tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255983928527235062024-02-18T18:47:16.173-08:00Keep Out!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-80709178775946795302009-01-09T15:30:00.000-08:002009-01-09T19:26:18.822-08:00MMFF 2008I was able to watch four films from the recent Metro Manila Film Festival, which is an annual tradition in the Philippines. Here's how I rank them, </span><br /><br />1.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Ang Tanging Ina Ninyong Lahat</span></span><br /><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Hilarious. I haven't seen the first one, but it won't matter much. I'm not a big fan of AiAi, and still not, as most of the funny quips from the movie came from Eugene Domingo, who should have a movie of her own. No wonder this topped the box office chart.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost">2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">One Night Only</span></span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Surprisingly a very nice movie. It is well-written, having the "<span style="font-style: italic;">six degrees of separation,</span>" or shall we say sex degrees, concept. Alessandra De Rossi is a stunner. And Manilyn Reynes as a lesbian will surely crack you up! For some reason, I'm somewhat disgusted with Chokoleit and Joross Gamboa. I dunno, maybe the image of Chokoleit performing fellatio to Joross gives me the creeps.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost">3. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Shake, Rattle & Roll X</span></span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>One word: Nieves.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost">4. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Desperadas 2</span></span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Two words: Luga Luda.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span id="fullpost">I refused to watch the other films:</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Magkaibigan</span></span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Two words: Jinggoy Estrada.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Baler</span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Not feeling this one.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">3. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dayo</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUtPt8iR6PwGiXwvLsuW2FiKGU7UTqP3MtErVb3i-8CtY7G_i3xYKR3cpMuZOV1dsjlpuEukc1ZNGBtsRgftkRTpa65l0_M5m93TQJH1JJeqBcbqb8lxXmmPUv4MEm4hRYoGCrQvJw5O6/s1600-h/dayo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUtPt8iR6PwGiXwvLsuW2FiKGU7UTqP3MtErVb3i-8CtY7G_i3xYKR3cpMuZOV1dsjlpuEukc1ZNGBtsRgftkRTpa65l0_M5m93TQJH1JJeqBcbqb8lxXmmPUv4MEm4hRYoGCrQvJw5O6/s320/dayo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289192190744266530" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">4. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Iskul Bukol</span><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Why watch when there's<span style="font-style: italic;"> Eat Bulaga?</span></li></ul><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-15153534951976821752009-01-06T18:43:00.000-08:002009-01-06T18:45:38.798-08:00Just Enjoy!<div style="text-align: justify;">Life is hard, that is true. But for that person who is always whinnying about how hard life is EVERY SINGLE DAY... life is that hard because they make it that hard. Some people are so used to suffering and that's all they expect out of this life. This means they wouldn't know a great thing that comes into their lives if it bit them in the rear and said,<i> "Hi, I'm the best thing to happen to you, so enjoy me!"</i><br /><br />So, next time something great happens to you, don't sit there and QUESTION it...<br /><br /><br /></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-48761058010937839282008-12-27T03:06:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:59:29.359-08:00STRAIGHT GUYS ONLY<div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost"><br />New game! Bunch of guys go into a room, get naked, and stand in front of the television. Then Gay porn is put onto the TV. If you get an erection, you are out of the game. The last person to get an erection wins. He is the "last man not standing!".</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Think it will catch on?</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Though I have a gutsy feeling that LOTS of gay guys will join only to lose in the first 5 seconds and watch, teehee. I never thought losing can be that sweet.</span><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-43680580207208663492008-12-19T10:37:00.000-08:002008-12-19T10:43:53.884-08:00Honesty and Communication and Backhands.<div style="text-align: justify;">A friend of mine said some things and acted a certain way to make another friend of mine feel really bad. I mean, really bad to the point of tears. And it's not the fact that he said too much. No. It's the fact that he doesn't know how to say what he has to say in order to get his point across. Instead, he'll act a certain way to demonstrate his frustrations at not being able to express verbally his thought process.<br /><br />Why is communication so hard for some?<br /><br />I've always believed that the primary things needed in order to establish a well balanced relationship (and this applies to relations within bf/gf, friends, or family) are three things... Honesty, Communication, and Mutual Respect. Simple enough. It's not like I had to take a class on social conduct or on "<em>Human Interactions 101</em>". It's your average, simple common sense. Just like common sense tells you that when your mother gets a new haircut and she asks you how it looks, you're not going to say, "<em>What the heck happened to your head?!?!?!?"</em> Right? No, you need to be sensitive to your mother. Or else, you can expect a nice, swift backhand. At least, in some families, that's the way it works. It upsets me that in this case last night, one guy couldn't give the other guy the benefit of the doubt and trust his persona enough to sit down and explain certain things.<br /><br />I guess it's something that is not easy for everyone.<br /><br />Until recently, the honesty thing is something I like. It's great to be honest with another person... even though honesty can bring things you don't want to hear. But I know that in the end, the truth is what brings forth many more things. And if the truth must hurt, then it'll bring a learning lesson for that situation. I just wish I knew what to say about my two friends. I don't want to be a mediator. In fact, there are a lot of things I don't want to and be like. But recently, I'm finding out that I'm being placed in positions that I've sometimes not wanted to be in.<br /><br /></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-72893082649440842542008-12-19T10:16:00.000-08:002008-12-19T10:19:09.870-08:00Feel<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">fast paced life in a fast paced world</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > inside a head full of nonstop whirls</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > questions lay in the heart will always be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > but never blind that light it is you i see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > from dust and dirt, rags and not riches</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > a mended heart full of tender loving stitches</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > invade my life as if youve never been</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > for truth be told used from my every limb</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > forgive and forgotten is granted mercy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > run never hide, foolishness born inside me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > never satisfying deserved amount of thanks</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > regardless, never ending care and presence</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > blurry the life without the proper leader</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> wisdom for three parts, learned of a teach</span>er</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><b> Thank you for the best gift of my life.