I HAVE MOVED.

See you.

imperfection is just key.

Let’s just say that another failed relationship, although it doesn’t make you feel better, means that growth is around the corner. It’s just not present in that relationship.
 
It could be that I am just tired but hey, whoever said there is a perfect girlfriend must be single ‘til now – because he mustn’t have given up. Tell you what sucker – GOOD LUCK. You must have been kept in the dark for so long. Repeat after me: THERE IS NO PERFECT GIRLFRIEND. There is, though, a PERFECT EX GIRLFRIEND. I know that. Wink. Wink.
 
My boyfriend and I fought all the time it is surprising if we’re even friends for a day. He hates me. I hate all of him. I’d get so much as rant through tears and throw his shoes all over the house and he just tells me to stop because what I’m doing is so out of character. True, I should have thrown his Nikes at him.
 
Instead of asking what is wrong with him, maybe I should ask myself what is wrong with me. Well, he just told me everything he hates about me. So yes, writing and self-promoting oneself isn’t all what I do. Highlighting and self-demoting?
 
“You get jealous at the smallest things….You nag…. I have been hearing all about how you hated the day I didn’t tell you I was going out of town and I have a feeling I will be hearing about it for 24 hours…. You cannot stay put at home on weekends…What is that you are wearing!.. I hate the way you think… I’m not like you who wants to be out all the time, wants to eat out all the time…”
 
Oh well, my man should know that: 
 

• Jealousy is insecurity that can be muffled by a series of compliments and appreciation.
• Two kisses is just right. More is just hot.
• You may be problem solvers but we just needed a shoulder – a broad shoulder to cry on.
• If I am so extravagant, I maintain thy own lifestyle – not you. If you are not into the same things as I am, it doesn’t make you a bad person.
• I am not asking for it. I dress up because I am doing this for myself – not for anybody. If anyone has a problem with that – good luck to you and your blue balls. 
   

No one is going to pat you on the back for being a good girlfriend but at least you tried. Should we ask our exes if we’ve been everything but?
 
So… I AM NOT THE ONE, yet. That one you got if all figured all out since 7 months ago when you almost said, “Britney could make a good housewife than you.”
 
So… You got hurt by another woman. I am not her. I did not hurt you. We have all gotten played so what makes you or anyone out there who is hurting any different?
 
My boyfriend read this over my shoulder. He hates me more now.
 
 

 

Nokia’s Toy This Saturnight

Sex and The City trailer out :)

Stripper’s Night Out

Whatever made gay bars and strip clubs different is beyond me. Just because people go to gay bars doesn’t necessarily mean they are gay. When women go to strip clubs doesn’t necessarily mean that they are going to be liking women any time soon. Same thing when our friend JV went with me and Mitz to this popular joint in Mandaue doesn’t mean he is going to be liking men soon.

Oh yes, we gots to goes theres, babe. A gay guy ushered us to our table and apologetically said that everything else was full except for the front row tables. What is he sorry for??! Mitz was elbowing me about the possibility of an embarrassing encounter on seeing a likely friend inside when the show already started and we both shut up. We’ll stay here, we’ll stay here!

All embarrassment at being seated at the front row seats were thrown out of the door the moment the first guy did his series of backflips and hip acrobats. Such display! Such act! Displaying their tools of the trade like its vermouth to the drunkard – it really needs so much effort and resolve to not whip out your checkbook at the first sight of it. I had to admit on fanning myself senseless and thinking of the nearest ATM I saw while on the way here.

But hey – not all of them made us lick our lips all the time. One gay guy’s shrine isn’t everyone’s Patrick Dempsey. They could be all the Ice Anderson or the Ace Smith’s – or whatever screen name they use that time – in the world and still they wouldn’t appeal to me. Um, because of not exfoliating their asses? Kfine. Some could really make you go, NEXT! Some could even make you wish they have a suggestion box that you could make good use of. Ugh, those BOOTS, too! Which ukay ukay did they buy those from?! Cowboy boots, mini shorts, and a wifebeater is their standard uniform. And oh, that bedhead hair and maniac face is also required.

like dutt.
I do not know about this being a regular thing but indulging in men too much seems like we will still be high from the sexual stratosphere from last weekend’s until – um, 2009.

OA? Yeah, true.

I’ve already gone past my men indulgence quota for 2008. No? Okay.

