Aside from Facebook Abstinence

Hello! Where do I even start? I'm deathly afraid of "Palaspas".
Nics, a womanizer friend of mine 'fesses that yearly he does flogging where he methodically whips his so called sexy back as a way of punishing oneself. In Sparta, (back in the days) young men were flogged as a test of their masculinity.

I don't really know about Nics and his self-imposed corporal punishment or should I say exile but a lot of men I also knew doing this do so for the purpose of undoing some of their humanly unacceptable 'tudes or behavior, perhaps as divine retribution for some of their uncalled for douchi-ness, (what do you girls think?;p) sadly, these sorry men somehow ends up reverting back and forgetting about its very sense pretty quickly right after lent passes by. So again, what's the sense?? As for me I treated it no differently than just another New Year's resolution, where I frame my desires for the upcoming year for due changes. Just that I do set the the tone by theme-inizing like say, Forward, Bigger, Lesser, Stronger, with an overlying intention to apply to all I do, have you tried that? What about Travel, Possibility, Fitness, Sweet-less or Worry-free or whatever you have in mind but if it seems rather ominous to have a year long tone why not do it monthly or weekly plus that would allow you to accomplish more. Ooh, I think this calls for another post.

But let's go back to lent. What about you, got any particular whip or fave OB-belt you use for self -flagellation? Other than fasting, meatless Fridays and FB abstinence, what else are you giving up for lent?

Dahil sa Pag-Ibig, Piolo and Cristine: Romance options? Tick-box, please!

I'd be rarely seen plopped up on the couch watching pinoy flicks. Let alone follow a television soap. It's not that I am maarte or anything but honestly, it can be pretty daunting seeing the same mixie-matchie switching of a rich heiress baby to a smelly poor one, where the supposedly rich kid ends up to be maltreated harshly and much more "uber kawawa" later on when she morphs into a "tween"(this is what they call them these days, right?), because not only had she been robbed of her wealth and ridiculously rich fam bonding moments but she also has to contend with a guy, maybe slay a dragon or two?) Ughhh.

I've smelled this before. It actually left such a repugnant scent, it instantly repelled me. Fine, maybe I am maarte but what about you? Will you run me the flicks you are swearing off? Me? I am telling you a great pinoy television that I think is worth watching. Fine. Not only am I maarte, I'm cheesy baduy too. Hmf! whatev. At least I'm 'fessing that I'm hooked. Now that's plus one for me for honesty, HEH. 

                                                     Credit: http://www.cristinereyes.net

I don't know, maybe I'm such an oddball but there's something about the taboo and the "it's complicated" bit that gets me on, yanno. Here, both of them are interestingly conflicted. It's actually fascinating to watch. And I don't mean the incestuous flingy thing, I mean we both know they're not real siblings, right? (Is it just me? I don't know about you, but I'm actually impressed). Oh, and let me tell you, Cristine is piping hot! I've interviewed her during the "NO OTHER WOMAN" on one of my articles for Allura to one of the magazines I do freelance work for. Yes doll, professional mode not lesbi-honest mode, super duhhh!

Anywoo, why don't you see the trailer for yourself and see how seldom a trailer here is done well. There. Now that's positive! okay?! Pfft!!

Noobing

Hmm, still futzing with these damn settings, will get back to you once I’m pro. lol.


Seriously, I’m off for the long queue! I’m renewing my professional license to PRC today. Not that I need it when I go empty your bed pan and wipe that cute dimply lil ass of yours.. O_o


So, just hang in there and please try and be nice ’til your cute naughty privy curvy comes back, aite? Au revoir!

Futzing Out First Entry and Getting in touch with our Inner Beach Bum

Woo-hoo!! First entry! Guess it wouldn’t be that difficult trying to remember the birth of my blog as it coincidentally was born same with the lil sis. Speaking of the she-devil, I soo miss her—our daily summer island night life, getting in touch with our inner beach bum, pub-crawling ala station of the cross, swinging by each bar from one station unto the next one! Those full moon parties with overflowing booze courtesy of the illest live djs and bar owner friends we’ve made along the way which includes D, that latino guy who concocts yum yum mojitos and best cocktails just for the sistahs! Just who am I to say no when booze comes free overfloweth? Nothing to worry about! We, two peas in a pod always do manage to crawl ourselves back from the beachcomber no matter how hammered and rosy-cheeked we are! Ah, fun fun tips-y nights! Just sucks to know I wouldn’t get to hang with her anytime soon.

Ma gave me a heads up re: lil sis’ crazy packing rut as she’s leaving her condo and moving back to Richmond. Ack! Hmmkay, which reminds me of my own packing feat as well. (Filing mental note: to ask maintenance guy to take the gigantic ceiling fan out of my condo unit as brother dearest wants it back!), I don’t quite know what the fuss is about really as I know he’s not gonna be needing it anytime soon as he is again deathly hollow. Meanwhile I just got an ambush overseas call from Pa re: bruh’s itinerary and whatnots, uhh he’s Europe bound by now, Pops— btw, and FYI, This. Girl. Yes. Me. Unfollowing!!! Gahhh. Seeeriously lah, the father (and son) keeps driving me a lil not so over the edge. Whelp, ma?? Alright then, I’m off busying myself. Thanks blog! Geez! Thanks for some excuses to be busy!