<br /><br /><br /></b></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-91575183858587193692008-12-18T03:15:00.000-08:002008-12-18T11:24:26.346-08:00Virgin.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This is my first.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.world4pets.com/catbreeds/persian.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.world4pets.com/catbreeds/persian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Purr.<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-57322410943551767272008-11-26T03:18:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:46:52.298-08:00Disgusting.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost"><br />There is a guy called Marco, not 'lying Marco' or the even more despicable 'slimy Marco', but just regular Marco, no quotes. He is my ex girlfriend's brother, and for most of the year, he lives and works in New York as a soccer coach. He recently obtained a New Yorkian girlfriend called Amanda (and by 'obtained,' I obviously mean 'won the heart of', as opposed to 'purchased at Wal-Mart'), who is very lovely and sent me a giant box of Oreos as a pre-birthday gift. I like Oreos. A lot. Almost as much as robots and Sarah Michelle Gellar. It’s very hard to get Oreos over here, since shops seem to stock them sporadically, and when they do have them, they hide them in the children's clothing aisle, or the fish counter.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">I recently discovered that Oreos that arrive in the Philippines come from China, whereas the American Oreos are manufactured inside the continental United States. This may go someway to explaining the slight difference in taste; what it does not explain is why, after eating any number of Oreos in a day, from one upwards, turns my poo the exact same color as an Oreo. I even did a dietary experiment to make sure it was the Oreos and not a coincidence. It’s the Oreos. I can only hope that my poo doesn't have a creamy center as well.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Gosh, I wish I hadn't typed that.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-11061132698443917002008-11-22T21:33:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:47:47.902-08:00Can't Wait to Kiss<div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost">Sleepy, vaguely overwrought, listening to a love song, thinking of you. Feeling like I’m in a tunnel, and you’re the light at the end of it, the blueness of the sky, infinity and more. I think I could disappear in you, I’m afraid to disappear in you. Everything’s so simple, really. It’s been ages since I believed in anything, I’ve been a pragmatic and intellectual lover, and I’m just ready to fall again.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">So, I’m looking for you. I see you in every face that passes by already. When you stop and smile, I’ll be ready and waiting, and I’ll fall off the side of the Earth again. My friends will be exasperated, they always are. They had such high hopes that I’d stick around and talk about sex or whatever, instead of running off to somewhere completely God-forsaken and gazing into your eyes, or shivering down my spine, holding hands and everything else.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">When I find you, and maybe you are already here, I will give you this letter, and you won’t laugh, you’ll understand, and we’ll marvel at how psychic I am.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">So, if I am pathetic, too bad. This is how I’ve always been, my whole personality is formed in relation to love, in wait for YOU. And we’ll have at least a solid two years before everything goes down the tube, so why not?</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Can’t wait to kiss you.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Love,</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Chris.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-61124265282552599182008-11-21T23:18:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:14:52.635-08:00MOVE OVER BRITNEY SPEARS AND SASHA FIERCE.....<span>Anyone knows her number? I would love to do some business with her. OMFG, she's like so effin' HOT!!! Obama Girl can definitely "barack" me tonight!!!!</span><br /><br /><span>Obama Girl - I Got A Crush... On Obama.</span><br /><br /><center><object height="344" width="425"><param name="" allowscriptaccess="" value="never"><param name="" movie="" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKsoXHYICqU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="" allowfullscreen="" value="true"><embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKsoXHYICqU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></center>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-9801142705261422772008-11-11T01:05:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:14:29.545-08:00SOME REAL GHOST PICTURES AND ANGEL (KATAKOT!!!)<p align="justify"><br />I’m one of them skeptics who don’t believe in ghosts. For me, ghosts are just demons playing tricks on us, playing the game of deception. Demons taking the form of a loved one, a famous person or just some bizarre entity, hoping to instill fear in our minds more powerful that those of God’s.</p><br /><p align="justify">But who can really tell? It’s not like someone died, came to the spirit world – heaven or hell – and then lived again to tell the story. I know we’ve heard stories like that, but most are just I-saw-the-light-oh-god-I’m-dead-but-I’m-alive-again stories, or for most parts, plain hoax.</p><br /><p align="justify"><br />So, here are some ghost pictures I gathered, and yes, they are all real (unless someone cries foul). </p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0336/01.jpg" /></center><p></p><br /><p align="justify"><br />This photo was taken in 1936 at Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England. This portrait of "The Brown Lady" is arguably the most famous and well-regarded ghost photograph ever taken. The ghost is thought to be that of Lady Dorothy Townshend, wife of Charles Townshend, 2nd Viscount of Raynham, residents of Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England in the early 1700s. It was rumored that Dorothy, before her marriage to Charles, had been the mistress of Lord Wharton. Charles suspected Dorothy of infidelity. Although according to legal records she was buried in 1726, it was suspected that the funeral was a sham and that Charles had locked his wife away in a remote corner of the house until her death many years later.</p><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0456/02.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Remember how Archie Bunker liked his recliner so much that he never let anyone else sit in it? Well, ol' Archie doesn't have anything on Lord Combermere. After being ran over by a horse-drawn carriage he died in 1891. A photographer set up a camera with its shutter open for one hour in the manor's library while the entire staff was off at Lord Combermere's funeral, some four miles away. When the plate was developed, the startling image of what looks to be a man's head and arm sitting in the chair was immediately noticed. Many of the staff said that the image looked very much like the late lord, and it happened to be sitting in Combermere's favorite chair in the library.</p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0708/03.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Freddy Jackson was a mechanic in the Royal Air Force in World War I. Freddy Jackson's squadron served onboard the H.M.S. Daedalus. Freddy Jackson was killed in 1919 when an airplane propeller hit him. Two days later when the squadron assembled for a group photo, Freddy Jackson faithfully showed up, grinning behind the ear of a fellow comrade. Guess nobody bothered to tell Freddy Jackson that he was dead. His face was widely recognized in this photo by members of the squadron.