chatting with kutz about the guy who "courting" her.

i don't get why guys find it so hard to court women. all that a woman needs is a little time and attention. do a little something for her. you can get a lot of clues with conversation. of course, here i am hoping that you are actually talking to her and listening.

example: she tells you she needs to get her bag fixed by next week, but she doesn't have time to pass by a mr. quickee (that is where they fix those right? hehehe). is it so hard to tell her you'd be happy to fix it for her. or at least drop it by the shop to have it fixed. and sure she will have your eternal gratitude.

example2: she' suddenly craving for baked zitti. order her a take out, and drop it by her place/office. it'll be a nice surprise.

example3: she's feeling really, really depressed. worked sucked. she has to much work. drop by with a flower. or have it delivered to her. it's bound to make her smile.

if you're alittle low on cash, it need not be a problem either. just hang out with her every once in a while. call. text. let her know that you're thinking of her. send her a cute message in her cell. or in ym. greet her good morning. tell her when you remember her. it's sure to make her smile.

randomly searching and stumbled on this one:

I get no kick from champagne

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all

So tell me why should it be true

That I get a kick out of you

Some get their kicks from cocaine

I'm sure that if I took even one sniff

That would bore me terrifically too

That I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me

I get a kick though it's clear to me

that you obviously do not adore me

I get no kick in a plane

Flying too high with some gal in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

But I get a kick out of you

the site says: jamuie callum lyrics. i have no idea who he is and how this song goes... but i love the lyrics.

doing a labeling thing. para i won't hafta post different enries... katamad eh. so this is gonna be a long one (i think)

ALFIE

watched Alfie last suaturday. Reminded me of guys i usually get "involved" in. only difference is, Jude Law's gorgeous... while they can only hope to have even half his looks. hehe... here's a list of things i managed to get out of the movie: 1. FBB means face, boobs, and bottom (they're english). 2. when you're young, it's okei to look sweet and nice and a bit naive. when you get older, however, it's cooler to be sophistacated and experienced. you attract older men with the former and younger guys with the latter. 3. there will always be a meantime girl in the picture. it's an inevitable part of life (honestly, i'm getting tired of playing this role. why i'm getting into it is another matter entirely... and would require intensive psychological probing and after-care therapy) i was supposed to post more. i though of a lot! promise! but i forgot. selective amnesia... sometimes i can't select what i forget.

UN LONG DIMANCHE DE FIANCAILLES

saw it kanina. love the movie! as in! i miss taking french lessons... i was thinking kanina, the movie seemed like it was directed by the person who directed amelie. as it turned out, same director nga. the style is really very similar. for one, yung voice over all throughout. may narrator sha ever. then, the shots. and the texture of the film. pareho. and true to the title, A Very Long Enagement is a pretty long movie. almost 3 hours long (kasama mga previews). but it is never boring. actually talking about it will lessen the value of such film. basta, it was really good. period. funny lang coz we watched the movie around 2 at rob galle. and we almost had the movie house to ourselves. there were only 12 of us watching. i know. i counted. astig noh?! kasi naman pala, last day shown na sha. after the 4pm screening, premier na ng Constantine. it would've been cool to sit straight til Constantine. hehe...

SUBPERSONALITES

found a book in the lib about "subpersonalities". apparently, there is really no one "i". each of us has about 4-9 people living in us. they have diffferent personalities. although some more pronounced than others. it's like, a girl could be a devil in school, and an angel at home. so may 2 personalities sha. or some of us have what they call a "telephone voice", wherein they sound totally different sa phone like sensual and flirty, and witchy in real life. in other words, ang ating mga pagpapanggap ay hindi likhang isip lamang. it is really a part of ourselves. according to the book (which i am sorry but i don't know the title, author, publishing house or even the published date... but which i shall endeavor to find out)it is also good to call these personalities names. hm. i would prolly have: ms. dictator, bitch goddess, silly little girl, promiscuous jill, idealistic virgin, confused teen, psycho headcase, autistic kid, meantime girl, and lazy bum. that's a lot of people. by the way, the book also encourages you to talk to these personalities. one of the suggested to do things in one chapter states that you should try to hold a meeting with these personalities, and assign one as facilitator. gad! i'm sorry but i'm having trouble thinking about doing this without thinking that psycho headcase is in reality more of a pretty dominant personality than i though possible (i am sorry if the sentence does not make sense... pero parang tama naman... oh, well, keber). and, i remembered an earlier post where i wanted life simple. they have a pretty good explanation in it. the book said that you wouldn't really have grown unless you get out of the black and white thing. i forgot why. i blame it on selective amnesia. hm. you learn something new everyday.

