Este...

Kamusta naman daw yung pagsunod sa yapak ng mga nauna?

And when I say nauna, I really do mean "ako or kami". In other words, "hindi ikaw".

LMAO.

What?

I'm just saying.

Oh and yes, I'm doing just fine in all my beautiful ginaya glory.

Blahahaha.

Bato bato sa langit. ang tamaan, guilty.

Gusto kong...

...tumalon tumalon sa saya dahil ikaw ang kapiling.



Ang tagal magupload ng video.

Tsk.

Pinapahiya talaga ako ng laptap na 'to. *Sigh*

Danabelle in Hella Hawwttt Shorts

It's so friggin' hot! Tsk. If it really weren't for the weather, this place would be great.

Tsk.

This place is so not great...

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I am sooo friggin' addicted to Heroes. So much so, that I brought my laptop, so that I could sneak in one more episode on the way to church.

Tsk.

What do you do with people like me?

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Speaking of Heroes. Hiro is so cuuuute. He's like a baby. Hihi.

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I hafta go buy props for the thing tomorrow. And I need to sleep early, 'cause we're shooting the thing hella early. Like 6am early. Yeah-huh! And I have to get to the location at least an hour before so I can prep the place.

I <3 prepping, though.

And I'm hella excited.

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Hella.

LOL. I can't get that word out of my head. I think this is all because of that one blogger that I've been stalking. Tsk.

Now, people be thinkin' I'm from Ca-lee-for-nee-yuh.

Haha.

Of course, I could be and I'm just not telling you.

LOL.

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I'm thinking of doing the thing today... But I want to watch Heroes... And we're leaving later tonight for a dinner kind of thing.

Tsk.

TIME! I need time.

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Speaking of time, my boss is all up in my butt again... He's still fishing for faults.

The other day, my semi-boss (the guy who lent me the Heroes DVD set), said that Superlolo was telling him that he stayed at the office all night and that he slept at the office (Slept? I'm so sure he left the "with someone" part out on purpose.) and that he saw that I left my keys on my desk and that my drawer was open and blahblahblah.

Ok, so first off, my keys are on the bottom tray, yes. And yeah, I might have left the drawer open, but there's nothing in my drawer. There was no cash and there might have been one cheque that's A/C payee only.

My boss is hella paranoid. I've been working there for over three years and s'ya lang naman ang nagiisip ng kung anu-anong kasamaan na mangyayari (...baka s'ya ang gagawa.), tapos magpapaka-vagina s'ya at magtatatalak. At maghahanap ng kung anu-anong rason para paalisin ako.

Fishing fishing fishing fishing.

I am so friggin' tired of this. I told him (in front of our HR manager.), if he wants me gone, all he needs to do is to say it, and I'm walking out that door never to be seen or heard from again. I don't need all of this unnecessary dramarama / office politics. Sinong tinatakot n'ya? Hindi ba n'ya alam?

Matagal na akong takot.

LOL.

...Sa dilim.

Haha.

Takot sa kanya? No. Bat ako matatakot?

Annoyed? Heck, yeah.

Kung ayaw, ayaw. Kung gusto, gusto. Hindi yung gusto tapos kung anu-anong satsat maririnig mo.

Let. Me. Go.

Para matapos na 'to. Tsk.

Tas eto pa... Yung bakasyon ko? Di ko matuloy-tuloy, kasi tinanggihan n'ya yung temp. Siraulong yun. Hmpfsh. Hanggang December pa ata kami maghahanap ng maghahanap ng temp. At pag nakahanap kami, baka isang linggo pa lang, sumuko na sa kahayupan n'yang lichi s'ya.

Pweh!

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So that last short wasn't really short. LOL.

iSorry.

I just needed to get that out of my chest. Para na kasi akong puputok sa asar.

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TPP is back on track!

The new theme is La Independencia to commemmorate (Did I spell that right? Tinatamad akong magspell check.) the Philippine Independence Day which is on June 12th.

Yes, I know matagal pa, but think about it...

If we vote on the La Independencia photos on the 6th and the Photo of the Week gets chosen on Monday Morning, it will be displayed on the front page from the 9th until the 15th.

Which works out, I think...

Tsk. I could be wrong, of course, like I most usually almost always am.

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Anyhoos, kanina pa ako nagr-rant dito... Baka gutom lang 'to. Tsk.

iLunch.

Kissy kissy!

Danabelle in Love Story Shorts

I saw this last night. (Click on the word THIS. Yes, we're on Filo Film overload. Shut up.) Oddly enough, I was able to relate to both characters... Actually, I was able to relate to all three --

The one who left, the one who begged for their partner to stay, and the one who remained silent because it was right.