</p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0258/04.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Rev. Ralph Hardy, a retired clergyman from White Rock, British Columbia, took this now famous photograph in 1966. He intended merely to photograph the beautiful staircase in the Queen's House section of the National Museum in Greenwich, England. Upon development, however the photo revealed a shrouded figure climbing the stairs, seeming to hold the railing with both hands. Experts, including some from Kodak, who examined the original negative concluded that it had not been tampered with. Its been said that unexplained figures have been seen on occasion in the vicinity of the staircase, and unexplained footsteps have also been heard.</p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0334/05.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />In 1959 Mable Chinnery went to the cemetery to visit the grave of her mother, as any devoted daughter is apt to do. She took some photos of the gravesite and then turned and took this picture of her husband sitting alone in the car's passenger seat. The film was developed and this came out: somebody sitting in the backseat wearing glasses, clear as day. Mrs. Chinnery swore that the "backseat driver" was none other than her own mother... whose gravesite she was standing next to when she took the picture! Mmm... a live husband and a deceased mother-in-law looking over his shoulder: there's a joke here, I just know it.</p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0010/06_6.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Back in 1996 Ike Clanton took this photo of a friend wearing western duds, in the middle of Tombstone's Boothill Graveyard. They swear that nobody else was in sight when they made this picture. Furthermore, some time later they tried to restage this picture with someone standing at the spot where the "mystery man" appears in the background. Ike Clanton says that it was impossible to take such a picture and not show the rear person's legs. Clanton said he wasn't so sure about Tombstone being haunted, but this photo made a believer out of him. There's so much ghostly activity going on in the famous town that Clanton's set up a special section of his website dedicated to Tombstone's population of yesteryear. </p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0928/07.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Almost ten years ago, on November 19th, 1995, Wem Town Hall in Shropshire, England was engulfed in flames and burned to the ground. As firefighters tried to stave off the inferno a town resident, Tony O'Rahilly, took pictures from across the street using a telephoto lens on his camera. There, rather clearly in one of the photos, is what looks very much to be a small girl standing in a doorway, with the brightness of the flames behind her. No one ever remembered there being a small girl present on scene, much less in that close a proximity to the fire. The photo and the original negative were turned over to a photo expert who decided that the picture was 100% authentic: "The negative is a straightforward piece of black-and-white work and shows no sign of having been tampered with." Okay, so what's a girl ghost doing in such a big fire? Well in 1677 a fire destroyed many of Wem’s wooden houses. The fire was said to have been caused by a 14-year old girl named Jane Churm, who had been careless with a candle. Churm died in the fire along with several others, and her ghost is said to still haunt the area. Whether there's such a thing as ghosts or not, it must be said: if this is just a trick, an illusion of smoke and fire that happened to be captured on film, it's a zillion-to-one coincidence that it just so happened to appear in the form of a girl who also died in a terrible fire at the same location. But hey, stranger things than that have happened in this world, right?</p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0346/08_8.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Sent a very nice lady from Ravenna, Ohio, the photo of the front of her home (I cropped this image from a larger photo) was taken by her 14-year old son in early May of 2008 and shows what appears to be a young girl in some sort of blue outfit looking out the window (in lower left and in insert). The woman and her son were the only ones home (she has no other children) and they have no idea who the little girl might be. Notice in particular that the face—and especially the mouth—appears to be somewhat distorted, as though the child has—or had—a deformity (or perhaps as a result of an incomplete manifestation?).</p><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0678/angel-locsin_1.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Angel Locsin (born Angelica Colmenares on April 23, 1985), is a television and film actress, commercial model, film producer and fashion designer in the Philippines. Locsin rose to prominence after being cast as one of the lead stars in the fantasy-themed television series Mulawin in 2004. Soon after, she starred as the superheroine Darna in the TV adaptation of the Mars Ravelo comics. When her contract expired on March 2007, Angel did not renew her contract with GMA Network and signed an exclusive contract with ABS-CBN despite her booming career on the first. Her first project under ABS-CBN was the television series Lobo.</p><br /><p align="justify"><br /><b>Please feel free to object to any of these pictures, if you think some of them are hoaxes and what-nots.Thanks! </b> </p><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-30483835347536695812008-11-07T02:22:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:14:08.908-08:00MAY PAMILYA NA AKO! FINALLY!!!<p align="justify"><br />Yep, you’re totally sane, may family na ako! It’s pretty cool, having kids and all. And I get to make them eat BBQ and stuff... and travel with them and play golf, even look for a perfect pair of shoes!<br /></p><p align="justify"><br />I have a <b>Tamagotchi V5!</b> ^__^<br /><br /></p><center><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0073/2443541919_b8539af56f_o.jpg" /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br />And the other day, my Mametchi (name of my character) went on a dating show and finally found the girl of his dreams, Chantotchi. They went on a date and decided to marry. And now they have two kids. I now have a Mame Family. Here they are:<br /></p><center><br /><br /><img src="http://d.imagehost.org/0446/image002.jpg" /><br /></center><p></p><p align="justify"><br /><br />Yes, they have a pet named Bagubagutchi! He loves jumping up and down on Papametchi’s head. He’s a crazy dog! Here’s some more quirks on my new family.<br /><br /><br />♥ Mametchi is bigger than Chamametchi, and he just loves jumping over her like crazy! And the face that he makes while doing so, funny!<br /><br />♥ They love watching DVD, especially the Tama King DVD. I see their bond level grow up by doing so.<br /><br />♥ Last night, I bought them BBQ for dinner. They hate it. I fed them their usual sushi and crab meal. Eek!<br /><br />♥ I like how they look at the moon and stars before bed, then let the sun shine through their window when they wake up.<br /><br />♥ Chamametchi knows how to use the toilet now! I caught her using it hehe. And as usual, Mametchi scours the fridge for food. I always catch him eating while the fridge door is open!<br /><br />♥ I let them go to TamaTown once and checked out the Haunted House in the carnival. We just earned 10 GPs. I dunno why. They weren’t that scared at all! Stupid!!<br /><br />♥ They have three souvenirs already from traveling: a cat, mermaid, and a fan. I will try to look for more rare items in TamaTown when I have time.<br /><br />♥ They’re a purebred Mame family. But when the little Mametchi grows up, I will experiment more on crossbreeding them. ^__^<br /></p><p align="justify">And that’s my TamaLog for today. I know. I’m such a dork. But I have a real pet though, her name is Koko, and she’s a beautiful Balinese Cat. But I’ll talk more about her some other time.