hard
You can turn around and like where you are."
-When I'm Thinking About You, The Sundays
"And you're consuming me violently
And your reverence shamelessly tempting me
Who sent this maniac?
'Cause I never had this taste in the past
Oh you're different, you're different from the former
Like a fresh battery, I'm energized by you."
-New, No Doubt
"When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Don't take offense, better make amends
Rip it all to shreds and let it go."
-When I Grow Up, Garbage
"I remember running through the wet grass
And falling a step behind
Both of us never tiring
Desperately wanting."
-Desperately Wanting, Better Than Ezra
"Oi lienda
Bella che fa?
Bonita, bonita que tal?
But belle
Je ne comprend pas francais
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way."
-Belle, Jack Johnson
"There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving."
-Better Together, Jack Johnson
I have been carrying it around in the car, plugging it on in the flat and everywhere else.
The songs in it are at least four years old.
But the lyrics sound fresh.
So I sing along to my favorite songs.
"No you won't find me I'm going MIA.
Tonight I'm leaving going MIA.
Getting lost in you is so much better than being numb."
-MIA, Foo Fighters
"Here comes the sun in the form of a girl
She's defined as the sweetest thing in the world
Uhuh, we're going to heaven tonight."
-Heaven Tonight, Hole
"A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better."
-A Friend in Need, Placebo
"Me and my girls we aren't stressing out,
We ain't brids, we ain't heading south."
Fighting Temptation, Missy Elliott / Beyonce Knowles
"When youre searching your soul
When youre searching for pleasure
How often, pain is all you find
But when youre coasting along and nobodys trying too hard
You can turn around and like where you are."
-When I'm Thinking About You, The Sundays
"And you're consuming me violently
And your reverence shamelessly tempting me
Who sent this maniac?
'Cause I never had this taste in the past
Oh you're different, you're different from the former
Like a fresh battery, I'm energized by you."
-New, No Doubt
"When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Don't take offense, better make amends
Rip it all to shreds and let it go."
-When I Grow Up, Garbage
"I remember running through the wet grass
And falling a step behind
Both of us never tiring
Desperately wanting."
-Desperately Wanting, Better Than Ezra
"Oi lienda
Bella che fa?
Bonita, bonita que tal?
But belle
Je ne comprend pas francais
So you'll have to speak to me
Some other way."
-Belle, Jack Johnson
"There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving."
-Better Together, Jack Johnson
weird movie
I just saw the weirdest movie. Two successful women try to get male prostitutes at a bar. They take one guy each back to their place and do their thing. So in the morning they pay the guys and the guys get insulted. It turns out the guys are regular Joes grabbing a beer at the local joint. They're new in town and looking for jobs. So they storm off mad and disillusioned. But back at the motel where they're checked in, they decide they need the money. So they go back, take the wad of cash, and eventually camp out in the girls' backyard, sleeping with the girls on a daily basis and sort of dating them. Things get sour when the men feel insecure because they couldn't match the girls' finances and lifestyles. And I don't even want to know the rest of the story. I got bored.
Penis Enlargement, Sushi. You Know, Stuff.
This week was eventful all right. But it's no biggie. I would rather focus on the tiny details that I sort of overlooked because of one single event, and see if they make sense. Even if they don't, they're totally better than whatchamacallit.
Things like...
Roy's status message said he doesn't need penis enlargement. Ok he didn't really have to announce that. I lost my appetite. That is NOT a sexy thing to say and it would NOT get him any cookie.
I lent a stranger thousands of dirhams and would get the money back on Sunday. But asked her to leave her watch with me just in case. You can never be sure. I don't like the feeling of not being able to trust, but we arrived at a compromise and the watch is sitting on my bedside table.
Everyone on Facebook thought my birthday was yesterday. They sent warm greetings and their comments about my 27th birthday photo made me happy. :)
www.rta.ae/virtualtransport ---> uses Second Life Technology. A virtual tour of the Metro takes you through the station halls and on the train. And you can actually choose your character. Not bad.