And yes, I cried.

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I want to go here: http://www.xpress4me.com/life/reviews/events/20007693.html



Sinong magd-date sa'kin d'yan?

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I bought the materials for the Ringflash v1.1. It is going to be awesome!!! Oh and Dox, gagawan kita para you can want something like you said. :) iNice? (Haha.)

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I'm hella psyched for the prenup this weekend. :) I hope I get to do the couple justice. They're sweet and I love them. :) It's going to be a little weird, though, because this is just going to be me. No APs and no PAs.

It's going to take some getting used to.

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Sooo... We're reviving The Photographist Project. It's going to be a weekly thing and more, baby!!!

We've got some awesome things planned for it, including a new voting scheme, which we'll be announcing tomorrow. :)

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Oooh! And there's a surprise thing in production. :) Yayyy!

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Naiinis ako.

Naiinis talaga ako.

As in nakakainis.

As in nakakainis talaga.

Yun lang.

Bow.

Danabelle in Body Shorts

"Sana ako na lang... Sana ako na lang ulit."

"She had me at my worst, you had me at my best... At binalewala mo lang yun."

Sooo... I was finally able to see this movie. YES, bakya ako. Nanonood ako ng sappy Filipino movies. Bawal?

Anyway, I was hella excited to see this, 'cause a couple of friends had said that it was good.

...And it was ok. I cried. (But that's not really worth much, 'cause I cry at everything anyway.) Buuuttt... For a Filo film, it was pretty ok.

Hindi lang talaga ako maka-relate.

I mean, in movies, I usually find myself totally in there... Not only because I'm a frustrated actress, but also because I'm hella dramatic in real life... But in this one, I just couldn't see me.

I think it's because the lead character wanted to find herself, because she feels that she's lost herself to her partner...

...And I have already found myself, and when I do happen to fall in love, I don't mind losing myself to the person that I have fallen in love with.

And usually, when I break up with someone there's that finality that goes along with it. Because I know that if we ever did hook up again, the reason we broke up would keep coming up still.

Tsaka, kung mahal, mahal! Kung hindi, eh di hindi. Lichi. Kinokomplika pa eh.

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This morning, I had an epiphany. I was waiting for a taxi for like the longest time. And I realized that waiting for a taxi is like waiting for the right person to come along...

You keep hailing them to stop and it's always, "Oops. There's already someone in there. Wait for the next one." or "Oops. Doesn't want anymore passengers." or "Oops. Doesn't have a license plate to operate in your location." or "Whoops. Overloaded. Next." or the list goes on and on and sometimes, no taxis pass by at all... And the longer you wait, the more jaded you feel. But you know what, when the next taxi comes, the one that you hail and will stop and take you in, you'll feel this fantastic relief and and you'll say, "Finally. Thank you, Lord."

And you'd have been more thankful than if you had gotten another taxi earlier.

Of course, you've yet to know whether the taxi that stopped will be able to take you to your destination, but if it doesn't, then you can just get down, compose yourself, and hail another one.

Uber sappy, I know. FORGIVE ME, the Filo movie gave me a hangover.

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Speaking of watching... I started watching Heroes. And ooh, I doth think that an addiction hath cometh on.

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Oooh! Oooh! I've come up with this fantastic new story. Actually, I've been toying with that story for the longest time, say like 4 years? But I never really thought of translating it into a screenplay, because it was too personal. Anyway, I'm thinking of doing that. Keyword there is THINKING. Because I still haven't even finished the screenplay for that indie film that we were supposed to have been doing like right now.

Tsk. Hayyysss.

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The Photographist Project has been in hibernation for a very very very long time.

Are y'all still interested in waking this group up? If you are and if you have the time ('cause I don't.), please send me a message and let's try to work something up. We need new admins to keep the group running. And until then, no new themes yet.

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Sooo... I've been toying with the idea of getting a new body. Is it a good thing or am I just being Little Miss Wanty Wanter again? My D40 is going to be a year old in July. I have no plans of giving it up, I just think that a second body would be useful. Like a D80 (I hate you, Ivy. LOL. Joke lang. Thanks for letting me try it.) or a D300 (Why must you be so pretty?). On the other hand, I could just get a new laftaf instead (Mansanas?).

What do y'all think?

Tsk.

Nevermind. I feel like such a brat. Nag-guilty tuloy ako. Masyado akong maraming gusto. Lichi.

