I'm Lovin' It!

this made me grin from ear to eaR.

magawa nga sa drive thru to. hehe

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is it rude to stare at someone's crotcH? i found myself doing just that in one of my meetings yesterday. we have this expat coach who's drop dead gorgeous. and he was wearing this deliciously ill-fitting slacks. so i was listening in to the presenter (or was trying to...at the very least) when i found myself in my catatonic sessions.

i was remember this article on Qweerty.com bout growers and showers. oh and if you're not familiar with those terms, here for growers and here (definition #6, it's "show"-er; not where you take a bath). can't help but think he's definitely a shower.

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just for kicks, are you a grower or a shower?

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have a good hump day (Wednesday), everyonE! let's all collectively think that there's just 2 days left in the work week.

Splurge Silly

long entries turn off readerS. oh well. this is not a long entry. true story!

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i should have stayed at homE. i had to go on one of my unplanned shopping splurges. poor bank account. hehe.

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my baby is sick. :(

i was planning on just staying home, but my sexy black baby conked ouT. i panicked of course. but when i came to, i diagnosed (i know a thing or two). it turns out, it's not really the whole laptop, the battery just gave out all of a sudden. arg! and i was finishing up an entry. so i had to go to rush her to the laptop hospital (ie, Complink Megamall) to have it serviced. this machine is only 8 mos old! she can't be sick yet!

the Acer Timeline (specifically 4810t) is one utterly sexy beast. it comes with a humongous hard drive (well, at least to me), a dvd burner, high def 720p webcam, keyboard that makes other laptops weep with envy, and it's SO slim! when closed, i can't believe it's less than an inch! you could lift it with one hand and not even exert an effort. the one feature though that got me sold on getting it would be it goes up to 8 hours. read that again, 8. freakin. hours! that's like watching the Lord of The Rings (extended version), 1 to 3!

does having such a long-life battery have something to do with my lappy baby's mysterious "illness"? i hope not. and it shouldn't because i take good care of my stuff! my friend's laptop is now on its 3rd year. his battery  lasts a measly 2 hours when fully charged. but still, his hasn't encountered any problem since purchase.

i've been a very good lover/owneR. i've never abused my baby. the longest it has been on would be 5 hours. but that's normal right? i've heard of addicts keeping their lappys on for 24 hours and their batteries are still standing.

so my deduction is the battery they gave me is an old farT.

when i got to the service center kuya said the same thing (cookie for honestY!). my baby turns on when plugged in to a wall socket. everything is running fine. no virus (viruses, virii? whatever), no crashes, no glitches. so there. i had to have to use the warranty to have the battery sent back to Acer for replacement. kuya was all accommodating and all, he then asked me for the receipt...

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which i kinda lost so many months agO. good thing they had an archive of receipts.

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after having my baby's check up, i roamed the mall. Megamall is so much different from the Megamall of my youth. first and most glaring would be: the skating rink is no more! what a sad, sad fate for skaters. there was a time i dreamt of becoming a hockey player...yeah right, of course a figure skater! why? that's so manly diba? diba? just look at pre-showbiz Sam Milby. oh wait...

anyway, the mall had had a make oveR. although it's superficial, at least the mall doesn't have that "tired" look anymore. i checked out the new wing. it wasn't as big as some people think it is, but it's nice.

brasato il manzo di vino rossi and mozzarella fritte

i had a date with myself at Amici (can't believe that the restaurant just outside of my highschool is now an honest to goodness franchise).

after a scrumptious meal, it wouldn't be Amici if you didn't get a gelato.

with more italian sounding names than you can count!

sarap.

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speaking of which, there were a lot of eye candy roaming abouT.

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shopping is therapeutiC. my wardrobe is officially replenished. loving yourself sure goes a long way.

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Memo has always been my boutique of choice for my office attire. it's moderately priced and the quality is comparable to my Van Heusens, Arrows, Onesimuses, etc. (sometimes i even wonder why i patronize said brands). the Memo Megamall branch has a hottie in their sales stewards (i just coined it. nice ring to it, no?).

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the department store is having a fire salE. items have been slashed down by as much as 60%. i decided it wouldn't hurt to diversify my wardrobe, right? the department store had that makeover as well, it seems so fancy now. and i can't believe the bargain i got. super cheap, good quality long sleeved shirts at 800 pesos each! amazing! i should do this more. hehe.

