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Sunday, July 6, 2008

Where's My Happy Ending?

The first time I saw him I was really dumbfounded by how cute he was. But ofcourse I had to let it go coz there's no way that out of all the girls that he could go out with he'd choose me. But I was wrong. He started calling me just to chat and even invited me to this and that place. I'm really hesitant at first because at the back of my head I know he's just after you know what. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt and still went out with him. Even if it's 40 degrees outside, my hands were so cold and I was shivering inside. I then asked him, "Why dyu wanna go out with me during your off? Don't you have any other plans?" he just gushed and replied, "I did have plans, but what could be more important than this?" Then we went back to his place, I couldn't contain myself I just really had to kiss him. I was grabbing the opportunity that I may never have with him. And so I did, and he kissed me back. No words could ever suffice the tingling sensation that he sent all over my body. He laid me down uncovering my undies. We made love like there was no tomorrow. After we made love (like there's no tomorrow), he gave me....

a high five! *apir*

CUT! Scene 4. Take 2! ACTION!

Sometimes I wish that reality could imitate the movies. In life, we can never take back what we've said or done but wouldn't it be great if we could re-take the scenario's so we could end up having a happy ending? I want my life to be X-rated, approved with no cuts and Rated A by Butch Francisco (ew!). Is that so hard to ask?

The Damsel's Factory That Can't Sell Shité


Pangalan: Havaianas
Lugar na pinanggalingan:
São Paulo , Brazil
Pagbigkas:
ah-vai-YAH-nas (Brazilian Portuguese)
hah-vee-ah-naz (American English)
hah-va-yaH-naZ (Filipino)
Materyal na ginamit: Malupit na goma (high-quality rubber).
Presyo: Depende. Ganito na lang, 1 pares ng Havaianas = 100 pares ng Spartan.
Mga nagsusuot: Mga may-kaya at nakakaangat sa buhay. (na noong una ay nababaduyan sa mga naka-de sipit na tsinelas)
Malulupit na katangian at kakayahan:
- Masarap isuot.
- Shock-absorbent
- Malambot ngunit matibay
- Makukuha sa sandamakmak na kulay, disenyo at burloloy
- Maaaring isuot sa loob ng Starbucks
- Mainam na pang-japorms
- Mainam i-terno sa I-Pod at Caramel Macchiato
- Mapipilitan kang maglinis ng mga kuko mo sa paa
- Maaari ka nang mag-dikwatro sa loob ng mga pampublikong lugar at sasakyan
- Magiging ‘fashionable’ ka kapag ikaw ay nagkukuyakoy
Olats na mga katangian:
Mahal!
Mahal!
Mahal!



Pangalan: Spartan
Lugar na Pinanggalingan: Metro Manila , Philippines
Pagbigkas:
spar-tan (American English)
spar-tan (Filipino) / is-par-tan(jologs)
Materyal na ginamit: Pipitsuging goma (Low-quality rubber).
Presyo: Wala pang 50 pesos.Isang pares ng Spartan = 20 piraso ng pan de coco.
Mga nagsusuot: ang masa (gaya-gaya lang ang mga sosyal at pasyonista)
Malulupit na katangian at kakayahan:

- Maaring ipampatay sa ipis
- Maaring ipampalo sa mga batang suwail at damuho
- Pwedeng ipanglusong sa baha at putikan- Pwedeng ipamalengke
- Mainam gamitin sa tumbang-preso
- Mainam gawing ’shield’ kapag naglalaro ng espa-espadahan
- Mainam isuot sa siko bilang proteksyon habang naglalaro ng piko
- Mainam na pambato sa picha o shuttlecock na sumabit sa puno
- Mainam na pangkulob sa pumuputok na watusi
- Kapag ginupit-gupit nang pahugis ‘cube,’ e maaari mo nang gawing pamato sa larong Bingo nakadalasang makikita sa mga lamay ng patay.
Olats na mga katangian:

- Madaling magkawalaan kapag hinubad dahil halos pare-pareho lang ang itsura
- Masakit isuot kapag may mga balahibo ang mga daliri mo sa paa
- Minsan kapag ipinambato mo ito sa picha o shuttlecock na nakasabit sa puno, e sasabit na din pati yung tsinelas mo (dibale, di sya kawalan).

So what's it gonna be?

My Mom Taught Me To Never Tell A Lie.

My mom is not like any other mom, she's a cool mom. Well everybody thinks their own mom is cool, but lemme put it this way, I HATE it that she's cool. She knows the lastest trends, the latest gossips, what's hip and out. Dude I tell ya, she's cramping my style. And to top it all off, she knows exactly when I'm not telling the truth. Sucks! She could totally read right through me. I have learned my lesson long before and eversince I could remember I have never told my mom any lies or even half truths.

Mom I know eventually you'll stumble upon my blog magically like that one time when you happen to "accidentally" find my pack of cigarettes at the mostest bottomest cornerest part of my deep dark wardrobe. So, can I go to this uber partee this Wednesday? I promise I'll do the dishes for one week :)



My mom ^__^, isn't she juz lovely?

Hee hee!! You know I love you soo much! I feel lucky and grateful everyday that you are no doubt my biological mom. (deym!) soo can i goooo??? hahahaha! muah muah muah!!