<br /><br /><br /></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-70650610895175872222008-11-06T19:25:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:13:47.373-08:00"LALABASAN KA SA KANYA?"<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I was going home from work yesterday. Nakatabi ko sa jeep ang dalawang lovey-dovey. Nakakatawa sila, I don’t know why, pero para silang nag-eyeball lang hehe. ^__^ So, I was sitting next to them and they’re talking quite loud.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl: Parang gusto ko ng tortang talong.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Boy: Wednesday yata ako.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl: Ay, uwi muna pala tayo.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Boy: Thursday yata.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl: Pero wala yatang gasul.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Boy: Kapag wala?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl: Suntok at tadyak.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Boy: Bili ka na lang.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl: Ikaw manlibre.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Boy: Wala pa ako pera.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl: Ayoko nga. *evil-maldita-horny laugh*</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Boy: Kapag may pera ako, lalabasan kita.</span><br /><br />The last two words uttered caught my not-so-green mind. “Lalabasan kita.” Mmm, what nice, sultry words on this hot and humid late-afternoon. Knowing me, will I let this one pass? No-freaking-Sarah-Palin-way!!!! So when I was about to go down the jeep….<br /><br />Me: Kuya, sa may 7-11 lang po….<br /><br />And then….<br /><br />Me: *looking at his ID* Mr. Mark Joseph Ferrer, lalabasan mo sya? *chuckles* I mean, money, you’re gonna spend money at her? Man, you’re such a good guy! *sabay baba ng mabilis*<br /><br />I admit, that was half less fun that I thought it’d be, but the look on their faces is OWNAGE!!!!<br />I guess that's the new term for sharing and giving nowadays, huh? Imagine all the possibilities...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Lalabasan kita sa Christmas."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Lalabasan kita sa Birthday ko."</span><br /><br />At eto matindi...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Lalabasan kita sa Valentine's Day!" </span>-- Naks, uber sweet! *<span style="font-style: italic;">kilig</span>*<br /><br /></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-53602660638044942592008-11-04T19:49:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:13:19.223-08:00I AM DONNA. FREELUNCH MODEL.<p align="justify">Talagang hindi kinaya ng powers ko ito! I kinda felt bad for whoever Donna is, if that's her real name, but gotta admit this is golden. And reading the comments to that post, lumilitaw na marami na talagang mga balahura na mga pinoy online. Pero who am I to judge, iba talaga ang karakas ni Donna!</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><img style="width: 569px; height: 418px;" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/1827/donnafd8.jpg" /></center><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><b>Here are some of the comments:</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://d.imagehost.org/0534/comments1.jpg" target="_new">CLICK HERE FOR COMMENTS PAGE 1</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.4freeimagehost.com/show.php?i=48845f1e1ea7.jpg" target="_BLANK">CLICK HERE FOR COMMENTS PAGE 2</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.4freeimagehost.com/show.php?i=854c7634074e.jpg" target="_BLANK">CLICK HERE FOR COMMENTS PAGE 3</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.4freeimagehost.com/show.php?i=3f8b8d646fc8.jpg" target="_BLANK">CLICK HERE FOR COMMENTS PAGE 4</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.4freeimagehost.com/show.php?i=8fe875b6b557.jpg" target="_BLANK">CLICK HERE FOR COMMENTS PAGE 5</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.4freeimagehost.com/show.php?i=2bba33803272.jpg" target="_BLANK">CLICK HERE FOR COMMENTS PAGE 6</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.4freeimagehost.com/show.php?i=b4fc7ddb8b40.jpg" target="_BLANK">CLICK HERE FOR COMMENTS PAGE 7</a><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="justify">Disclaimer: Wala po akong kinalaman dito. Natuwa lang talaga ako sa sense of humor ng mga comments, or the lack of respect, or halo-halo na. We are all guilty in our own ways naman sa mga ganitong bagay, so tao lang po. I admit, tawa ako ng tawa nung nabasa ko ito, tapos kinalabit ko pa katabi ko para makita nya at in fairness, tawa rin sya ng tawa, teehee. ^__^ I love you, Donna! </p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-56905685355185679712008-11-02T18:26:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:12:25.473-08:00MAKING LOVE TO AN ELF, MAKE-UP AND KITTENS<div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="shifty4play" author_possessive="shifty4play's"><p align="justify"><b><br /></b></p><p align="justify"><b>Pretty fed up of working now.</b></p> <p align="justify"> I am so fed up of working that making a sandwich seems like a viable solution to brain stimulation. (Try saying that five times quick when you are drunk). I got to get this done by about 4PM today, otherwise, I am mincemeat -- luckily, it is going quite well (meaning: I haven't even started yet). I haven't had any of those irritating <i>"can't find the error for the life of me"</i> moments so far, touch wood.</p> <p align="justify"> After this is done, all that remains for me to do is ride the bus to Market Market and have a nice, relaxing walk to the supermarket to buy canned cat food for Koko -- kickin' back listening to shit on the mall radio and daydreaming about making love to an Elf.</p> <p align="justify"> Then later, I will probably end up talking about robots and Grand Theft Auto while someone talks about make-up and kittens. *evil laughter* How I love stereotypes...</p> <p align="justify"> Anyway, sorry that I left huge gaps in-between blogging, I sure as hell wish I didn't. Before you know it, three or four months have past and you didn't even realize. The problem with having long holidays is, you think you have loads and loads of time to relax and that you can do no work. People like me that think this are naive. Wanna know why? Because about two days before your work is due in, you're still lazing around thinking you have all the time in the world. YES. That sounds so much like me.</p> <p align="justify"> I have a lot of catching up to do here. Until then, au reviour!</p><p align="justify"><br /></p></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-46680123110168953822008-06-03T07:56:00.000-07:002009-01-08T16:10:16.898-08:00Falling<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Twice he had fallen </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span> but this time was his last </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span> the bicycle kept falling </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span> he looked down at his cast </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span> beyond his cast the ground approached </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span> and his eyes began to tear </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span> his heart breathed faster now </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> as the jagged ground grew near</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-45765031173845921302008-05-23T12:58:00.000-07:002009-01-08T16:09:28.188-08:00Yugoslavia<small><br /></small><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><small>A white flower floats on the evening Danube</small><br /><small> And the melody of the passed years requires the memory</small><br /><small> But simple lyrics of our song faded away as flocks of birds</small><br /><small> You leave in the fire </small><br /><small> Without me! Without me! Without me!