6 weird things about me

april tagged me so here goes...

1. i don't eat mangoes. ripe mangoes to be exact. and i'm talkin about anything that has the slightest hint of ripe mango in it...cakes, ice creams, crepes, shakes, candies. if there's ripe mango in it, i ain't touchin it.

2. i love goin to the beach but i hate saltwater.

3. i eat slow...very slow...i don't think it's weird but my friends say otherwise

4. i can't talk when i'm texting nor can i entertain anyone else when i'm on the phone...one at a time please! but when it comes to work, i can multitask.

5. i'm the eldest of three but my mom still calls me her baby...argh!

lastly...and probably the weirdest and most embarassing, if i may add...

6. the first thing i do when i wake up...right before i get off my bed, i FART! and i'm not talkin about a "lady" fart, but more like the oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-that-came-from-me kind.

hahahha so much for makin a good impression huh?

i'm tagging monay, frodo, ate bing, pau, shawie and mike

if you can fake it, why not?

no, this isn't going to be about sex. sorry to disappoint. i'll save that for another entry.

this is one of those things that us women do if what we have just isn't what we want or if it needs a tad bit of help.

plastic surgery, liposuction, breast implants, nose jobs, face lifts, tattoos to name a few. not to get you excited, i didn't have any of those drastic moves. mine were all simple and very common.

faking it #1
being the chinita that i am, i wasn't blessed with to die-for lashes. imagine my excitement when eyelash extensions came to manila. i couldn't wait to have mine done.

so i did.

and boy, it was sooooo worth it!

faking it #2
since Topher, my stylist, is MIA once again, i had no choice but to look for another one. today, finally, i found him! his name is Dexter and he's my hair's new best friend! he gave me highlights and did a wonderful job with the cut.

so now, i not only have fake lashes, my hair color is fake as well.

what can i say? if you gotta, and you can, why not? right? all for the sake of fashion.

Sex and the City

lo and behold! the ladies are back!

and they're off to the big screen!

finally, a movie about my all time fave gals is in the making.

oooohhhh i can't wait to see it!!!

the blues no more

turns out i just needed a good old fashioned cry-a-thon.

so i did. i didn't go to work yesterday as i didn't wanna be around people (didn't want the bug to spread). i didn't even leave the house my room except when i had to pee or eat.

shit happens. yesterday was my turn.

and if i may borrow a few lines from the great B.B. King....

You've got to laugh a little
Cry a little
Until the clouds
Roll by a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love

thanks to monay and april who tried their darnest best to cheer me up ;)

the blues

it's 4AM and i still can't sleep.

i'm having a terrible terrible case of the blues.

after a few tosses and turn, i decided to just get up and blog about it.

i am sad. no, i am very sad.

i guess it's one of those times when i realize that at 31, i am alone. and for the very first time in a long time, i felt it. but that's not even the reason why i feel sad. it's the thought that i will never find it in my heart to start believing that i can be happy with someone in my life again. that i could have what my mom and dad have.

it saddens me to know that as early as now, i feel like i have given up. it's not as if there isn't anyone out there. believe me, there have been oppotunities put to waste just because i wasn't interested enough. or maybe i was too scared and foolish to have let them slip. either way, i just can't bring myself to trust and have faith in men again.

what does that make me? a man hater? i hope not. as i know i don't hate them.

if only one could erase a memory. if only one can forget how painful it was. if only.

it is not the universe's job to protect us from getting hurt, i know that. if only it works that way.

if only. then i would be fine.

on obsessive, self-deprecating EXs

i'm on the 3rd season of the L Word and i just can't get over the first few episodes. well actually, i can't get over the idea that my used-to-be (emphasis on the USED TO BE) favorite character, Alice, played by Leisha Hailey, a once perky and happy, self-made writer/DJ in seasons 1 and 2, turned into an obsessive, doesn't-have-a-clue-that-her-ex-is-over-her, pathetic, self-destructive girl.

sure, she fell in love and her heart got broken. true, that it was her best friend turned lover who did that to her. but it's been half a year. get over it already! i'd like to think her character is smarter than that.

even the best fall down sometimes as a song goes. in matters of the heart, even the smartest of the smarts turn into self-deprecating individuals. sadly, that doesn't just happen on TV.

we go through that at least once in our lives i guess. blaming ourselves when things don't turn out the way we wanted them to be. i did too when i was young. i asked questions such as was i not good enough? was i not pretty enough? are my boobs not big enough? to name a few. silly, i know. but that time, i didn't think so.

of course now, lookin back, i wanna kick my self right in the ass! i mean, i should've known myself well enough to think otherwise.

as a wise man once told me, "it isn't always about you, you know?" and it's true. it doesn't have to be ALWAYS about ME.

and so, i learned when to give my head a good shake and tell myself "stop this foolishness you bitch!".

Life is too short. Live it.

Cyma after dark II

i have to say, it wasn't as fun as our visit last wednesday. while food was still great (we ordered 4 Saganakis!) and the cocktails simply wonderful, the music was B-A-D! i have nothing against reggae music but i think it wasn't the place for such. add to that the constant skipping of the cd which could be due to the fact the DJ was at his wits end tryin to mix. oh well, could be his first day at work.

so, after a good two hours, we decided to leave. but not before we try yet another array of alcoholic concoctions. flavors of the night being: Hurricane (same as Hard Rock's version), Electric Jam (like Hurricane, but instead of the grenadine, they used blue curacao) and Cosmopolitan (sady, a really disappointing take on my fave drink).

on the upside, i got to try their molten chocolate cake. served with vanilla ice cream and roasted chestnut sauce, it is by far the best dessert i've had in years. sinful, yes but definitely worth the extra calories. hehehhe! (april is so gonna kill me!)

way too cool a film to miss

in the age where entertainment options are unlimited, this movie kinda made growin up in the 80's not so bad. yes, i belong to a generation limited to what afternoon television offered in local channels. tv choices were few so i grew up watching every kid my age was watching.

that being said, TRANSFORMERS is way too cool a film to miss. seeing Optimus Prime beat the crap out of Megatron in 3D left everyone in awe. people were clapping. i did too. baduy na kung baduy!

the graphics were good. the story was simple - earth in danger from the Decepticons wanting the All Spark and the Autobots came to the rescue, with the help of course, of a teenage boy named Sam. there was humor in most scenes which i didn't mind but other hard core fanatics might find repulsive (doubt it though). however, not all robot characters were given enough exposure besides Optimus Prime, Megatron and Bumblebee.

bottomline, it's a film that people SHOULD see in theaters and not one of those which you can pass for a DVD copy.

and, while it's not Oscar material, it was simply brilliant.