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Speaking of wanting things... I have a couple of ghetto projects in the works. :)

1. Portable Ring Flash v1.1 and v.2
2. Softbox
3. Ringlight v.2 teh GINORMOUS version
4. Creative Aperture Filter (This is like taking forever. Anuvey?)
5. Built-in Flash Diffuser (I have this funky idea, that I haven't tested yet... But it's bound to be interesting.)

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iHungry.

11:54

More than an hour to go.

Tsk.

Later.

TopTenTuesday - Slam Book?

I know it doesn't seem like it, but typically, I like anyone, anything, everyone, and everything... I'm not one to be bothered or get annoyed easily and even when I do, I usually get over it very quickly. However, there are just some things that happen to irk me to my very core and here they are:

Danabelle's TopTen Hates

1.
Hiccups. Yes. Some people just don't mind it, but whenever I get the hiccups, I sometimes feel like killing myself just to stop it. Really.

2.
Stupidity. If I have to explain that to you, lumayo layo ka na kasi nagdi-dilim na paningin ko.

3.
Explaining. Hate. Gaaah. Tsk.

4.
Clinginess is next to neediness is next to I don't want to know you anymore. Kthxbye.

5.
Hypersensitivity. In line with #4, I just don't have the patience to deal with hypersensitive people because I am callous, desensitized, and insensitive.

6.
Baggage. Emotional baggage. I don't want it, I don't need it, and I'm not going to help you carry it.

7.
Pa-cute. Pa-cool. Pa-importante. Pa-special. If you're cute/cool, you're cute/cool. You don't need to be all up in my face with all your "cuteness/coolness". Oh and don't even think about "reverse-psychologizing" me with being nerdy/dorky/weird, 'cause that's what's supposedly cute/cool now. Just cram it. At wala akong panahon sa mga pa-importante at pa-special, hindi mo ako girlfriend, nanay, o yaya para pagpasensyahan kita. Come to think of it, sino ka ba?

8.
Yabang. I don't friggin' care if you're rich, smart, skilled, beautiful, or what not. If you really are, it will show without you having to tell me or anyone. And actually, when you think about it having to say it, kind of negates the whole essence of you being what you say you are. Y'dig?

9.
Idealism. Don't get me wrong, it's a good thing, but too much of it is just TOO MUCH. Learn to accept whatever's around you. You know, it's not such a bad thing and the world is not such a bad place. Learn to adapt.

10.
Unsolicited Advice. Especially when it comes to stuff that I know alot about and stuff they know nothing of. You may be older than me, but that doesn't mean you know more than me.

Mondays' Mimi Monologues - Danabelle's Dream

Last week, I let y'all in on my cornrow dreams... Although, unfortunately I was not able to get that done and I was not able to get a haircut either (DANABELLE, please find TIME!!!).

I don't know if any of y'all know this, but since she was a child and up until her teens, Danabelle had always dreamt of becoming an actress. She was pretty good, too. She loved the art of it all. So much so that since her high school did not have a Drama class, she would practice her acting skills on her friends. She'd tell them a story; a totally ridiculous and unbelievable story and she'd make them believe it. Afterwards, she'd tell them it was a trip and they all have a big laugh. Her acting skills have even gotten her out of a pop quiz in High School. Ask her to cry, you'll see what I mean.

Anyway, it's been a few years now since she's let go of her aspirations and so imagine my surprise when last night Danabelle had this funky dream about someone frenchkissing me and getting it on film.

WTF?

For shame! I knew D. wanted to be an actress, but I didn't realize she wanted to be that kind of actress. Who knew D. had pornographic aspirations?! Certainly not me. I am a vajayjay, but I'm very conservative. Granted, I went through the nudist (i.e. commando) phase when D. was around 18, but that was just the teenager in me, wanting to let loose or what not, and I've gotten past that. This is all just very shocking to me. And I know this makes me seem like such a selfish bratty bajingo, I mean, D. getting paid and me getting kissed, it's should be a dream come true. But nah, I can't do it. And I'm sure that was just one of D.'s weirdo dreams not really an aspiration... I think, I'll just stick to blogging. I think that's more than enough exposure for a pepe such as myself.

Toodles!

Dear Doxy,

Hindi yan watermark.

:) Parang lang.

Ayun lang. Namiss kita habang nasa Abu Dhabi ako.

Inisip ko kung paano kaya kung kasama ka...

Matatakot ka kaya pag pinakita ko 'to sa'yo


O matatawa lang dahil naging ghostsss si Sledprey (Sedfrey).

O kaya ito...


Matakot ka kaya o pagtatawanan mo ako dahil masyado akong nagpipilit mag-PLINE ART (Fine Art) Photography... At pagkatapos ay hihingan mo ako ng sunglass.