</small><br /><small> </small><br /><small> <i>For the night in the rain of leads</i></small><br /><small><i> For that I'm not by you</i></small><br /><small><i> You, forgive me</i></small><br /><small><i> For the death in the spring rain</i></small><br /><small><i> For that I wasn't helpful to you</i></small><br /><small><i> You, forgive me</i></small><br /><small> </small><br /><small> You stand on the other shore </small><br /><small> But I never can get to that shore</small><br /><small> A white flower floats on the evening Danube</small><br /><small> And the melody of the passed years requires the memory</small><br /><small> </small><br /><small> <i>For the night in the rain of leads</i></small><br /><small><i> For that I'm not by you</i></small><br /><small><i> You, forgive me</i></small><br /><small><i> For the death in the spring rain</i></small><br /><small><i> For that I wasn't helpful to you</i></small><br /><small><i> You, forgive me<br /><br /><br /></i></small></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-23690741848480607892008-03-28T01:45:00.000-07:002009-01-08T16:05:22.585-08:00A Closed Mouth is Never Heard<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />In my daily life, I encounter many things, many people. People who take the time to get to know me, learn that I am a very open person... open, meaning that I express myself very clearly and I'm not scared to do so. I guess this is my quiddity, what makes me stand out. I come across people who say that its hard to <span style="font-style: italic;">"let people in"</span>... and many times, this is due to the fact that they've been screwed over before by people really close to them. This is a true and valid point. But the way I see it is like this: <span style="font-style: italic;">what do you hold on to by holding on to yourself?</span> In the end, you make an exit and you'll have nothing to show for except what made you YOU and what you said and believed. The way I am now is not the way I always was. I was always very shy, but I learned quickly that <span style="text-decoration: underline;">a closed mouth is never heard</span>. I've learned to be outspoken, to stand for what I believe in, to feel something deeper than the <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >superficiality </span>of this fast-paced world. And yes, this site is deeper than a journal. Traditionally, a journal being the place where you put your words down on.... I dunno, losing your virginity, who your "<span style="font-style: italic;">crush</span>" is, whether or not your day went good... etc. The truth is, for me, every day is a good day. I've learned that with so much corruption in my daily life and surroundings, I have to look at those little good things in every situation I am in. That makes the moment a "<span style="font-style: italic;">my cup is half full</span>" moment. Get what I mean? The need to be inspired by something greater, something positive.... <i>that call</i> is much louder to my ear and drowns out the noise of selfishness and corruption of this life.<br /><br />Yet, there is one thing I hold on to that I'll take to my grave. One tale, one event, one moment in time, one memory, one ... life experience.<br /><br />The other night, I went out with a good friend of mine. Every time I'm around her, it's fun times! We joke, laugh, tell millions and gazillions of stories that really have no relation to anything specifically important in our lives, except the fact that the storytelling moment gets triggered by something we see pass by, something we hear, something we do. So, that night, we decided to go watch a movie. Before that, however, we get some slurpies and we're talking and laughing about stuff. I decided to keep walking around and around until I say, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Hey, lets go back to my old school!</span>" So she says yeah, and we go there. We go to the old field where I sweated out a very long summer. I told stories of the ridiculously hot girl I had a crush on. We exchanged stories of high school events. On the walk back to the movie theater, I passed a specific area, a certain spot. All of a sudden, memories and thoughts came back into my head, and then her story about why she hates a restaurant is easily drowned out and I'm taken back into a time that I've buried deep within myself, never to be told, never to be shared... only expressed by manner of opinions, actions and hence... <i style="font-style: italic;">re</i><span style="font-style: italic;">actions</span>. My sudden quietness and stillness easily shuts her up. After a moment... I almost came to tears.<br /><br />The one thing I will never share, never tell, never expose, was just a mixture of words fueled by emotions of memories waiting to burst out. Yet, I held myself.<br /><br />Why do I even bring this up? Because, well, there is always one thing that will be inside of me.. and no matter how open I am, it will remain undisclosed... my achilles heel. Everything I open up to will be a melody of words to people's ears, and i will continue to write.<br /><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-56123001167050090432008-03-17T09:12:00.000-07:002009-01-08T16:03:51.411-08:00ANG BAYANING LOLA DAIG PA SI SUPERMAN AT WONDER BRA!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kaninang umaga nangati ako...<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyMNvul1LWpWghDAmS4QJEm5HLx9HISA9qtu5CkcC8_sZncJGafZ5shS53zhDWVVHTn8nX1ghwZNuhkjKbyqjeKTlagGz4Ua8UHr6NzBF1iXAx5lpmJrPMnZoj4I9c57zXpAx_MUHqrfq/s1600-h/lola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyMNvul1LWpWghDAmS4QJEm5HLx9HISA9qtu5CkcC8_sZncJGafZ5shS53zhDWVVHTn8nX1ghwZNuhkjKbyqjeKTlagGz4Ua8UHr6NzBF1iXAx5lpmJrPMnZoj4I9c57zXpAx_MUHqrfq/s320/lola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281236318213376818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />....nangati akong mamili ng adapter para micro-SD card ko! So, since walang kwenta CDR-King sa Glorieta at MRT Ayala, punta ako sa Pasay, dun sa jologski na mall dun na may CDR-King din. So sakay ako ng jeep na M. Reyes papunta dun. Nakashorts lang ako at nakalagay sa pocket nun ang pera ko at phone. Apat lang kami sa jeep. Sa harap ko si lola na may hawak na brown na umbrella, ella, ella, ella... to my right naman eh magjowang hindi bagay kasi ang ganda ng girl tapos yung guy... *ahem*.<br /><br />Anyway, may nagtext sakin, so nilabas ko si Nikita (name ng phone ko). Tapos, habang ginagamit ko si Nikita, biglang sinundot ni lola ng umbrella, ella, ella, ella nya yung mama na may jowang pretty. Akala ko kung ano na, yun pala may 500 pesos sa upuan. Sheet, ang bilis ng kamay ko, dakma ko agad yung pera bago pa makuha ng mama na may jowang pretty! Why?!? Eh, sakin yun noh!!! Tapos aangkinin pa dapat ng mama na may jowang pretty buti na lang lola came to the rescue!!! Sabi nya, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Wag mo kunin, sa bata yan! </span>(sabay sundot ulit ng umbrella, ella, ella, ella nya).<br /><br />Haaay, lola, ang nasabi ko lang sa kanya eh isang napakatamis at taos-pusong, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you po</span>!" kasabay ng isang napakaluntiang ngiti. Hehe. Tapos bumaba na si lola, nalungkot ako kasi ang bait nya, baka last na pagkikita na namin yun. May utang na loob ako sa kanya. Kaya lola, magkikita pa tayo, at this time, ako naman tutulong sa iyo! Promise!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tapos wala naman akong napala sa CDR-King dun, puro out of stock!!! Buti na lang inaya ako ni PJ sa Market Market papagupit daw sya. So, sugod naman ako. Ang ganda talaga sa may Market Market parang Subic. Ang ayos. I specifically love the bus system nila. Ang cute!!! bayad muna bago sakay, then may mga shed na nakapila talaga mga tao. Ang ayos! Dami pang cute girls na sumasakay, yihee. So, lakad lakad kami sa Market Market. Tapos nilibre ako ni PJ ng sushi, as in maraming sushi na iba iba, hindi ko naubos. Tapos nagpabili rin ako ng minidonuts na cinnamon (kapal talaga). Eh, nauhaw ako, nagpabili din ako ng Coke. (Maximum level na kakapalan na toh!) Hahaha. Tapos nagpahinga lang ako ng konti sa bahay nila, then kumain ulit, tapos umuwi na ako. Syempre, sakay ulit ako ng my ever-beloved bus sa Market Market. Sarap ng byahe dun.