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Stalkies
hold my hand
Instructions:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different descriptions of their perfect lover.
2. He/she needs to mention the sex/gender of their perfect lover.
3. He/she must tag 8 more people to join this game and leave a comment on their respective sites anouncing that they've been tagged.
4. If tagged a second time, there's no need to post again.
I've been tagged. By my sister. Whose responses are much like mine...
1. Nice hands with slender fingers (think the kind of hands that the pre-Raphaelite painters were fond of) and the kind of face you could wake up next to for the rest of your life (Like Pike, who's gonna start teaching Freshman English at Ateneo this school year. I so want to stalk him)
2. SOLID - physically. As in he won't look like a wimp beside me. (Allen and Leo are sick of this adjective already) Inuzuka Kiba from Naruto is so very solid. (Drool!)
3. Solid - More mature spiritually and so much wiser than than me. (A man I can follow. Yes, I believe that the woman should submit so you better make sure that you're submitting to the right bloke!)
4. Not scared of being "weird" - willing to crazy dance with me on the dance floor while everyone else slowdances (although slowdancing is also fun ;-p)
5. Artistic - I'd love him to be a photographer and/or a percussionist. (Drool!)
6. Intelligent - If you don't understand why this is on the list, you're an idiot. Idiots should be neutered. There are too many stupid people roaming earth already.
7. Eloquent - Watch your gramaticals! Rex Navarette English/Filipino is fun some of the time but please don't end the vows at the altar with, "Ah don' know how I doh et, ah jazz doh et!
8. A Balloo kind of daddy. Look for the bear necessities... (*Sigh*)
I've always been part of the trio. This is my latest one. We're starting a webcomic soon about life after college (and bashing everyone "normal.") So watch out for it.
In other news, I finally got a new ring. The old ring was just getting too painful to look at so I got a new one. Haven't taken a pic of it yet though because I just received it yesterday from my parents' last jetset to Indonesia, my dad's going to Malaysia tomorrow. I'm being a jetsetter myself, business trip to HongKong in July... Just in time for Inuzuka Kiba's birthday! (July7)
Further Proof of God's Existence
I love the supermarket, I don't know why particularly. While a friend of mine enjoys nothing more than shopping for designer shoes whose price tag would match half one semester's tuition at the most expensive school in the Philippines (while grumbling about the social injustice of Pancake House's menu), my favourite past time is roaming around a nice big supermarket with a list haphazardly put together on various occasions (never on paper) which somehow managed to survive in my goldfish memory long enough to be transferred from potentiality to actuality via the medium of a nice shopping cart (not one of the possessed ones) and a bank balance safely above the minimum. Money is good. Perhaps it's what I've always pictured as a very grown-up activity, shopping for the necessities of the week or the month. Maybe it's the potential for finding "THE ONE," as voiced by my Eggplant Story from ages back, or maybe it's just the banality of it all that pulls me back into the solid world from which my imagination always attempts to rescue me. My imagination is my prince charming. (That sentence works for me on so many levels... Those who have seen my dude-doodles can testify.) But then again, it's probably my stomach walking.
Just when I thought soymilk couldn't get any better, I found my favourite Thai brand of soymilk (discovered initially in one of the myriad of Sleven stores scattered around Bangkok) in green tea flavour when I was out hunting wild singkamas in Shopwise Cubao. Green tea flavour and soymilk: the best of both worlds. With a free mini-carton of chocolate soymilk. As Leo would say, "'San ka pa?" To all you atheists: how much more convincing do you need?!
Wails of a one descending into the pit
I am slowly slipping into the abyss that is called jolofong (a more severe case of jologs syndrome). I've been noticing that due to the amount of time I spend in front of the computer (mostly doing graphics WITH A MOUSE --> my Wacom tablet to arrive next month!!!) my right wrist has developed a dark callus. Not nice.
I got one of those mousepads with a cushion for the wrist. The thing is, although my wrist was comfy, my mouse wouldn't work properly. I have an optical mouse and the red light bounced off the mousepad. So not nice.
So recently I got one of those wristbands favoured by the the jolofong ma-niggas (hifhaffer-wannabes), from DICKES no less!!! (just coz the ones from sports shops came in pairs and were more expensive either way) So now I have this fear of not remembering to take it off before I go out and some mah-homey guy approaching me. A new scary thought to keep me up at night.
The wristband is surprisingly comfy... BUT IT'S NOT REPLACING MY BLING! WERD!!
battle of the chocnut
Working from home has opened up so many opportunities for me... For instance, I've finally compared the many brands of very Pinoy chocolate-peanut sweets on the market: Chocnut, Choco-star, ChocoMani, ChocoFighters, I was about to get Hany but they didn't have it at Shopwise (one of my new meccas) and Ministop puts such a big "patong" on it I didn't want to get it from there.
Anyway, the findings:
Chocnut: The original. Nice flavor. But the texture is a bit grainy, as if bits of peanut shell got thrown into the mix and got crushed up with the peanuts and chocolate. Kinda like chewing ground glass... Well, I know some people who prefer that so good for them.
Choco-star: Comparable to chocnut. Same texture. A little sweeter. Not bad.
ChocoMani: I really didn't go for the ground glass chocnut, I looked for something smoother. So I thought I liked ChocoMani. But then came the chocnut-fest. And I had the chocoMani last. Bad idea. It tasted like Chalk-o-Mani. Yech. It's a bit too milky compared to the rest and the texture... a bit chalky.
ChocoFighters: My Favorite! Smoother texture, not too sweet, just chocolatey enough. Complete with plagiarized characters (from various games I think) on each wrapper and even on the "free" pseudo-Pongs made from card.
horror story
I was in Abbott, just killing time because my client hadn't showed yet. Decided to grab a cup of tea in the cafeteria. I never get bored, there's always more stories to cook up in my head, some scrap of tissue to doodle on, and luckily on that day I had my sketchpad with me so I was good to go. Grabbed a booth near the wall because I wasn't in the mood to be harrassed. I settled down with my cup of strong tea and my pens...
Scribble, scribble, scribble...
And then I felt something brush against my leg. Because I have an overactive imagination, I try to downplay such strange happenings because they've caused too many embarrassing situations. So I ignored it.
But then I felt it again, something long and rubbery brushed against my thigh... I thought it might have been just just a strap from my binder.
Then something scratched my thigh.
Something was inside my pants...
I jumped up, shrieked, stomped my foot, trying to get the creature out of my pant leg! After a while I lost my breath and thought it must have been gone. I looked sheepishly at the rest of the cafeteria people, who were looking at me bemused.
"Ummm.. I think a cockroach crawled up my leg."
And then this guy goes, "Miss, daga ata yun..." (Miss, I think that was a mouse.")
Eeeek. To say the least.
This happened exactly six months after I had been kissed on the cheek by a cockroach (on my birthday). Add to those images the traumatic faces of the guys who thought me a prospect (double-yuck), I can't help but think that I must be a creepy crawly magnet.
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