Blood/Ties

i got a nasty "paper" cut from the pint of Selecta Strawberry Ice Cream's tin foil. can you believe it? tin foil! those things are deadly!

at first I didn't notice it, sabi ko pa sa mga trainees ko: "Wow ang red naman nito" only to find out... haha. i almost fainted on my way to the clinic 'coz it was oozing (blood mortifies me). to think I almost sucked on it. Vampire Diaries much?

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it's official. i have a new collection/obsession.

i am a tie person. tie, as in you know,

this:

although i have some from way back, i'm not really a big fan of the fat ones. the skinny ones are ok, but i gotta say, i love my slim ones the most. i've noticed that over the past few months, my collection has grown to a considerable amount. anything that occupies more than 10% of my closet is deemed considerable. and to think they are just ties!

i got them from all over. department stores, boutiques, flea markets, upscale establishments abroad... from dirt cheap (but trendy) to nosebleedingly expensive (think designer) ones.

i got a whole spectrum of colors. colors that becklettes/thunderbecks would have a field day trying to identify the color (periwinkle? mauve? burnt sienna?).  heck, at this point i could "out-color" a rainbow. and i've only just begun. ha!

now i just know there is a Freudian theory out there that best explains the psychoanalytical aspect of this obsession, but fuck whatever that is!

i love my ties.

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Wednesdays=hump of the week. Happy humping! :)

Your Wang Needs To Go

wangwang. the tagalog word for car sireN.

still makes me snicker every time i hear it. very pinoy.

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word of the day: onomatopoeia. defined as: making up a word based on how it sounds (ex, boom, cuckoo, achoo, boing, pak, wangwang...) i heard it from a college professor who happens to like dropping big words in his conversation. well, he has a doctorate in literature- i give him that. don't you just hate it when you run into someone who does this on a regular basis? you don't have to have a Ph.D. to be qualified to utter such words, but what i'm saying is, do it when the situation calls for it.

impress me with your candor, not your pretention.

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notice the trend nowadays, bloggers are being introspective. too introspective for their own good. is it because of the weather? gloomy skies equate to the spread of the emo virus. LOL.

i'm trying to not catch it.

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assuming your car has one, now that it's illegal what do you do with it? out of boredom, i was listening to AM radio this afternoon and i happened across two hilarious DJs.

top five things you can do with your wangwang

1. hang it on your tree this christmas. throw away your cheap ass lights. this is where it's at. you get lights, you get sounds.

2. put it in a dark room. play loud music. serve booze. presto! instant club! now quick, come up with a witty name like Che'lu or Bed or Top/Bottom.

3. not hearing your pa-tweetums chimes every time somebody is at the door? replace your doorbell!

4. celphone accessory. maiba lang. haha.

5. this is more for the politicians: can't wake up on time that's why you need to rush through traffic? use your wangwang as your alarm clock!

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hump day again. why can't wednesdays be more lively?

anyways, my chant: 2 days to go...2 days to go...

Howling Sucker

similar to the Pacquiao phenomenon (no crimes during his fights), expect this Saturday and Sunday to have the Edward/Jacob phenomenon.

instead of having no crimes, there would be zero sales from girl shoppers these days. establishments, you are warned! your store is lucky if you cater to both sexes, but if you only cater to the fairer sex, might as well close shop for the weekend. your clientele are all too busy analyzing frame by frame this supposed "like, the best movie of all time evarr!" to even bother shopping for themselves.

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i've often wondered about that idiom, them girls being called the fairer sex. so...men are just...fair? lol. how bout for my kin? don't worry, brothers-in-arms, i dub us as the fairest (fairiest?) sex.

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expect to see movie houses in the Metro packed to the rafters this long weekend (long weekend for me, i follow US holidays).

anyways, here's a little something i did in the office while passing idle time by.

Advent's Eclipse queer pie chart:

Legend:

a. you've read the book, you've bought the soundtrack/posters/whatnots,

you have a shrine dedicated to Stephanie Meyer, you are the president of

the Twi-hards fan club, Manila branch, and have probably camped

outside the theater days prior to showing, just so that you are

the first in line.

b. you are an obsessed little 12 year old girl trapped in that body of yours

c. you don't want to be left out, "hey, everybody's doing it! might

as well..."

d. you want to see it for the superb acting and the soul searing 

scriptwriting that speaks to your very core...right.

e. Jacob's ABS. 'nuff said

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where do you fall under?

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can't say i wouldn't be watching though. i can not be squeamish about balot/isaw/betamax/adidas/insert-hideous-food here and pretend to act like i'm puking everytime a friend of mine eats it in front of me. why?

because i haven't tried it. ever!

my mantra is simple. one can not diss/lambast/loathe/scourge/pillage/vilify/abhor/destroy...or simply put, hate on something IF one hasn't tried it himself.

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that is why while my sister was away in the US, i snuck out her collection of Twilight books to read the entire thing...

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stop the presses! it's utter crap.

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have a good weekend everyone!

Scare/Seasons

the cab i rode today had spiders. 10 fucking huge spiders.......

made of plastic.

haha, funny manong. so funny i wanna slam your head on the dashboard.

the initial shock sent me on a crazed fit. i almost flung my crazy expensive phone at 'em (they were stuck to the back window). for a moment there, i swear, i thought they were real. 

i have an abnormally low level of tolerance for anything with 6 legs. specifically, ANY of the bajillion insects crawling on the face of this earth. 

man, i can deal with rats. read: grotesquely huge, disease-from-the-sewer-laden rodents. i can touch them, pound them to a bloody pulp, complete with splatters on the wall, without being revolted. i somehow find this macabrely fascinating. as a finisher, i can even fling them at you! 

you know, coz i'm macho like that. 

but don't you ever, EVER, start me with the cockroaches. even the itty bitty tiny ones (they're the grossest).

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in other news, look outside your window. see them dark clouds? they're finally here! my second least favorite season of the year! (2nd daw o, ilan lang ba naman meron sa tropics?).

that is because in advent's (my) calendar, there are three seasons in the Philippines: 

Feb - May: the dry - best depicted by gyrating, enticing, sexy male bodies on the beach that i wish i have (in due time). 

Jun - August: the rainy - best depicted by the grumbling, shivering, disgruntled advent who can not go out and party because he's wet. 

and Sept - Jan: the christmas season: best depicted by a grinning, splurging, and stupidly happy advent.

guess which one is my fave? hehe.