SOCIAL SKILLS

friend is doing a paper on teaching kids social skills. those things we take for granted like how to end a conversation, how to be polite, how and when to say "thank you", how to start conversations, how to deal with strangers... simple things really. but i know a lot of people who can benefit from this. alam ko may point din 'to eh. i was like thinking that time hm... i'm going to post something about this then i forget. damn.

if i had gone home later that i did, or rode in the "wrong" bus... i would've been one of those people who got blasted in the bus under the Ayala MRT station. according to the news report from inq (http://news.inq7.net/breaking/index.php?index=1&story_id=27590) (just cut and paste the thing... dunno how to do a link) The Al-Qaeda-linked Abu Sayyaf is claiming responsibility for the bombing. not to go conspiracy theory on you, but what if it really wasn't them? what if they're just riding on the publicity of the thing? hey, here's an opening to get free publicity in bringing terror in manila... let's claim it as ours! how sure were the inevstigators anyway? i mean, those people prolly thinks that anyone who looks dirty and local must be muslims. and all muslims are part of the Abu Sayaf. i'm not saying that their not part of the Abu Sayaf, but were the police (or whoever investigates this sorta' thing) considering other alternative suspects? impact in my life: now i'm not allowed to ride the busses. hm. so if they bomb the fxs' next, i'll prolly hafta learn how to drive, or have someone pick me up just to get places. urgh. speaking of fx, you know those collorums that are just found everywhere? aren't they doing a sortof violation or something? for one, i don't think they are supposed to there. hm. kaya nga kolorum di ba? plus, most of the vans have green license plates. you need the yellow ones to mean na you're a public transport right? all the better to pay for your taxes with. it's like common knowledge where those things are at. so, what i'm having a hard time figuring out is 'why the hell is no one doing anything about it???" honestly, i don't want them gone. sobrang convenient sha for me. pano ko uuwi and aalis and reach my destination na mukhang tao (without having to take a cab or get a ride) if ala ang mga yan? but still. oh, well. if you're tolerating the existance of a thing (and even supporting it through continued patronage), why complain?

"The condom is the glass slipper of our
generation. You slip it on, you dance
the night away with a stranger, and then
you throw it away - the condom, that is,
not the stranger."

Marla, from The Fight Club

passed by Ayala again this morning. in a bus. atapang atao noh??? hahaha! eniweiz, there were no bus stopping beneath the Ayala station. and there were no queue of people waiting for buses either. surprising! or maybe it's because it was almost 12 and sino ba namang maraming tao ang pupunta n south at that time in the middle of the week. on the other hand, this is philippines. metro manila. makati. ayala. kelan nawalan ng tao dyan? i did saw a really, really small group of protesters (around 20 or so) bunched up on one side. protesta para sa bombing victims one of the picket signs says. GMA was doing a coverage. the station, not the president.

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i have a weird feeling i'm standing in something i should define but i don't want to and i'm scared to find out about. ang vague noh? one of those things na i didn't intentionally get myself into, but somehow got in. dalawa lang ang choice ko, and it's between a rock and a hard place. in other words, it's a choice between what's the lesser evil. first choice may actually be a good choice. in a different situation. and with a different cast. but given the given, i can only see darkness and alot more darkness ahead. the other choice is the most logical. but it's the wrong choice. at kahit saan mo shang angulo tingnan, mali talaga. dead end sha. can you live forever in a dead end alley? magsawa ka sa pader nun! in a few days, claustrophobic ka na! of course there's always the last choice: walk away. balang araw.

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one of those random thoughts running loose in my head yesterday: we have certain basic tenets we live by. something like the ten commandments of my life. and everything else is just a derivative from these tenets. in other words, life is like math. simple pero complicated. hm... ako yun ah!

contrary to the topic title, hindi po ako depressed. but i've been there. and na-isip ko shang isulat while walking home galing sa labasan ng subdivision. medyo malayo-layo rin yun. kaya i had a lot of time to think and talk to myself.

i wasn't wearing my glasses nor contacts, so keber ako sa people around me. keber din if i was talking aloud (siyet. sana hindi!).

eniweiz, on the way pauwi, i saw a streetfood stand. uncommon yan samin. at dahil feeling ko subdi ito at clean ang mga ginagawa ng mga people, i bought 3 for P20 chicken isaw sticks. leech. ang mahal! P2 lang yan sa diliman ah! pero, ok fine. pay na rin. i'm craving eh.

eniweiz, back to the point of the topic.

the list:

1. food trip.

i'm an emotional eater. the weird kind. i eat when i'm depressed and happy. but i lose my appetite when i'm inlove (or feeling in love). pero di dahil payat ako ibig sabihin madalas akong inlove. normal state of being lang talaga yun. eating loads of sushi can be a real treat. especially if you love it as much as i do. cinnamon also works. kaya lang kasawa ang too sweet. if you want big servings, ok sa kitchen. the price isn't too high, pero sulit. mexicali is also good. love their grilled chicken and chicken enchilada. at para mas sulit change the veggies to rice.! busog ka nun! or chocloate kiss. their chicken ala kiev is really good. one of my fave. pero shempre if short ka sa cash, streetfood ka na lang. shempre weekend tambay sa diliman, dun lang talaga ko eat ng streetfoods. feeling ko kasi, anywhere else, dirty at hepa abot ko. ang logic ko dyan: maraming tao kumakain sa dili ng streetfood, may mga dayo pa nga. pero i haven't heard of any hepa or cholera outbreak (as of yet). i therefore conclude, the food is clean. madali naman kasing mapin-point dun di ba? suki system. for 2 bucks may isaw ka na. everything else is worth 4 or 5 bucks(?). so sa 40 pesos mo, for sure, masaya ka na nun!