Guillaume and his old pictures. He looked like a character straight out of That's Entertainment. That cracked me up!!! And to think those pictures were taken not long ago.
Fiona Apple, Dido, Nina Pearson, Gwen Stefani. Why did they have to write those songs????
Bret McKenzie is actually cute. Weedy cute.
I am going to give Momzi a Moroccan bath for his birthday. Ok I'm not going to put on my scrubbing gloves and run it up and down his ass. I am going to pay someone to do it. And no, it's not a macho exotic dancer. It's a Pinay I met who's been doing Moroccan baths for decades, and she's giving me a discount. Bonus - home service.
My best friend is in London, doing the very thing that destroys her. It's a viscious cycle. I don't know how to talk her out of it. If she gets tired, good. If she doesn't, I probably will.
The pig is staring at me in its cool green shades. No, pig, I will not make out with you. Not today. I arranged the toys I bought from Kenya and I threw in the pig in the pile, and I swear at this very second the giraffe is sniffing its butt.
Brian and Miss China. Things are not going great, apparently. But ok let's give the man a break.
I read my old journals. I realized how interesting my life has been, especialy in Dubai. I went through some of the longest entries and thought, "How the hell did that happen to me?" It's always awesome to read diaries. I would probably start writing my autobiography.
Or not yet. Not interesting enough.
Fridge and cupboard staples include Nesvita (rich in fiber, great taste), papaya slices, apples, chips, coffee, oats, tuna, chocolate and big bottle of champagne waiting to be popped. Like the troubled, angst-ridden school girl's cherry.
Sushi and sake last night. The Sushi Bar beats BentoYa. It's the freshest, most authentic thing in the world. The hot sake sliding down my throat paired with a nicely cut piece of salmon sashimi is officially better than spooning.
Do the Japanese think about spooning? Obviously not, they've got enough sushi over there.
Things like...
Roy's status message said he doesn't need penis enlargement. Ok he didn't really have to announce that. I lost my appetite. That is NOT a sexy thing to say and it would NOT get him any cookie.
I lent a stranger thousands of dirhams and would get the money back on Sunday. But asked her to leave her watch with me just in case. You can never be sure. I don't like the feeling of not being able to trust, but we arrived at a compromise and the watch is sitting on my bedside table.
Everyone on Facebook thought my birthday was yesterday. They sent warm greetings and their comments about my 27th birthday photo made me happy. :)
www.rta.ae/virtualtransport ---> uses Second Life Technology. A virtual tour of the Metro takes you through the station halls and on the train. And you can actually choose your character. Not bad.
Guillaume and his old pictures. He looked like a character straight out of That's Entertainment. That cracked me up!!! And to think those pictures were taken not long ago.
Fiona Apple, Dido, Nina Pearson, Gwen Stefani. Why did they have to write those songs????
Bret McKenzie is actually cute. Weedy cute.
I am going to give Momzi a Moroccan bath for his birthday. Ok I'm not going to put on my scrubbing gloves and run it up and down his ass. I am going to pay someone to do it. And no, it's not a macho exotic dancer. It's a Pinay I met who's been doing Moroccan baths for decades, and she's giving me a discount. Bonus - home service.
My best friend is in London, doing the very thing that destroys her. It's a viscious cycle. I don't know how to talk her out of it. If she gets tired, good. If she doesn't, I probably will.
The pig is staring at me in its cool green shades. No, pig, I will not make out with you. Not today. I arranged the toys I bought from Kenya and I threw in the pig in the pile, and I swear at this very second the giraffe is sniffing its butt.
Brian and Miss China. Things are not going great, apparently. But ok let's give the man a break.
I read my old journals. I realized how interesting my life has been, especialy in Dubai. I went through some of the longest entries and thought, "How the hell did that happen to me?" It's always awesome to read diaries. I would probably start writing my autobiography.
Or not yet. Not interesting enough.
Fridge and cupboard staples include Nesvita (rich in fiber, great taste), papaya slices, apples, chips, coffee, oats, tuna, chocolate and big bottle of champagne waiting to be popped. Like the troubled, angst-ridden school girl's cherry.