</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLgf2hJS8n4gntzMpKgnp2QoJ2lHGcD6rvtJabvCagDe0JV50QxqIyGw9Ww284ekVIJdAubqHQOO0_7R679kq7HOr7Ey_hxyAP7l1uH_uvq5q1VgunUWRO02KhohPk_hCMTHVxD_qp2BB/s1600-h/cdrking.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLgf2hJS8n4gntzMpKgnp2QoJ2lHGcD6rvtJabvCagDe0JV50QxqIyGw9Ww284ekVIJdAubqHQOO0_7R679kq7HOr7Ey_hxyAP7l1uH_uvq5q1VgunUWRO02KhohPk_hCMTHVxD_qp2BB/s320/cdrking.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281236318721869282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then, I decided to go check out yung CDR-King sa MRT Ayala baka may stock na.. pero daming tao, so dun ako punta sa Park Square na branch. Leche! Panget talaga ng customer service nila!!! Ang bagal tapos may pila, pero bakit hindi sinusunod??? Kasi may guy sa likod ko na nauna pa sakin tapos may sumingit na matanda, ang epal, feeling naman may express pass sya sa pila?!? Eto namang saleslady nasisindak, pinapagbigyan yung mga singit. Sheet, hindi puede yan noh!! Kaya sabi ko, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Excuse me, do you think it's fair that he gets to buy whatever you call that when I actually got here first?</span>" HAHAHA. Wala nasabi yung saleslady. Tapos yung mama kapal talaga deadma lang!!! Tapos sabay walk out na ako pero sinabi ko muna, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Bibili pa naman sana ako ng maraming maraming CD!!!!</span>" Hahaha. pati yung mga nasa likod ko na line nag alisan din, oha oha!! Convincing power lang talaga! =)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Pero the best pa rin si Lola... I LOVE YOU LOLA!!!</span><br /></span></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-46136220214090482582008-03-16T07:46:00.000-07:002009-01-08T16:01:54.413-08:00Hay Nako, Kaasar Yung Bading Na Yun!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGspYyN5po3exX7aBh2wLzzQA2ZKntED_oNEsfMUomAgYnrB47mvoI61pbdwSJpkuwKoKVYhswhlEjEbvICMwTOlvsY-i0hsKrp-z8S7dB-IU2QNL27camXgJtf1KG-gDjdrKM3AA5pPp/s1600-h/bench.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGspYyN5po3exX7aBh2wLzzQA2ZKntED_oNEsfMUomAgYnrB47mvoI61pbdwSJpkuwKoKVYhswhlEjEbvICMwTOlvsY-i0hsKrp-z8S7dB-IU2QNL27camXgJtf1KG-gDjdrKM3AA5pPp/s320/bench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281228252627358338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kanina kasi nagpunta ako ng Glorieta. Aba! At puro sale yata ngayon... bumili ako sa Bench, tapos natuwa ako sa saleslady kaya nahikayat nya ako kumuha ng "loyalty card". Ok pala yung rewards program na yun kasi yung point system eh 1 is to 1. Meaning, kanina naka 971 pesos ako, so naka-earn din ako ng 971 points! Astig! Kaso hindi pa malinaw kung ano makukuha ko sa mga points na yon?!? Toinkz!<br /><br />Anyway, after nun, sugod ako sa Mossimo. Aba, daming tao! In fairness, mabenta si Pareng Mossimo. <span style="font-style: italic;">Heh</span>. Namili ako, pero bakit ganun? Diosmiyo, iba yung tag price! Napasubo tuloy ako kasi ang mahal pala! Pero hindi yan ang highlight ng pamimili ko sa Mossimo. Sheet, yung bading sa dressing room nakakaasar. Ang epal ha! Papasok ako, tapos dun sya nagbibihis sa aisle mismo. As in, josko, nawalan ako ng gana magbihis kasi naman puro tiyan ang nakita ko!!! Ang dami namang vacant na cubicle, tapos may full-size mirror din sa loob!!! Tapos nung pumila ako sa cashier, leche, sya pa yung nasa harap ko. I swear, feel na feel nya talaga! Bakit kaya may mga bading na ganyan? Well, maraming ganyan <span style="font-style: italic;">feel na feel</span> masyado, as if luluhuran mo sila. Tapos sabihan ba naman yung saleslady na last season pa yung nakalagay sa manequin!!! I swear, sarap sabunutan ng kanyang long hair... sabay basubas sa cashier! Hahaha!<br /><br />Tapos eto pa sa CDR-King, bibili kasi ako ng adapter para sa Micro-SD na memory card. Hindi ko pa nasasabi kung ano bibilin ko, reply agad itong saleslady, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Wala po kami nyan</span>!" Tumbling talaga ako! hahaha! Pero may point sya, psychic!! Wala kasi pala talaga, out of stock daw hahaha!<br /><br />Hay nako, wala pa akong tulog. Pagod ako. Inaway pa ako ni Royce kasi hindi ko sya nisamahan magsimba, eh hello, I'm not Catholic kaya! ^_^ Kaya sorry naman.... hayop lang... teehee.<br /><br />Nitatamad ako. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hoy Chris wag kang tamad!! Masama yan!! HUWAG!! BUMANGON KA!!! =)<br /><br /></span></span></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-82477428272214844912008-02-14T08:20:00.000-08:002009-01-08T00:01:57.711-08:00HEY YOU VALENTINE, READ THIS!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span id="fullpost">Finally, this crappy day of crapulence is almost over.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Damn you, damn you and your wretched black heart.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Damn your flowers</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Damn your chocolates</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Damn your stuffed teddy bears</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">And seriously, if you buy any of these three things, you're a really shitty boy/girlfriend. Who the hell wants some crappy chocolates?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;" id="fullpost">"Yay, flowers, I can go put them in a vase on the table and watch them slowly die, like a metaphor for our relationship =) "</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">*flips middle finger to this most unholiest of days!!!*<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyfQge3IHeiybO8HrWoV2-44iCDNeIu0pgGytw10BQYOblDc5HpXKg_8V5Xn_YCdl81bOPXg5JTx9kubIiC56OKLW7QKuG384-vpPVLvviOaZWj9gV24cV-m3CsaIAt20FRNI-5oXH29W/s1600-h/poodle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyfQge3IHeiybO8HrWoV2-44iCDNeIu0pgGytw10BQYOblDc5HpXKg_8V5Xn_YCdl81bOPXg5JTx9kubIiC56OKLW7QKuG384-vpPVLvviOaZWj9gV24cV-m3CsaIAt20FRNI-5oXH29W/s320/poodle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829828200530354" border="0" /></a> May pagka-bitter ba? hehe. Maiba naman! Sabi nga ng aso kong si Chukaka, kagatin ko na lang kayo!!!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-41937750280594617192008-02-04T22:19:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:58:53.287-08:00DO GAY MEN EVEN MIX THEIR SPERM?<span id="fullpost"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: hey!! you still owe me DS!</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: im thinking about buying a new phone</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: i remember that</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: I HATE YOU! Ive been dreaming DS DS DS!!</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: siningit ko na lang yung cloverfield</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: you can't hate me</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: im love</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: youre love in all the wrong places LOL!</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: like falling in love with the jeepney driver while going to recto trying to buy porn.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: or falling in love with the saleslady who sold you gluta soap in ongpin.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: that's awefully wrong, all right</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: no, im like falling in love with the same mistake when you're 18, 20, and 22 kind of wrong-love</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: hey! you should try gluta! it increases sperm count!</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: I'll buy some, then put my sperm in a petri dish to see any difference</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: hahaha</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: I'll track them from day 1 to 15....</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: what the heck</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: that's so psycho</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: i don't really care about sperm count</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: I talk to my sperm, seriously.