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Saturday, May 21, 2011
feline tongue
the may 21, 2011 doomsday prediction is pretty nakaka-praning. HAHAHA nsdjgkhfvask
btw, cute thing before i went home. i found a stray cat inside 304, and meowed it out. it meowed back and ran out. haha after turning off the pcs, i found it standing near the stairs so i meowed at it. and it meowed back then we were meowing alternately as if we're actually getting each other and talkin like there's nothing better to do before the world ends. then i passed by the orange cat and headed down. surprisingly, it followed me! so i was like, "meowwww" and it meowed back and continued to stroll behind. i was walking to to sir kim's office and the cat followed me until the mabato part where it stopped. blah blah after sayin a few to sir, i went out of his office and found the cat outside the door. mamatay matay ako sa ka-cute-aaaannn! so i was like, "meow meow meow" and i walked out... the cat still followed me. zsbkjanhlfasvbgdschlnakj ang kyoooot. kaso it started to rain so the cat stayed at the lobby na lang. hehe sjbgfhjasfnhj sfn ang cute talaga arjghsdffasdf
btw btw! kinikilig ako hihihi >XD
btw, cute thing before i went home. i found a stray cat inside 304, and meowed it out. it meowed back and ran out. haha after turning off the pcs, i found it standing near the stairs so i meowed at it. and it meowed back then we were meowing alternately as if we're actually getting each other and talkin like there's nothing better to do before the world ends. then i passed by the orange cat and headed down. surprisingly, it followed me! so i was like, "meowwww" and it meowed back and continued to stroll behind. i was walking to to sir kim's office and the cat followed me until the mabato part where it stopped. blah blah after sayin a few to sir, i went out of his office and found the cat outside the door. mamatay matay ako sa ka-cute-aaaannn! so i was like, "meow meow meow" and i walked out... the cat still followed me. zsbkjanhlfasvbgdschlnakj ang kyoooot. kaso it started to rain so the cat stayed at the lobby na lang. hehe sjbgfhjasfnhj sfn ang cute talaga arjghsdffasdf
btw btw! kinikilig ako hihihi >XD
Friday, May 20, 2011
escort service >:)
my mom got her service award this day at hyatt hotel (for being with philamlife for 25 years now) and i escorted her, for the lack of better things to do... and of course for the food. >:)
congrats mommy!
takaw tingin mode!
of course i was really hungry, i've been walking on heels all day although dinner was served early, it didn't seem like that to me. see, i got myself three plates. bwahahaha
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| good thing it was buffet! |
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| "appetizers" haha |
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| i'm a freak for these i got 2 servings each! >XD but of course, knowing myself, i can only handle enough before my stomach bursts. >:| i was only able to finish 3/4 of plate 1... and 2nd and 3rd plates were all left overs na. tira na yang lagay na yan, if you saw the original plates they were much packed and nakakahiya haha. jusme kung makapag-sayang ng pagkain wagas! ganyan kasi pag gutom ako e, tapos buffet pa. get all you can, eat all you can, leave all you can. >X( sorry na. |
Thursday, May 19, 2011
sayang!
i could've done this earlier! why didn't i think of it earlierrrrrr like when there were more worthy victims around! arg. it's too late now, but it could still be useful hehehe
3 passwords sniffed.
i told you, be careful when i'm around. i have my ways.
ah. tomorrow has to be good. >:)
heeeyyy, i was contemplatin on my uhm, evil plan, then told myself to let it be for the next 10 days. it's the needed time frame to plan things out without her meddling. >:) though i can't imagine how it would be seem to act indifferent... at the setup i've established, i could've patched things up in a minute. delaying it would cause more misunderstandings.
paki ko ba? the truth cannot be misunderstood. so yeah, that's the plan. 10 more days. oryt, make use of your strength. assume all you want. you're so good at it i thought you took up bs in humble effrontery major in incognito coquetry. you rock.
3 passwords sniffed.
i told you, be careful when i'm around. i have my ways.
ah. tomorrow has to be good. >:)
heeeyyy, i was contemplatin on my uhm, evil plan, then told myself to let it be for the next 10 days. it's the needed time frame to plan things out without her meddling. >:) though i can't imagine how it would be seem to act indifferent... at the setup i've established, i could've patched things up in a minute. delaying it would cause more misunderstandings.
paki ko ba? the truth cannot be misunderstood. so yeah, that's the plan. 10 more days. oryt, make use of your strength. assume all you want. you're so good at it i thought you took up bs in humble effrontery major in incognito coquetry. you rock.
Take My Son
a forwarded email from one of my close friends.
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back! of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back! of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
don't get ahead of me, pwede? that was not even a hint. argh.
so far i had 3 subjects already. LOL you hate me now?
good, cos i hated you first.
now i understand, why the antagonists always want the protagonist to hate her. aside from getting annoyed that she's being rebutted with goodness every time she throws evilness, there's this guilt inside all antagonists that can only be appeased when her enemy begins feeling the way she does. if i'm angry, i want you to be angry too otherwise there's no use arguing with you and you'll hurt my pride really bad then i'll hate you even more that i'll continue provoking you or even start plotting for your death with or without you knowing it. HAHAHA
we hate being ignored. we hate the feeling victims because all they display is fake goodness and pacuteness and fucking tears. it's true that i believe everyone has a good side, but i'm not interested in that cos it's a default disposition. we were always told to be good and behave when we we're young. how do you think a child would act if you told him to be bad instead? haha wala lang. anyway, i'd say, the only time i can gauge a person's personality is when i've seen how he/she is in evil mode.
