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I’m gonna *try* NOT to sound too perverted… Or too gay 
But I just rekindled my love for this man…
Blame it on the Lost Marathon in AXN Beyond. (By the way, I chose the photo where the shirt is left on so my imaginations will travel further beyond.. 
) All my weekends weren’t complete without catching at least an episode. And if I felt I hadn’t had enough, I then would jump to the online streaming videos and watch my chosen episodes.
I had always rooted for Sawyer and Kate. Yet, I also love Jack. If you’re not a Lost fanatic like me, sorry, you won’t be able to relate. Just stare at the photo instead, at least we can have both the fun 
Just the right muscles on the right body parts… Dirty. Rugged. Dashing…
I’m getting unstable it’s quite late already, I’m not gonna talk anymore…
Stare. Imagine. Enjoy. Hahahahaha 
As many of you know, I have a very poor set of eyes. It has been like this since HS, and since then, I have always refused to wear glasses. Uhm.. well, when my eyes were clear, I remembered I wished that I had a pair of glasses so I could look cute (be careful for what you wish for ). I refused because I realized that I could still look cute even without one. Hahaha. Or I could still look smart and intelligent, most of all
Fast forward to today, I still refuse to wear glasses. I was actually hoping that my eyesight would get better. But they don’t. Even if everything’s blurred afar, I still prefer strutting in the mall or anywhere with my bare eyes all exposed. Unfortunaely, I’m losing friends (coz they feel I’m a snob – which is definitely not the case – faces are just blurred 4-5 meters away).
I’m totally being shallow here… I hate that I have a poor eye sight. I have great and stunning eyes (yes!) on the outside, yet, the works are not that really great on the inside. And I could not carry the eye glasses around all day… Or rush back to my desk to get the glasses just so I can see what’s being presented in the conference room… Or always defend myself that I am not a snob.
So I ordered a pair of contact lenses. Also swore to wear them everyday… just to get used to them. Besides, I need them for my driving, playing, movie/boy-watching, and oh yeah working!
I was having a hard time categorizing this post. I have a blog category called, “Movies are Goodies”. This post is supposed to be there, yet, it’s contradicting to what I really think of. Coincidentally, it’s next to my other blog category, called “Lost in Translation”, which is really intended for my Japanese Language-related incidents. While this post has nothing to do with Nihongo, it definitely has something to do with translation, metaphorically speaking.
Now back to the movie, Inception. I was told that I won’t be “in” if I don’t watch this. So I gave in to that idea and went ahead to watch it down south *baby*. We will be coming from Makati. With a kinda-unstable work schedule on a Friday, I didn’t know if I could really make it on an earlier show. But I was so sure (and crossing fingers) that I could make it for the last full show. Friend#1 who’s already in Alabang was having apprehensions that me and friend#2 could make it. So she didn’t buy tickets yet. And thanks to the driving skills of Friend#2, we still made it despite the traffic. We kinda informed Friend#1 to buy tickets a little later, so we ended up in separate seats. All three of us.
I didn’t know if it’s because of the fact that we’re in separate seats, or because I’m kinda stressed out and sleepy, or because my seatmate was sleeping (he was with a kid, poor kid). I guess the first 30 minutes was kinda stressful to absorb. SO I slept! And I slept all the way until the middle, until the end!
If this had a book, and I read it. I might enjoy it. Or, if it’s a chic flick, a shallow movie with no mind-f***ing stuffs, it might pass to my favorite movies of all time.
I have one lesson learned that night – that is to not watch movies like this on a last full show on a stressful day.
Maybe I might watch this again. After I get a few spoilers.
Or try reading this first. Then watch.
I don’t know why, but my paranoia about my fast-metabolism-slowing-down seem to never cease since I reached my 25th. I am fortunate that after 2 years, I still have the same weight, and the same appetite. Yet I have this constant reminder alerting in the mundane hours about me enrolling in the gym to work out.
Maybe I said it before, and I’m saying it again… The gym never entices me. Maybe because of the shallow reason that I am not happy doing physical activities with the machines. Unless it’s a dance group in the gym with the faabulous gay people instructing, I’m joining. But generally, I don’t feel exercising in the treadmill, using the weights, or that magic thing that you push sideways or up and down (sorry, gym-virgin)
I’m all about the happiness when you do it. Haha! So recently I joined a basketball sort-of-club, and we play every week! Now I have Basketball on Mondays (and maybe Wednesdays-still on the works though), Badminton on Thursdays (which I intend to do again till I get my badminton bag ), and “Dancing” on Friday/Saturday nights! What a very very healthy week!