Project Runway CattCall in Cebu

See y’all there! MORE INFORMATION HERE.

Goodbye. Go. Go.

Maybe it is just fashionable to have Tiara give birth to three babies and the largest and healthiest one would catch my mom’s eye. “This will be mine,” she said and forgot about the last time she made a deal about bringing more animals into the house. “One more of those and I’m the one getting out!”

I didn’t see her packing up anytime soon so Tombo’s added presence into a household of 3 furry animals plus Blue (the daschund) must have made her animal-friendly suddenly.

But that was just mom. You can just imagine how fond we were of all of them.

And Tombo, being the baby of them all, gets almost everyone’s attention. It was a new hoot of Dad’s, “Tombolero!” And Vanessa would jab him in the ribs.

In a span of 10 months, Tombo didn’t last long. Might be worms, flu – whatever. I couldn’t exactly say he died under my watch because I wasn’t there the whole time. Last time I’ve seen the puppy he was tied outside and scratched my leg from all that excitement of seeing me – or anyone for that matter.

“Tombo?! C’mere.”
“Where have you been all this time?”
“Tombo! Quiet! You’ll wake daddy and he’ll find out I snuck out!”
“Good, baby. Kiss, kiss.”
“Tombo?”

February is the Starter

Like cars who do not start right, like mine who dropped dead in the middle of my friend’s subdivision at 3am and the only person you know who’s awake is an exboyfriend who is not likely to help you anyway… I say, I need February to start off my year.
 
When the holidays leave you drained, you need a full month to get back into shape – especially when Sinulog gives you all the flu and asthma attacks it thinks you deserve after you just abused your body without sleep and rest. Sigh. Hello, February. 
 
I live by the Chinese calendar because I know that February is always the start of the new year. FOR ME – cause it works everytime. Or so I think so. Well, I love that February has Valentines day in it and it gives me more reason to snap at people who are in love and mock them with their corniness. Validation again, is a killer.
 
Oh please. Allow me to roll my colored eyeballs.
 
I cannot believe its 2008 already. It is supposed to be a new year but old demons from the past keep on coming back. Demons that tend to tickle you senseless for a fleeting moment and after how many seconds you wonder what just transpired between then. Bah. Women. I hate that we’re wired that way.
 
This Valentine is somehow spent with family days before the actual date itself. Not that being home again merits another night out but also gives me time to celebrate my deceased grandfather’s birthday. What is with celebrating birthdays of the dead is probably something only Filipinos do but it sure took me home.
 

 

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Cebu Fiesta 2008

I’ll wager anyone hasn’t encountered a Sinulog fiesta similar to the other. Every year, Cebu has managed to outstage, outnumber, and even out-WOW the crowd that came to witness a grandeur fete they call SINULOG. Not only can CEBU carouse, revel, and celebrate in STYLE but also Cebu deserves a fair share of merrymaking fit for the average partyphile.

Who else gets to drink to that?

Make 2008 IT

It’s the new year and though people keep telling me that if only they started the year right, then maybe the rest of the year wouldn’t be so bad after all. But who are we to say how to start the year right? Do staying at home and not spending a cent for Starbucks will make your entire year Starbucks-free? (I just had to say that). I decided to just do whatever you need to do for the entire year – your choices that matter anyway, so if you opt to be fucked up in 2008, what is stopping you?

So like any normal person I thought of looking back and accessing last year’s highlights that made my 2007 umm, productive. I skimmed through my planner and was amused at my entry. My life basically gone through that planner as each writing etched a memory that will forever be cherished and hahah – laughed at the absurdity, corniness and OA-ness of it all.

 

Firstly, I counted the times I have been on trips to Cagayan de Oro – Fourteen (14)! Isn’t that something? January set it off and the rest of the months followed. January has always been my favorite month of the year, too, because of the Sinulog weekend. Nyoy! John Hall! Loft! Vudu! PeopleSupport! The parades! Extravagant, this life is.

 

 

No Excuse

Other people have been able to keep up with their online life even if they are busy and yes, yes, I keep telling myself that no one is above the internet so I should not have any excuse why I haven’t been updating. STILL.

Christmas vacay I have been, where else, at my parent’s city in Cagayan de Oro, and yes, saw familiar faces and little babies that go, “Tita, where is my gift??”

at Michelle’s with Joe and Xenia