Sushi and sake last night. The Sushi Bar beats BentoYa. It's the freshest, most authentic thing in the world. The hot sake sliding down my throat paired with a nicely cut piece of salmon sashimi is officially better than spooning.
Do the Japanese think about spooning? Obviously not, they've got enough sushi over there.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I'm getting a crash course on how to use the PD camera at work.
Tomorrow my colleague is filming in a ladies' salon and they obviously don't allow men inside. Meaning all the cameramen are crossed out for the shoot.
And for the first time, I will be doing the camera work.
I love it.
I remember when I studied production in college.
I looooved being in front of the camera.
My classmates took advantage of that fact and assigned me to really weird roles.
When we did a short film, I played the ghost.
When we did a mock-up TV series, I was a lesbian delivery girl.
When we did a TV drama, I was Satan disguised as a nun.
But I also learned to be behind the scenes, and one of the things I enjoyed was handling the gigantic, almost-obsolete studio camera.
And I loved assuming the role of floor director.
I just basically told people what to do and sat back and relaxed.
So yeah I'm excited for the shoot.
I'm a little rusty after five years, I must admit.
But it's worth a try.
Something new. :)
Tomorrow my colleague is filming in a ladies' salon and they obviously don't allow men inside. Meaning all the cameramen are crossed out for the shoot.
And for the first time, I will be doing the camera work.
I love it.
I remember when I studied production in college.
I looooved being in front of the camera.
My classmates took advantage of that fact and assigned me to really weird roles.
When we did a short film, I played the ghost.
When we did a mock-up TV series, I was a lesbian delivery girl.
When we did a TV drama, I was Satan disguised as a nun.
But I also learned to be behind the scenes, and one of the things I enjoyed was handling the gigantic, almost-obsolete studio camera.
And I loved assuming the role of floor director.
I just basically told people what to do and sat back and relaxed.
So yeah I'm excited for the shoot.
I'm a little rusty after five years, I must admit.
But it's worth a try.
Something new. :)
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Decisions.
When did you last make a big decision?
I made mine not very long ago.
It was a gamble.
It was not wrong though.
It's just something that I had to do.
Before it was too late.
And even though it really was, I think there's something good that will come out of it.
It's not going to be easy.
My mother said nothing is ever going to be easy.
Even over-easy eggs aren't that easy to make.
And it doesn't feel like I am back to square one.
It feels like I travelled a million miles and there is no turning back.
There's time for grief and lots of thinking.
Ok, I am doing just that.
And even though there are questions that cannot be answered, there's always another option.
Swallow the truth.
Swallow it until it goes down my system and leaves my system.
Fill the gaps with things that make me happy.
Like good books, and karaoke.
Or first dates.
Or emails from Manila.
Or swimming. Jogging.
Or sleeping.
And maybe somewhere around the corner something good is waiting for me.
I just need a day.
A whole day to rest my heart and mind.
To pray.
To go back to being my happy self.
When did you last make a big decision?
I made mine not very long ago.
It was a gamble.
It was not wrong though.
It's just something that I had to do.
Before it was too late.
And even though it really was, I think there's something good that will come out of it.
It's not going to be easy.
My mother said nothing is ever going to be easy.
Even over-easy eggs aren't that easy to make.
And it doesn't feel like I am back to square one.
It feels like I travelled a million miles and there is no turning back.
There's time for grief and lots of thinking.
Ok, I am doing just that.
And even though there are questions that cannot be answered, there's always another option.
Swallow the truth.
Swallow it until it goes down my system and leaves my system.
Fill the gaps with things that make me happy.
Like good books, and karaoke.
Or first dates.
Or emails from Manila.
Or swimming. Jogging.
Or sleeping.
And maybe somewhere around the corner something good is waiting for me.
I just need a day.
A whole day to rest my heart and mind.
To pray.
To go back to being my happy self.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I propose a toast.
To life.
To the things that make us alive.