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downside is they have a dressing room where you come en massE. lining up? come on! anyway, when you're in rome...right? so i patiently waited in line. i have this odd tendency of tuning out from all the outside commotion. i just stare into blank space. wala lang. you know, when you're fully aware of your surroundings but you're not there? something like that.

embarrassing moment turned flirting mode: turns out, when i snapped out, i was staring at this hunky guy fitting his shirts and deciding what to geT. i think i know why i was unconsciously staring: he had biceps that could feed an army. well, hyperbole much? but still you get the point. that's my weakness. biceps. i just find it so...appealing.

he gave me a smilE. not just any smile, but that smile. so gave him one back. the old me would have said something along the lines of "get the beige one, looks good on you." but i was so surprised i didn't even say a thing. he even followed me after i had my turn at the fitting room. but then all i was thinking is i just wanna get home. my gawd, what has happened to me?

i'm getting rusty.

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time for another sharpening. look out world!

..or maybe not. let's see.

Color Me

i'm having some parts of the house painteD. for the life of me, i dislike doing house fixes. dislike is the operative word. i can. coz i'm macho like that.

but that is only if i want to. and i don't.

so anyway, i hired manong Joe from across the neighborhooD. i didn't know he'll bring Joe Junior. and boy was i surprised. i normally walk around the house in boxers and without a shirt on. again, macho right? but when i saw Joe Junior, i swear, i'm never walking half commando while he's around. damn bod he got. like he lives in a gym and just sidelines as his dad's go-fer boy (go fer this, go fer that). borderline lean and buff, which to me is just perfect.

and his facE. imagine Coco Martin skim it down 2 notches, bake him in the sun for 5 days. turn him over, and let sit for another 2. oh and give him a musky scent. dark and a little bit overwhelming to the olfactory nerves, but so damned sexy.

'anu pano niyo pu gusto tirahin to ser? (tara, sa kwarto. sabihin ko sayo pano..)

'gusto niyo pu ba pati yung sa likuran? (saang likuran? hindi ako bottom.)

'ser, wala naman po yung mga babae dito sa bahay no? alis lang kami ng t-shirt. ang inet e.' (your dad can keep it on. but for you, by all means! take it off! take it all off!)

the whole afternoon went on like this: him saying something, and me, answering him something lewd in my heaD.

on several instances, i could swear he was staring at mE. you know, that look.

-ers aren't really my thing. and i don't go for them straight ones. i have friends who go gaga for these types. i respect that. it's just not my thing. sabi nga sa Here Comes The Bride, that's so 70's. haha.

so my stance on -ers stand. but i dig all 9 inches of Coco. i'm dying to know if Joe Jr. measures up to the real deal. like a box of dark chocolate. you never know what you get! decisions, decisions. LOL. saying goes: you can't diss something until you've tried it.

let's just see how good he is at 'coloring'...ha!

see you next entrY.

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fyi, this is my 49th post. i will be celebrating on the next one.

*edit: 49th entry doesn't mean all of 'em posted. dumb blonde me. sorry. 6 more to go.

ciao for now,
advent

Jackman and Rain Head

the following write up is a result of putting too much caffeine in my body. no, not coffee. but iced tea. did you know it contains caffeine? no? try guzzling 3 liters worth. then get back to me.

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i met someone neW. a professor. let's just call him professor jackman. moreno, buff in all the right places and tall enough for me, level headed and at the point in his life where he is already really stable. no, he's not a geriatric. he's actually just a year my senior.

i met him while i was on my way to the officE. surprisingly, he works in the building just beside ours. we bumped into each other as i was on my way to our lobby. he was walking hurriedly from the car park just adjacent our building. like those cheesy rom-com, boy meets boy. boy smiles, other boy smiles back. smiles that meant business. boy gets boy's number. boy meets up after work for a date. can you spell serendipity?

as i got to know him, i saw some facets that i find really attractivE. sure, he may not be brad pitt or orlando bloom, but i like my men a little off-center. you know, adorable, but not centerfold gorgeous. i don't go chasing after pretty boys. most that i've met thought that the sun and all the planets orbit around their little heads. the kind of boys i like are those who have really good angles and some not so good ones. that just spells character for me. i find that really seductive. beauty is overrated - it gets stale after a while.

it was a whirlwind acquaintancE. we had a good thing going. he'd drop by my office. we'd eat out. he'd drive me home. we'd talk over the phone for hours on end. you know, the whole shebang.