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: i don't wanna have children</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: I call my sperm "slusho chris"</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: i just eject sperm and off to dreamland</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: fuck, this is weird</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: really! and if you talk to them hard enough, sperms talk back</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: hey hey hey, i don't want this to be one of your classic weird conversations that end up in multiply</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: they don't have brains, chris</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: they're small as small</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: haha now you gave me an idea!</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: omg</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: they do have brains!</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: this is so funny</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: if they have brains, how come they always go for the egg of the wrong woman</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: alm mo yun</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: sometimes they told me they want a mommy, but I said, "no little spermies, no mommy for now. you need friend."</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: tipong binubuntis nila yung mga one night stand but not the real deal wife</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: this is weird</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: what's a sperm's friend? another sperm? ewww, sperm slush</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: do gay men even mix their sperm?</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: of course, it's a sperm clique. so I let them meet "slusho jack."</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: that is so surreal</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: ewww</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: I think they do. gay men are unpredictable.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: this is so getting absurd</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: i don't think so, that's so ewww</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: wait, i think i have added gay men in multiply, il PM them just so il know</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: they do mix their sperm!! really! ask your gay friends!</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: but seriously, you've mixed sperms with someone else? ewww</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: yeah, and it's cool, they change color</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: tapos we mixed cetaphil with it</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: a really good residue for a facial wash</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: wtf</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: this is too weird</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: one day "slusho chris" will meet "slusho marc" too! then we'll put it under a microscope</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: it's like the movie 300, sperm-style.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: eww</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: they'll have a soiree</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: theyll party!!! my sperm loves Rihanna, for some reason.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: mine loves Shania Twain</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: hahaha</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: kidding</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Quirky Petri: this is getting really weird</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Awe Some: your sperms are GAY!!<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-9182163781418017702008-01-06T07:45:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:56:53.761-08:00BRAD PITT, EDWARD NORTON, and A VIBRATOR.<div style="text-align: center;"><span id="fullpost"><br />Hey.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">It's me.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Yeah. Me.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">We don't have to have someone else in our life to be a good person.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">We like being single, don't we?</span><br /><span id="fullpost">It's just us.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Let's go pull out that vibrator and pretend it's Superman.</span><br /><span id="fullpost">Then we'll have a kinky threesome with me, myself and I.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-81504363736561838982008-01-01T01:42:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:55:46.824-08:00New Year 2008<div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost"><br />Well, well, well. A new year. I can’t believe it’s really 2008. Only question I have is.. um, where are the flying cars?? Heh. With the start of a new year, I always get excited and expect new things! I set goals for myself, I say that I will achieve certain things by a certain point of the year, etc. Well, this year, I didn’t really set any goals for myself. I did however make one huge decision in my life for the New Year: I decided to let go of things I held on to.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">First, I decided that it wouldn’t bother me when I see my ex gf walking around and ignoring me like I never happened. I figure, she has her reasons for not even saying hello now that we have nothing going on. Or maybe she hates me. I dunno. Either way, I said it wouldn’t bother me. I'll still go and get my hair cut at her mom's salon and all because her mom is off the hook.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Second, I decided that I didn’t need to keep the other ex around anymore. My issues with my other ex are way too long to discuss... but basically, it came down to this: I don’t want anything to do with her. I have learned that she is a selfish person and only cares about herself, so why put myself through that? Well, true, we're not "together"... but we did go out for 1.5 years. And even though it could work out if there was effort, Id rather not. I’ve learned that her fear of growing up and making decisions on her own always teach her things the hard way. When she learns the hard way, she'll eventually talk to me. As for now, I told her I want nothing to do with her. I don’t care for friendship, phone calls, "happy new years" or "merry Christmas" and stuff... I don’t want gifts, e-mails, or cards. Nothing, zip, zero, zilch, NADA. Yes, I come off as a jerk, but you know what? She taught me the hard way that I need to love myself first before loving anyone else. I will never lover her again without loving myself. And since I need to take care of myself now, I choose to let that fly by. I mean, seriously, who are you kidding? Still friends with your ex of 1.5 years?? No. Not with her. She’s too interested in herself.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">So, as I lay these past issues with previous emotional adventures, I look on to a new future. I’ve decided to let things go. Anything that has bothered me in the past will bother me no more. Anyone that hurt me in the past, out of mind. Why hold on to old feelings, grudges, confusions, sadness, emotions? Ya know?</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">That was my only New Year’s resolution.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">Only, I think I screwed it up.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">I didn’t want to call my ex gf on New Year’s Eve or anything... only thing is, I had my cell phone in my pocket and I didn’t lock the key pad. Later, when I checked it, I saw that her number was dialed on accident. So yah. There you go. I didn’t call her, but I know there is a call logged to her cell phone on that night. I wonder what she thought if she picked it up... or maybe she didn’t pick it up.