To the people who make us alive.
To the good and bad times.
To health.
To dreams.
To the future.
To the past.
To the present.
To the end of fear.
To friends.
To love.
To belief.
To beauty.
To peace.
To everything and everyone that matters.
And the rest can go to hell.
Cheers!
To life.
To the things that make us alive.
To the people who make us alive.
To the good and bad times.
To health.
To dreams.
To the future.
To the past.
To the present.
To the end of fear.
To friends.
To love.
To belief.
To beauty.
To peace.
To everything and everyone that matters.
And the rest can go to hell.
Cheers!
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
I keep on opening the Bible to read these verses from Corinthians 13. They're beautiful. They're a source of strength. Even a person who cannot be bothered with religion would agree that the words in the Holy Book sums up true love. I read it all the time. When I was a teenager I read it at weddings, because I was too young to be one of the bride's maids and too old to be a flower girl. And my awkward age caused me to be familiar with the verse. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be those words.
Love is a beautiful thing. It is not Sex and the City. It is not Why Men Marry Bitches. It's not He's Just Not That Into You. It's not even the Unbearable Lightness of Being. It not any of those books. It is greater than anything one can ever feel or experience.
Love is not a game, where one person has to win and the other surrenders. Nor is it a formula for finally getting your white dress and your happily ever after. It's not a dough that you can mold into something. If it starts to grow in you, you have no choice but to heed its call. The beginning isn't always nice and sunny. And I have faith that with a sturdy pair of shoes and enough belief, love can walk through anything. Even a warzone. Or a road full of dog poop. Or the Atlantic Ocean. Or the deserts of Dubai.
So help me Love.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
I keep on opening the Bible to read these verses from Corinthians 13. They're beautiful. They're a source of strength. Even a person who cannot be bothered with religion would agree that the words in the Holy Book sums up true love. I read it all the time. When I was a teenager I read it at weddings, because I was too young to be one of the bride's maids and too old to be a flower girl. And my awkward age caused me to be familiar with the verse. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be those words.
Love is a beautiful thing. It is not Sex and the City. It is not Why Men Marry Bitches. It's not He's Just Not That Into You. It's not even the Unbearable Lightness of Being. It not any of those books. It is greater than anything one can ever feel or experience.
Love is not a game, where one person has to win and the other surrenders. Nor is it a formula for finally getting your white dress and your happily ever after. It's not a dough that you can mold into something. If it starts to grow in you, you have no choice but to heed its call. The beginning isn't always nice and sunny. And I have faith that with a sturdy pair of shoes and enough belief, love can walk through anything. Even a warzone. Or a road full of dog poop. Or the Atlantic Ocean. Or the deserts of Dubai.
So help me Love.
There are things that I really don't understand.
I wish they could be explained to me truthfully and clearly.
If that happened, my zits would surely go away and I would have the best sleep in a long time.
It really takes time to build trust when things start to go deeper than intended.
Well, I am building it, brick by brick.
The only way it will crumble is if someone burned it down to the ground.
So what? I'll build it again. But I need a hand.
I wish they could be explained to me truthfully and clearly.
If that happened, my zits would surely go away and I would have the best sleep in a long time.
It really takes time to build trust when things start to go deeper than intended.
Well, I am building it, brick by brick.
The only way it will crumble is if someone burned it down to the ground.
So what? I'll build it again. But I need a hand.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I have a zit.
It's big and black and it sits right beside my mouth.
It's annoying.
It's nowhere near dry and it's not going anywhere until who knows when.
I hate zits.
I get all stressed out over one and it only leads to more zits.
Zits suck.
They multiply and they happily camp out on my skin like Facebook friends.
Mama Becky used to tell me that my zits would go away.
I had a mild case of acne when I was a teenager and it sent my self-esteem down the hill.
They did go away after a few sessions at the dermatologist's office.
As did the self-esteem issues, but it made me dread zits forever and ever and ever!
Having a zit makes me want to curl up and die in a dark corner.
Well not really.