*Buntong hininga... Yuko... Sabay iling*

Sa sobrang miss ko sa'yo, dumungaw ako sa bintana at nagkwento sa hangin... Kinwento ko na meron akong ka-Multiply na nuknukan ng kulit. Kinwento ko na mahilig itong mag-buntong hininga at mahilig umiling (Sa sobrang galit sa pana?). Tas sabi ko, "Sana andito s'ya... Kasi miss na miss ko na s'ya... Mas lalo sigurong masaya kung ganon."

Di ko napansin may ibon pala dun sa may bintana...


Nagalit sa'kin yung ibon kasi agaw trip daw ako.

Napaka-superficial naman daw ng hinaing ko, eh s'ya nga daw ay may utang pa sa psychiatrist dahil tuwing dadaan s'ya sa KFC nahihimatay s'ya sa takot...

Ayun lang.



Pasensya na, wala masyadong sense yung sulat ko sa'yo. Hehe.

Ingat lagi.


As Always,
D.

Actually...

You're wrong. The stars will prove you wrong and anyone and everyone will prove you wrong.

Oh, wait, I'm sorry, have I said that before or written it? I have a tendency to repeat myself, I don't know why. And no, I do not feel like walking on eggshells, not today, not ever. Thanks for the offer, however I must decline.

I'm going with Peter. Unreasonable, as that may seem. I do not want to think about this and I do not want to talk about it. It's unnecessary and you know it. And no, it's not only that. It's a whole bunch of other things.

You have and yet you still want more. You want to be set apart and yes, we've already gotten the point. Enough is enough is enough is enough is enough... is... Oh wait, did I repeat myself again?

Haha.

It's a joke.

Laugh.

Danabelle in Work Schmork Shorts

Ajman City Centre is looking for someone on a resident visa to replace me on a temporary (?) basis (2-3 months... Possibly more.), here in Ajman City Centre. The person has to be fluent in English and must have excellent telephone skills ("Thank you for calling Ajman City Centre, how may I help you?"). Must have good computer skills particularly in MS Office and Outlook. Should be able to work under stress (aka the boss) and must have an extreme amount of patience (for the boss)... Like boxes and boxes of patience.

Interested applicants can send their CVs to

Danabelle.Gutierrez@maf.ae

Muh-ruh-meeng suh-luh-mutt poe.

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Sooo... My birthday is in less than a month.

Tsk.

I'll be 24 and single.

How sad.

It's always the wild ones that settle down last.

WTS.

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I have a bajillion pictures from the weekend.

I'll try and sort through them tonight.

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Oooh! I met two new people.

Ivy... Whom I now love with all that is in me. Haha. Tia Pusit. Blahahaha. The girl is mad funny. I love her. "I told you to come... And... I said... I... Uh... Ok..." LOL.

And I met Ed in person. Finally. Nagkatawang tao din s'ya. POGI pala, eh. Uyyy. Blush yan. Hahaha.

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Sometimes words just march one right after the other. I miss how that always used to happen.

It's a mysterious travesty.

You wish, but you don't want. You will, but you cannot. And it goes on and on.

Sometimes words just march one right after the other. I miss you.

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Everyone wants to feel special. Some people just go wayyy too far.

No apologies. Deal with it.

The Who v.Badong

The who ang Fantastic Five na nagpunta ng Abu Dhabi para maging Super Six (Pwede din Magic Eight...). The who sila, na imbis maghanap buhay ay nagpa-pampam na lamang?!

Stories and pictures tomorrow.

Must. Rest. Now.

Kissy kissy.

Danabelle in Training Shorts

Sooo...

I was in a training sort of deal kind of thing... for two days!

I'm sorry.

Forgive?

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So, training was fun. I haven't that much fun at work since forever. I mean technically that is still work... I think.

I learned how to push out my passive behavior and instead be assertive, but not aggressive.

The key now is to actually put that into practice...

Hmmm...

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Sometimes there will be some people that are just graaahhh... And there will come a point where you'll just throw your hands up and say, "Y'know what? Fine. Whatever."

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Monday, I had a meeting with my boss and our HR manager.

I thought for sure that I was going to get sacked, because my boss has this thing where he just doesn't like me. We both have a strong personality, I think, and he just can't stand the fact that I will never ever patronize, compliment, or stoop down. If he wants that, he's gonna have to find a pet not an employee.

Anyway, thankfully, I did not get fired. They insisted that I take the 2-month vacation that they've been asking me to take, but I was too guilty to do so.

So I took it. A little reluctant, but grateful at the same time.

Anyway, I need this, I think. I really do.