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">I should probably stop talking about her. She hated it that I never talked about her at first, now she hates it when I talk about her. Women. Go figure.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">I brought in the New Year very, very interestingly enough by meeting a girl. Ironic, no? It was all unintentional and well... yah. But like all these things go, we'll just wait and see what happens. I was getting VERY comfortable with the idea of being single... and I dunno if I want to let that go yet.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">There. Happy New Year guys!!!!!<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-71274207953301380562007-12-21T04:36:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:54:49.495-08:00My Take On Female. Not Love, But Females.<div style="text-align: justify;" class="bodytext"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Seeing as how I may not be able to blog in a while, thanks to the sudden changes in my life, I thought I would post a little bit of my thoughts on FEMALES (female humans, not female hyenas or felines in heat). </strong></span><br /><strong> <p style="font-weight: normal;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Women are like lightning, they're there one second and they are fantastic, and then BAM, split second later, they are gone, always leaving you wanting more. And sure, she may strike again, and I don't really know where this analogy is going, main point is, women are like light, they are all bright and needed, like the sun, which is light. IT ALL WORKS IN A GIANT CIRCLE! This is the end of my post, and shows how much I understand women.</span></p> <p align="justify"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">~FIN~</span><br /></p></strong></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125598392852723506.post-35301316429541732632007-12-20T22:03:00.000-08:002009-01-07T23:45:57.322-08:00THE “LOVE/HATE” THEORY -- NO OFFENSE GIRLS!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />So, here's the deal:<br /><br />The other night, I saw this this old Budweiser commercial. It was very funny, as they usually are, but this one had a LOT more truth to it than I've ever seen in a commercial.<br /><br />Here's what happens in the commercial: There is a guy sitting in a bar/night club type of place. He is sitting with about 4 women, his friends. They are all sitting there telling their sob stories about guys and how much they suck, and the guy is being your "sensitive and caring" guy. Well, after a while, one of the girls says, "Why can't guys be like you?", and other women chime in with "Yeah!" and "I wish I had a man like you!" and etc. So, the guy replies with a chuckle, "Well, I am up for grabs!", and all the women pause for a second.... then they laugh and say, "Aww, cute" and "Heh-heh.. up for grabs!", and they totally brush his comment off. Well, a second later, one of the guy's male friend comes by where the main guy is sitting. The main guy says, "Hey Mike, what’s up? These ladies here are my friends.", and the new guy's reply is, "Yeah. Whatever. I'll be at the bar", and he walks away. The main guy is like... um.. ok. The women are also stunned by the way this guy was just rude. They pause for a second and then they're like, "Phew! Who's your friend?? Is he single???"<br /><br />TRUE<br /><br />If anyone has seen this commercial, ya'll probably know how true to life this really is. Here is my quarrel with it: I’ve known one too many women in this lifetime who fill that role. So, what is the deal?? Well, here's my analyzation: girls come in all degrees. You have your clingy ones, your stalkerish ones, the ones who are very sweet, the ones who are a little ridiculously TOO sweet, the ones who don’t give a damn (usually the butch feminist type), the ones who like the abusive guys, etc etc… the list just goes on. But the bottom line is: they all tend to share a common ground, that being the "I don’t need a guy, but it would be nice to have one" theory. *cough cough*<br /><br />Now, seriously. C’mon. The way I look at it, everyone would always like to have someone there. But we're just so complicated about it, we brush off our wants and sugarcoat it with that "I don’t really need someone" attitude. This brings forth the courage to take on the jerk boyfriends. Why? Well, they like the excitement of being able to tame a stallion into a house-pony, and at the same time, he is still a stallion. Basically, women like to be challenged. Why? God knows why. He created women, so He knows better than I do. Anyways, my point is, it's not enough for you to be "there" nowadays. No siree. You have to be... a jerk as well.<br /><br />How silly does it get sometimes?!?<br /><br />Well, to the point that I’ve dated girls who purposely try to start arguments because things are going... too well. Hilarious, isn’t it? Yeah. The challenge itself now comes in the form of testing one's patience and the durability of the relationship in order to evaluate how much it means to one. Why? Well, all of a sudden, we've embraced the whole, "You have to fight strong and hard for what you believe in and to achieve your dreams"... only now we're embracing that train of thought to EVERY single thing in our life. Example? The "best" biographies of some rock stars tell stories of how they struggled to get to where they are at now, and those with natural talent who have ALWAYS been applauded, well, they now are shun down on because they have "everything handed to them on a silver platter". So then, I ask you all this one question and think about it: If you have to fight for everything in this lifetime so that you feel like you deserve what you have or so you feel adequate about WHO you are, then what REALLY does love mean to you? If you have to fight long and hard for someone, think about this, you’re chasing after someone who doesn’t want you, and if they ever give in, you'll wonder if they really want you and why didn’t they hook up with you in the first place if they really wanted to be with you AND you'll wonder if you really want to be with someone you’ve pretty much had to beg to be with you. Or if you’re in a relationship where all you do is break up to make up... ask yourself this, how healthy is it that now the only drug you need is the emotional roller coaster that you go on when you break up and get back together….<br /><br />So, if you get something handed to you on a "silver platter," can’t it be maybe just because you actually deserve something that great and maybe you don’t have to suffer anymore just to reach a vague accomplishment you’ve set out for yourself? Can’t it be because in your tears and times of suffering, you’ve called out to God to help you and how much you hate going through certain things?? Can’t it be because maybe He heard you and decided to give you a blessing? See. This applies to every point of our lives, not just the relationship aspect.<br /><br />Nevertheless, women will want that challenge so that in the end, they can tell themselves and CONVINCE themselves, as well as everyone else, that the relationship they are in is so valuable to them because they've been through the THICK and the THIN and they're still together... therefore it has to be love, right?<br /><br />Hmm.. wrong!<br /><br />Certain things in our lives are only hard and suffering because we allow them to be, because we prolong them, etc.<br /><br />But don’t mistake what I am saying. Everything I’ve just said should also be easily applied to the vice versa, the male to female point of view. There are guys who are worse than women. The only reason I brought it up from the point of view of women to men is because of the commercial and because I wanted to throw in my opinion.<br /><br />Now, I want yours. What do you think?<br /><br /><br /><span id="fullpost"></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16151075998189721905noreply@blogger.com3