Maybe just curl up on the sofa, tucked in a cozy blanket while watching a funny movie or series.
Waiting for benzoyl peroxide to do its magic.
It's big and black and it sits right beside my mouth.
It's annoying.
It's nowhere near dry and it's not going anywhere until who knows when.
I hate zits.
I get all stressed out over one and it only leads to more zits.
Zits suck.
They multiply and they happily camp out on my skin like Facebook friends.
Mama Becky used to tell me that my zits would go away.
I had a mild case of acne when I was a teenager and it sent my self-esteem down the hill.
They did go away after a few sessions at the dermatologist's office.
As did the self-esteem issues, but it made me dread zits forever and ever and ever!
Having a zit makes me want to curl up and die in a dark corner.
Well not really.
Maybe just curl up on the sofa, tucked in a cozy blanket while watching a funny movie or series.
Waiting for benzoyl peroxide to do its magic.
I'm Short, You're A Jerk
What's up world, I'm 5 foot 2!
I know I am a little on the short side, but short people have the right to get a story without being stampede victims.
Together with burly middle-aged journalists, I chased a government official around a hypermarket in the capital, and I got pushed around in the crowd.
Someone actually pushed me and sent me flying the the dairy section.
Despite the fact that I barely slept and I was still buzzed from last evening's wine and whining, I kept my composure and told myself that those people were not worth my attention.
So before I could collide with the labans and cheeses, I gracefully glided across the aisle with a smile.
I still got a story. Two soundbytes, lots of vox pops and a short piece to camera.
Without harming anyone or throwing a fit.
And as for those giants, they can stick their stories up their hairy asses.
Jerks.
I know I am a little on the short side, but short people have the right to get a story without being stampede victims.
Together with burly middle-aged journalists, I chased a government official around a hypermarket in the capital, and I got pushed around in the crowd.
Someone actually pushed me and sent me flying the the dairy section.
Despite the fact that I barely slept and I was still buzzed from last evening's wine and whining, I kept my composure and told myself that those people were not worth my attention.
So before I could collide with the labans and cheeses, I gracefully glided across the aisle with a smile.
I still got a story. Two soundbytes, lots of vox pops and a short piece to camera.
Without harming anyone or throwing a fit.
And as for those giants, they can stick their stories up their hairy asses.
Jerks.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I am crazy about Flight of the Conchords.
They're actually my new heroes now.
It used to be Ali G, and then Peter and Stewie Griffin, and then Michael Scott.
Now Bret and Jemaine have caught my attention and I am addicted.
God I remember my high school years.
I used to collaborate with a number of people to write songs.
Mostly with Nikko, who is by the way (ahem ahem) a lawyer now.
Congrats Nildy.
Ok and then there's Fifi.
I remember this rap song that we wrote.
Well, re-wrote. It was our version of Humanap Ka ng Panget.
It was called Humanap ka ng Gatas.
It's about breastfeeding an ugly baby that was so hungry when it was still a fetus that it ate up its mom's placenta.
We performed it in front of the whole batch on Sophomore Day, when the guest performers didn't show up.
Man, we were great fillers.
And then there's Izza. We wrote a song about meeting a princess and eating Snaku with her.
And then another one about salted eggs in Pateros. Ooookay.
That was way out of this world.
We weren't even smoking anything then.
I was so psyched by Flight of the Conchords that I rummaged through my old stuff under my bed and found the Lulubhelle Morayta CD.
It was a bunch of songs that Nikko and I recorded when we were in third year high school.
We skipped our big chemistry quiz so we could stalk our prom dates, and afterwards, if I remember correctly, we went to her house and decided to legendize Lulubhelle Morayta.
So we recorded 15 tracks using her portable CD player/recorder, in her room.
I listened to the whole thing in the car on my way to work on Thursday, and it cracked me up.
The songs were about falling in love with our teachers, falling in love with our prom dates, falling in love with a house boy, falling in love and falling out of love again.
And we didn't even know how to make out then.
I would probably deny to have written some of the songs if it wouldn't make people laugh.