yeah right.
i feel so evil right now.
i've been playing all day.
according to this scorpio website, we hate being analyzed. true. i hate it when people appear to claim they know me, by getting ahead of my decisions like, "ah, i know you'd act this way because blah"...
it's okay if it's "i know you'll like this cos it's red so i'll buy you this" haha or something like
"i got you this instead cos i know you hate spicy food" that's okay...
but when it gets, "you won't do that. you're not that kind of person..." oh really? just how well do you know me? basically, i hate it when people think i'm too good (uuuugh) because i'm really not. it only adds to the amount of expectations i have to meet. can't you at least let me be evil whenever i WANT to? i'm not a fucking saint. so don't stop me from changing faces once in a while. it's hard to get people who'll listen to both your good and bad sides nowadays. people are soooo dumbstruck with just a single side of you that they'll reject you once they learn something bad. come on, stop fantasizing already. you wouldn't know what's good without evil. aye. aye.
good, cos i hated you first.
now i understand, why the antagonists always want the protagonist to hate her. aside from getting annoyed that she's being rebutted with goodness every time she throws evilness, there's this guilt inside all antagonists that can only be appeased when her enemy begins feeling the way she does. if i'm angry, i want you to be angry too otherwise there's no use arguing with you and you'll hurt my pride really bad then i'll hate you even more that i'll continue provoking you or even start plotting for your death with or without you knowing it. HAHAHA
we hate being ignored. we hate the feeling victims because all they display is fake goodness and pacuteness and fucking tears. it's true that i believe everyone has a good side, but i'm not interested in that cos it's a default disposition. we were always told to be good and behave when we we're young. how do you think a child would act if you told him to be bad instead? haha wala lang. anyway, i'd say, the only time i can gauge a person's personality is when i've seen how he/she is in evil mode.
yeah right.
i feel so evil right now.
i've been playing all day.
according to this scorpio website, we hate being analyzed. true. i hate it when people appear to claim they know me, by getting ahead of my decisions like, "ah, i know you'd act this way because blah"...
it's okay if it's "i know you'll like this cos it's red so i'll buy you this" haha or something like
"i got you this instead cos i know you hate spicy food" that's okay...
but when it gets, "you won't do that. you're not that kind of person..." oh really? just how well do you know me? basically, i hate it when people think i'm too good (uuuugh) because i'm really not. it only adds to the amount of expectations i have to meet. can't you at least let me be evil whenever i WANT to? i'm not a fucking saint. so don't stop me from changing faces once in a while. it's hard to get people who'll listen to both your good and bad sides nowadays. people are soooo dumbstruck with just a single side of you that they'll reject you once they learn something bad. come on, stop fantasizing already. you wouldn't know what's good without evil. aye. aye.
Day 10 - Discuss your first love
First love never dies!!!! jusme. napaka-echos netong entry na to. mamaya iiyak nanaman ako. >:|
i've already mentioned him hundreds and hundreds of times in this blog already.
my first love was a tragedy LOL. yun lang. bow. ayoko umiyak e.
the moment i realized i loved him, he's already in love with someone else. sayang nomon. if i realized it sooner, i could've played with his advances and became his girlfriend but no. i can't 'play' hahaha. more so, the pre-courting or pano ba yun, pre-confessing timeframe is too awkward. too friggin awkward. or maybe i was too busy not to realize he was already crossing the line. i never realize stuff like that. not with super close friends yknow, which he was. it's always fun fun fun fun and no hidden desires in between. i don't think i'm dense either but i always have to be reminded, or given a low blow for me turn my 'sensitivity' radar on. after which it can't be turned off HAHAHA problematic sya in fairness.
and i thought i could give you a decent post about it but i guess i'm wrong.
hay love. but yknow seriously. i hope one day i'll be able to make it up to him. to patch things up. because honestly, i couldn't imagine myself with anyone else. he's like the most comfortable guy to be with (next to my daddy shempre haha). he was my favorite guy. this is how it sucks falling in love with your best friend, and letting your pride win. or more fittingly, this is how it sucks realizing you're in love too late.
pero shempre joke lang yan. move on. let go. past is past. on with the future. better yet, on with who's here.
i've already mentioned him hundreds and hundreds of times in this blog already.
my first love was a tragedy LOL. yun lang. bow. ayoko umiyak e.
the moment i realized i loved him, he's already in love with someone else. sayang nomon. if i realized it sooner, i could've played with his advances and became his girlfriend but no. i can't 'play' hahaha. more so, the pre-courting or pano ba yun, pre-confessing timeframe is too awkward. too friggin awkward. or maybe i was too busy not to realize he was already crossing the line. i never realize stuff like that. not with super close friends yknow, which he was. it's always fun fun fun fun and no hidden desires in between. i don't think i'm dense either but i always have to be reminded, or given a low blow for me turn my 'sensitivity' radar on. after which it can't be turned off HAHAHA problematic sya in fairness.
and i thought i could give you a decent post about it but i guess i'm wrong.
hay love. but yknow seriously. i hope one day i'll be able to make it up to him. to patch things up. because honestly, i couldn't imagine myself with anyone else. he's like the most comfortable guy to be with (next to my daddy shempre haha). he was my favorite guy. this is how it sucks falling in love with your best friend, and letting your pride win. or more fittingly, this is how it sucks realizing you're in love too late.
pero shempre joke lang yan. move on. let go. past is past. on with the future. better yet, on with who's here.