Basketball at this year and age is quite new. My last play was a long time ago (in college). I shared my own sentiments about missing the game… and that finding basketball-girlmates here in manila, in the corporate world with the deadly schedules, is difficult. Until I got lucky with my new office mate who plays with her former colleagues regularly. It was soooo fun the first day and just the perfect thing to give me my full body workout. Despite the huge disapproval of mom, who reminds me everyday that I must stay away from guy stuffs (my guitar-playing, appetite, and then recently again, basketball) because a) they’ll make me ugly, if not me, a part of me will become uglier-hands and legs–something like that; and b) everybody will think I’m a tomboy and that I will lose my chances of getting a boyfriend (it seems that mothers are always concerned about that).
Nonetheless, since I’m a stubborn kid, I still do it *nike*. I find it beneficial coz aside from the full body workout, I truly enjoy playing, plus-my dreams of becoming a basketball superstar might come true this time!
Tonight, I lost a lot of fats.. Unfortunately, I also lost the special fats that might have the potential to contribute to the growth of my b**bs! The first twin got hit by a pass (unintentional of course, it just happens). The impact was quite strong so I had to do some stroking and massaging (I tried very hard to be discreet, promise!)… The other twin got jealous and took another blow *ouch* And then they were even! Evil twins!! More importantly, when I reached at home, I had to check if they’re still intact and perfectly fit for their sole purpose in life, so I had to do another .. ok I have to stop right here before this sentence goes to something else..
Next time I have to use a support system, with bigger pads!
“… and someday is a very dangerous word… it’s a codename for NEVER.” – Knight and Day
This post is not really that related to the title. I just love how sexy Tom Cruise is when he said them.
Actually I’m looking back at how things were in my first half-year. The whole 6 months I was broke. I had this really terrible financial crisis – a strong force which made me explore the market, and eventually made me to resign, wherein I became broke again coz my backpay is gonna come waaay later than what I expected (I really did not know anything about resigning, hence I was a little stupid on that part). So again, I was broke the whole time.
I imagined how I was so haggard those times. I could not afford going out and meeting friends and sometimes, watching a movie is a struggle… because again I was broke. It made me miss the world out there.
And oh yeah, I’m getting my first whole pay from my new company! Had I this excited ever..? I might treat everybody because of this certain kind of highness! And hello world! I’m going back to circulation. It’s like I’m alive again. Kaladkarin is the term (someone who will go anywhere, anytime).
For instance, I went out twice this weekend. Plans are not that wild but they surely count as social life. Next week, and the next week (and the next week…) I’m out again! Plans or no plans, I’m go! I am longing for dah drinking and getting loose Besides, I really need to go out and drink. I am quite depressed most of the time. Tsk, being over-analytical (or just plainly being a girl) is sometimes a pain in the a**.
I just can’t help but share this ultimate piece of… WAAAAAAHHHH!!! :crazy: :crazy: :crazy:
Can’t explain my feelings when I saw this video from Mapet’s wall
Noel Cabangon rocks the house! In an impromptu performance, he still managed to lead the people to swear on becoming a better Filipino. Due to the tradition of starting the proclamation/inauguration at 12 high noon, since 1896 (?), the oath people today had to wait till 12 pm. The programme unexpectedly started early so the events people had to squeeze a series of impromptu performances of our ever reliable celebrities, which turned out really nice. I wonder if they’ll release an OST of the Inaugural Event… Somehow these songs triggered my national moment 
More updates later…
Got this from Ericson’s Wall…
But before you continue… a public warning first…
Some scenes are not really suitable for very very young (and feeling young) audiences. Parental Guidance is seriously advised. 
Promise, serious!
My usual wakeup call… with a twist…
Mommy: Anakkk! Gising na! Happy Birthday!! Matanda ka na, wala ka pa ring boyfriend!! Hahahahaha!! (Daughter!!! Wake up!!! Happy Birthday!!! You’re old now, and still no boyfriend!! <again> Hahahahahhaaa!!)
I thought I was hearing evil laughs in my sleep… or was it my mom?? Yeah, it was my always cute mom and her evil laughs… And I was not dreaming!
So Good Morning dear Mother! Good Morning Philippines, Good Morning World!! … and Good Morning, 27!
I have always been trying to convince myself that I should always be proud of my age. So there. It’s ok to flaunt the age. Despite all the scary issues I’m having regarding the future and the fertility whatever!
It’s just an ordinary day, I would want to keep my birthday a secret from my new colleagues but at some point of the day, I was forced by a colleague-from-former-company-now-still-colleague to shout it out. So I had no choice, and funny some people weren’t even convinced that it was truly my birthday, haha.
A simple dinner at home closed my day. It was again, an ordinarily special day. It’s nice that the majority of my million feelings for this day, aside from happiness, is thankfulness
So thank you to everyone! For the greetings… and most especially, at some point, for being a part of my 27 years!
Cheers!!!
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