But they would. Sherry cracked up when she listened to Corn Bits, the rap song I wrote.
I honestly believed I could be a female Snoop Dogg.
Anyway I miss Nikko and her second voice, eventhough she always overpowered my voice and hers always seemed to sound like the main one.
I miss Izza and her lyrics.
And Fifi and her ideas.
But Fifi's right here with me so maybe I don't miss her all that much.
I miss her Betty Boop hairline though.
Too bad she discovered the joys of threading somewhere between college and her early career.
I probably don't have the knack to write such songs anymore, which is why Bret and Jemaine are so awesome. They've been doing this stuff since college and now they're over 30 and can still rock the house.
We used to do that a lot. I swear when I go back home I am going to let everyone listen to the CD. I'm not sure if they'll still find it funny, but for sure I'm going to crack up again.
And maybe this time we'll be smoking something.
They're actually my new heroes now.
It used to be Ali G, and then Peter and Stewie Griffin, and then Michael Scott.
Now Bret and Jemaine have caught my attention and I am addicted.
God I remember my high school years.
I used to collaborate with a number of people to write songs.
Mostly with Nikko, who is by the way (ahem ahem) a lawyer now.
Congrats Nildy.
Ok and then there's Fifi.
I remember this rap song that we wrote.
Well, re-wrote. It was our version of Humanap Ka ng Panget.
It was called Humanap ka ng Gatas.
It's about breastfeeding an ugly baby that was so hungry when it was still a fetus that it ate up its mom's placenta.
We performed it in front of the whole batch on Sophomore Day, when the guest performers didn't show up.
Man, we were great fillers.
And then there's Izza. We wrote a song about meeting a princess and eating Snaku with her.
And then another one about salted eggs in Pateros. Ooookay.
That was way out of this world.
We weren't even smoking anything then.
I was so psyched by Flight of the Conchords that I rummaged through my old stuff under my bed and found the Lulubhelle Morayta CD.
It was a bunch of songs that Nikko and I recorded when we were in third year high school.
We skipped our big chemistry quiz so we could stalk our prom dates, and afterwards, if I remember correctly, we went to her house and decided to legendize Lulubhelle Morayta.
So we recorded 15 tracks using her portable CD player/recorder, in her room.
I listened to the whole thing in the car on my way to work on Thursday, and it cracked me up.
The songs were about falling in love with our teachers, falling in love with our prom dates, falling in love with a house boy, falling in love and falling out of love again.
And we didn't even know how to make out then.
I would probably deny to have written some of the songs if it wouldn't make people laugh.
But they would. Sherry cracked up when she listened to Corn Bits, the rap song I wrote.
I honestly believed I could be a female Snoop Dogg.
Anyway I miss Nikko and her second voice, eventhough she always overpowered my voice and hers always seemed to sound like the main one.
I miss Izza and her lyrics.
And Fifi and her ideas.
But Fifi's right here with me so maybe I don't miss her all that much.
I miss her Betty Boop hairline though.
Too bad she discovered the joys of threading somewhere between college and her early career.
I probably don't have the knack to write such songs anymore, which is why Bret and Jemaine are so awesome. They've been doing this stuff since college and now they're over 30 and can still rock the house.
We used to do that a lot. I swear when I go back home I am going to let everyone listen to the CD. I'm not sure if they'll still find it funny, but for sure I'm going to crack up again.
And maybe this time we'll be smoking something.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Flight of the Conchords- I'm Not Crying Ep 1
LOL... my favorite line here is
"I'm not crying, it's ust been raining on my face..."
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I never knew online banking was THAT easy!
I am happy with Dubai Bank, really.
They don't have many branches or ATMs, but they keep things simple.
It's my techie phobia that's making me miss a lot of stuff.
There are so many things I can do with my finances, travels, shopping and basically my whole life if I just had the courage to comprehend technology.
It's not beyond my cranial capacity.
I just have to be desperate enough to try it out.
I am happy with Dubai Bank, really.