2. get physical.

for sedentary people like me na gustong magpaka-physical, ang daming options! have you done wall climbing? i haven't. if di mo keri ang price ng rockwell. there's one rin in tandang sora. and it's only about a 100 bucks or so. buhay kana sa P150. or if you have more money to spend, try taking one of those classes sa gym. ang daming choices to choose from: latin dance, belly dancing, jazz, kickboxing, streetdancing. busy ka na, toned ka pa! or if mag gym ka na lang ng tunay. ok din naman. if di mo keri ang the likes of fitness first or gold's or fitness advantage or whatever mang libo-ibo maningil for membership na gym, try your suking gym sa neighborhood. it can't be that bad. basta aircon at may matinong equipments, keri na yun! malay mo, may drop dead gorgeous neighbor ka pala na you didn't know about kasi you're as as anti-social as i am, now alam mo na!

3. never go out without looking good.

for the girls, mag-heels, mag-accessorize! being sad is not an excuse to look bad. you feel bad na nga inside, you look lousy pa. ano pang maganda sa'yo??? dapat pro-jek! walk confident. never slouch. besides, looking good on the outside and projecting na you feel good has a good effect on the insides. not to mention ego booster when you notice alot of people checking you out. hehehe...

4. talk.

i feel good after letting out all my frustrations and depressions and hang-ups. just the fact na you're verbalizing what makes you depress is good therapy na noh. just make sure na tolerant ang friends. otherwise, baka ma-massacre ka lang.

5. if talking is not an option, write.

writing always helps. parang talking lang din yan. only you let your fingers do the talking.

6. sign up for a good cause.

para naman may sense ang life mo kahit depressed ka. join the red cross. volunteer in a charitable institution or an orphanage. there are alot of people in need of your help --learn to reach out. you may also find out na whatever's hurting you is not even half as much as what's hurting these people. if you don't know any org, ask me.

7. find a new hobby.

i tried learning about photoshop nun. blotching up your pics or someone else's is a good way to vent out. i especially used to love cutting up (and feeling artistic about it) a former obsession. hehe... just make sure no one really sees the dark side much. it might scare a few people. so far. yun pa lang naman. more in the future.

for all those peeps dropping by the site interested in having a gmail account, leave a message. i have 5 to spare. for those who aren't familiar with gmail: it means google mail. so it's another mail thingy. only it can store up to 1000MB, and it arranges your mail, so that if you're having email conversation with someone, it automatically links these mails together.

which is the lesser evil?

would you rather be in a situation where you could get into with eyes wide open, everything upfront, and the pain is inevitable?

or, would you rather not know how everything really is and there's a part of you hoping that maybe there's this slight chance that this shit could work because even if he may be the bad-ass guy you know he truly is, there may still be hope for change?

did i make any sense? or would you rather i vague it up for you further? hehehe...

i'm bored. i am sick and tired of talking to the lcd of my cell phone. i need presence.

have you heard about the vibe commercial? gad! it was sooo stupid! and what kind of communication/social skills are you trying to cultivate in this generation???

for those who don't know, it's about a guy who met this girl. a bit of their conversation goes something like this:

guy: do you use the internet?

girl: of course, for homeworks.

guy: would you like to chat?

girl: over coffee?

guy: no, i meant on the net.

girl: i need to buy a card.

guy: a greeting card?

and then it ended with the guy like saying "how am i gonna' get to know her?" or something to that effect.

argh! yeah, sure, promote impersonal communication. no wonder alot of people are sooo lacking social skills! call me old-fashioned, but i prefer things done personally.

iritasyon! found out something day after yesterday about so-called friend (who we shall henceforth call SCF). apparently, SCF told something nasty about me. normally, nasty rumors or opinions about me never affects me. pero this is different, kasi i though friendships kami. puneta!

RULE NO. 1: Do not put me in a box. i am not like anyone you know (it's natures way of keeping the world safe).

RULE NO. 2: Do not assume anything about me and present it as facts. regardless of the amount of time we've been together, i doubt you can say who i really am.

RULE NO. 3:Be honest. i appreciate honesty more than anything else. if you think evil stuff about me, tell me. i may never care for stranger and acquaintances' opinion, but i listen to friends.

backstabbing used to describe a supposedly trusted person who says something evil about you. (from my personal dictionary)