2 weeks ago he just disappeared into thin aiR. no hoo-has. no nothing. i'm not the type who goes into a stupor after the end of ephemeral affairs. i just think, oh well. fuck that. next, please! too little time to waste on petty sadness.

i got a text just last night from professor jackman. it was uncharacteristic of him to text me while i'm at work so i got really curious. he said he was parked in front of my building and that he needs to talk to me. i wanted to say i'm busy (which i really was) but i said, what the heck. at least i can sucker punch him in person if needed be, right? he said he wanted to explain. oh boy. here we go again.

so anyway, he saw me as i was approaching his caR. get in, he said. and i did. he smelled really good. and can't help but notice his biceps. i'm a bicep person. gets me salivating. anyway, i wanted to keep a poker face and was really curious as to what he was about to say.

'i wanted to set things straight. i want you.' (ok, what's the but..)

'it's just that i have a boyfriend of 3 years. and he's coming home in a week's time. i didn't know what to do because i've fallen for you.' (wow! i haven't heard that one yet! wow! you get a cookie for best original screenplay!)

'i'm not happy with him anymore.' (yeah, looks like it)

'i want us to be together. so if you can wait for me, i will end it with him.' (wow, do i get a cookie now?)

first off, i'm done playing the home wrecker's part. it was fun the first few times, but at this point in my life, i've learned that karma is nobody's bitch.

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i wanted to end this entry with a holier-than-thou, self-righteous piece. but i won't. because i'm not. and because i'm but human.

we ended up fogging up the windows of his car.

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it was fucking awesome.

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and man, jackman is hung! you know the type you only see in porn? good thing he's a bottom. otherwise, we'd get nowhere.

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speaking of nowhere, i know that's where this thing is headed. i just know it. but might as well have fun while we're getting lost.

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in other news, i just had my first head ache of the year. let me just say this, i only get headaches when it's about to rain. my head's like a freaky barometer. seriously. i am very sensitive to shifts in atmospheric pressure. when it's about to rain, the humidity rises and the pressure fluctuates - or something to that effect. i don't know what i just said, but it's a true story.

it's gonna rain tomorrow. quote me on that.

On The Market

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2 months since i decided to end our relationshiP. it's been 4 long weeks since i last saw my ex. different reasons came up every week. no withdrawal symptoms. i've never been more free.

it's been 4 years since i can say i'm on the markeT. not that i've never been tempted to dip my feet into the waters during that time. it's only now when i can do it without the creeping guilt.

so what have i been doing recentlY? i really didn't want to put myself out there until 6 months after our break up. so i was just living at the moment. just taking care of my  business. but you know what they say: when you are looking for something, it never arrives and yet when you are not, then they come.



menagerie
the basket case
i met him in one of my classeS. he caught my eye. not really gorgeous, but enough to make you take a second look. tall and has a "band singer" aura. i was more of a substitute for their class so i didn't stay long. one of his classmates was really into me but i didn't take it seriously.

2 weeks later i got an anonymous texT. he introduced himself as BC. he asked if i still remember him. i do, but i said something along the lines of 'help me remember'.

we had conversations that ran for hourS. first impressions were broken down. new ones were formed. he has a girlfriend. but he wants me.

the clinical instructor
i was just winding down my day when i decided to log in downelinK. old school, i know. i was about to log out when i got this IM blinking. i didn't even know DL had an IM function. i first though it was one of those phishing scams. i clicked it anyway.

i got into one of the most interesting conversations i've had in ageS. a typical chat session for me ends when i grow tired of the asinine chatter on the other end of the line. mr. CI kept me hooked. he had a very good way with words. he managed to make jaded ol' me blush. me! of all people. i've seen/heard 'em all. but he was different.

checking him out, a pinoy beautY. sexy brown skin with matching soulful eyes. plus he's got that built i go nuts over.

he sounded very put togetheR. attraction point: same age as i am. i'm envious because at a considerably young age, he is already way more successful than i am.

atom

for lack of  a creative monicker, i just decided to call him by the first person that came to my mind when i saw his pictures: Atom Araullo. a real dead ringer. 

funny how i met hiM. it was when i was about to quit the same downelink session i had with CI above. i have a weakness for boy next door looks. 

a culinary arts student who would be graduating this junE. first time he called me, i called him CI's name because i got the numbers mixed up. haha. but he was cool with it.

downside, he is 6 years my junioR. my threshold is 2 years. at least he doesn't sound childish. he is surprisingly more mature than BC above.

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on some days, i ask myself if i'm ready for this agaiN. on some days, i ask myself what am i waiting for? this ride's going to be interesting. :)