They don't have many branches or ATMs, but they keep things simple.
It's my techie phobia that's making me miss a lot of stuff.
There are so many things I can do with my finances, travels, shopping and basically my whole life if I just had the courage to comprehend technology.
It's not beyond my cranial capacity.
I just have to be desperate enough to try it out.
My friend worked in a kind of company where the boss's wife had a say in everything, and according to my friend she was a real bitch.
She never really updated me on the kind of stuff she had to deal with, but I could tell that the bitch was giving her lots of shit.
And then she emailed me saying her fiancee threw an "I Hate My Boss's Wife" party for her.
Complete with party hats.
That is awesome.
It's one of the sweetest things a man could do for the woman he loves.
It's not about the party really.
It's a very creative and fun way to show her that he is actually listening to her.
That he actually understands and sympathizes.
That it pains him to see the woman he loves suffering in the hands of a someone who's not even significant in her life.
The party was small and simple. The hats were handmade (markers), but the thought is way out of this world and it is definitely what counts.
She sent me a picture, and I am tempted to post it on my blog.
But she said to hold it until she gets permission from her colleagues.
LOL.
She got a new job by the way. Good for her.
She never really updated me on the kind of stuff she had to deal with, but I could tell that the bitch was giving her lots of shit.
And then she emailed me saying her fiancee threw an "I Hate My Boss's Wife" party for her.
Complete with party hats.
That is awesome.
It's one of the sweetest things a man could do for the woman he loves.
It's not about the party really.
It's a very creative and fun way to show her that he is actually listening to her.
That he actually understands and sympathizes.
That it pains him to see the woman he loves suffering in the hands of a someone who's not even significant in her life.
The party was small and simple. The hats were handmade (markers), but the thought is way out of this world and it is definitely what counts.
She sent me a picture, and I am tempted to post it on my blog.
But she said to hold it until she gets permission from her colleagues.
LOL.
She got a new job by the way. Good for her.
My first trip on the Metro was all right.
It was like everyone was on acid.
I've never seen train passengers get so hyped up.
There was a whole family in red holding red balloons, because they were gliding through the Red Line, and it was the mom's birthday.
Some people worked their way to the front of the train (nudging me, shoving their armpits in my face) to get a good view of Dubai by night.
Others sat still but looked giddy and smiled all throughout the trip, as if they wanted to scream but thought it was better to keep the excitement to themselves.
I wanted to do a walk-through piece to camera on the train, but I couldn't possibly walk while it was moving, because the ride was a bit bumpy and I was wearing high heels, as instructed by my producer.
We thought there was a press conference after the ride.
But it was just a ride. A joy ride. More like an ecstasy ride.
I'm glad people didn't get around to giving each other free hugs.
Or feeling each other up.
The trip had a different effect on me.
Or I was taking a different drug.
It gave me a nostalgic high.
It reminded me of Metro Manila's MRT and my turbulent days after stepping out of college.
My first job interview at an advertising company was made possible by a 10-peso Cubao-Ortigas MRT ride.
It wasn't a good one though.
I kicked ass during the interview but failed a trick exam, the one with squares inside cirlces and dots inside ovals and you have to choose from a, b, c, or d the best shape that completes the pattern.
The boss said he would still hire me if I didn't get a boyfriend.
So I left the jerk in his office without saying a word, and my day would have sucked if I had to take the bus all the way back home.
But I didn't have to.
MRT saved my day.
What a stupid flashback.
It was like everyone was on acid.
I've never seen train passengers get so hyped up.
There was a whole family in red holding red balloons, because they were gliding through the Red Line, and it was the mom's birthday.
Some people worked their way to the front of the train (nudging me, shoving their armpits in my face) to get a good view of Dubai by night.
Others sat still but looked giddy and smiled all throughout the trip, as if they wanted to scream but thought it was better to keep the excitement to themselves.
I wanted to do a walk-through piece to camera on the train, but I couldn't possibly walk while it was moving, because the ride was a bit bumpy and I was wearing high heels, as instructed by my producer.
We thought there was a press conference after the ride.
But it was just a ride. A joy ride. More like an ecstasy ride.
I'm glad people didn't get around to giving each other free hugs.
Or feeling each other up.
The trip had a different effect on me.
Or I was taking a different drug.
It gave me a nostalgic high.
It reminded me of Metro Manila's MRT and my turbulent days after stepping out of college.
My first job interview at an advertising company was made possible by a 10-peso Cubao-Ortigas MRT ride.
It wasn't a good one though.
I kicked ass during the interview but failed a trick exam, the one with squares inside cirlces and dots inside ovals and you have to choose from a, b, c, or d the best shape that completes the pattern.
The boss said he would still hire me if I didn't get a boyfriend.
So I left the jerk in his office without saying a word, and my day would have sucked if I had to take the bus all the way back home.
But I didn't have to.
MRT saved my day.
What a stupid flashback.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Flight of the Conchords Ep 4 Sello Tape
Stick it together with the tape of looooove.... the sticky stuff. Hahahahhahaha!
Monday, September 07, 2009
Tell me all your secrets
And I'll tell you no lies
Ask me all your questions
I've got nothing to hide
I'll hold your hand and pack my bags
Won't even think twice
Just to be with you I'd go a thousand miles
I'll never wake you early
On a holiday
I'll never call you up
If I've got nothing to say
But I'll always let you kiss me
'Round everyone
And you won't have to look for me
You know I won't run
And I'll tell you no lies
Ask me all your questions
I've got nothing to hide
I'll hold your hand and pack my bags
Won't even think twice
Just to be with you I'd go a thousand miles
I'll never wake you early
On a holiday
I'll never call you up
If I've got nothing to say
But I'll always let you kiss me
'Round everyone
And you won't have to look for me
You know I won't run
Sunday, September 06, 2009
I am always lost for words when I am in front of someone I truly love and respect. I always don't get my message across. I try too hard to say something in the best way possible. When we are face to face, I stammer and look down and eventually dismiss everything with a joke and a kiss. And at this point I don't think he knows how much I love him.
He makes me happy. He really does. I may not verbalize it, but I am sure that he feels it. Whatever it is that I feel inside is so strong that it is impossible for him not to sense it. It is out there, shamelessly screaming at the universe.
This is one of the rarest moments in my life where I have stripped myself of selfishness. I just want to give and understand and love. And doing all this for him makes me even happier. Whatever happens, as long as he is still willing to continue, I will stand by my man all the way.
I am proud of him. I am. I believe in what he does and the endless possibilities that his talent can bring. He has dreams that are high up there, and he is on his way to achieving them. And I am honored to watch them come true, to see the action unfold.
According to John Gray's Men Are From Mars, Women are from Venus, men sometimes need to "retreat into their caves" when they are stressed. This could mean they would like to spend time alone while determing a solution to a problem, or simply spend time with friends to destress. They will eventually come out, feeling much better and more capable of taking care of their women.
When he comes out of his cave, he knows where to find me. I am just in the next cave, getting a facial.
He makes me happy. He really does. I may not verbalize it, but I am sure that he feels it. Whatever it is that I feel inside is so strong that it is impossible for him not to sense it. It is out there, shamelessly screaming at the universe.
This is one of the rarest moments in my life where I have stripped myself of selfishness. I just want to give and understand and love. And doing all this for him makes me even happier. Whatever happens, as long as he is still willing to continue, I will stand by my man all the way.
I am proud of him. I am. I believe in what he does and the endless possibilities that his talent can bring. He has dreams that are high up there, and he is on his way to achieving them. And I am honored to watch them come true, to see the action unfold.
According to John Gray's Men Are From Mars, Women are from Venus, men sometimes need to "retreat into their caves" when they are stressed. This could mean they would like to spend time alone while determing a solution to a problem, or simply spend time with friends to destress. They will eventually come out, feeling much better and more capable of taking care of their women.
When he comes out of his cave, he knows where to find me. I am just in the next cave, getting a facial.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
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