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So my hair is now about a week old... And already it's causing a ruckus.

I mean, it's easy to handle and all and I love how it looks... It's just that people's reactions can be so funny.

Yesterday for example, someone asked (very rudely, too, might I add.), "Baket mo pinaganyan ang buhok mo?".

Man, I wanted to whip the person with my braids and say, "Eh gusto ko eh! Walang pakielaman ng trip! (Mosquito, kaw ba yan?)"

Seriously, what kind of a question is that?

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I think I have trouble with people asking me why I do what I do.

I really do.

There was one time, where I was phototrippin', actually, no there have been several times, and a bunch of people have actually come up to me and asked, "Baket mo kinukunan yan?", "Pati yan kinukunan mo?", "Anong meron?".

Anubeh? Wala sabing pakielamanan ng trip! Mga agaw trip kayong lahat! AGAW TRIP! (Pepoy, istatue?)

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What is it with people and ownership?

It's like they want you and they want to be the only one that can access you.

I mean, sure I get the whole, monogamy thing, but with friends, I don't get it.

I mean, yes, I like you. Yes, you are a wonderful friend. Yes, I like you so much so that I've even let you in. And yes, I really think you're great, but... No, I am not a child and I will not let your views take over mine. No, I will not hate the people that you hate. It's a preference thing.

Deal with it.

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It was my "daughter's" birthday today. Actually, her actual birthday was on the 20th, but we celebrated it tonight.

I didn't get to take too many pictures of that, 'cause I was hella tired and I'm not so good at nightshooting, still.

So, but here are some pictures of her that I took about a month ago... Cute, yeah?

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Tomorrow, we get to go to Abu Dhabi. Which is bound to be awesome fantasmic fun. :)

Can't hardly wait.

Kissy kissy! Toodles!

TopTenTuesday - Blog Schmlog

I know, I know. This is long overdue... I think I said I'd write about the sites that I frequently visit (read: stalk.) a year ago. And yes, if you must know, I may be addicted to Multiply, but it's not the only site I'm addicted to. Anyway, here are the other sites that I usually visit (in no real particular order).

1.
http://www.xanga.com/gerkshinobi

I've said this before, I'll say it again. I LOVE GERK! Haha. He's such an amazing photographer in my opinion. His pictures made me want to get a fisheye. And he has changed my views on editing. Awesome awesome awesome guy. :)

2.
http://www.diyphotgraphy.net

Ghetto photography yumminess!

3.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com

Now that is where I get my secret on. It's just fascinating to read about peoples' secrets... I mean, I know some of it could be fake, but whatever, it's cool.

4.
http://www.nataliedee.com

Remember those pictures? The badly drawn ones? The ones that I think are just absolutely hilarious, because I've got a weird sense of humor? She drew them.T
5.
http://www.geekologie.com

The guy who writes for this used to write for the now inexistent Hedonistica. I miss that site. That was way better. But, ehhh... Beggars can't be choosers.

6.
http://www.thesuperficial.com

Now that right there is where I get my gossip on.

7.
http://www.amazon.com

What? I like to shop. Shut up.

8.
http://www.dubizzle.com

I like to browse the ads. Wala lang. Masama na ba mag-browse ng ads ngayon?

9.
http://www.lg15.com

Tsk. I am so behind on this show. I have no idea what's going on. (But oooh... Pretty soon, I am going to gets the times to watches thisessss. Oooh wee. *Winkses.*) --- (Yeah, I have no idea why I pluralized the previous parenthesis thingers.)

10.
http://www.humblevoice.com

This is where I get my art on. Haha. It's like a sanctuary. It's my home. I mean, I may always be away on vacation over here at Multiply... But at the end of the day, Humblevoice.com is still and will probably always will be my home.

Seriously, if you wanna see art and photography, read poetry, and listen to fairly new/really cool/no-one-knows-about-(yet or possibly ever) kind of music, then register and browse. It's awesome! (Or actually you don't really even have to register, you can just browse. It's really great, I promise.)

Mondays' Mimi Monologues - My Dream

Some people think it's odd for a vagina to blog on behalf of its owner. I beg to disagree. I think that pepe blogging is absolutely normal and healthy and should be practiced by everyone else. It gives your nice parts time to reflect and to just let loose (Figuratively!) and to just let go of all those bad vibes. I know I've been away for a really long time... So I guess it's best that we start from the beginning.

Hi. My name is Mimi. I am Danabelle's vagina. I blog on behalf of her on Mondays, because just like Garlfield, she's a fatass and she hates Mondays. I've been away for a while because, I felt that I may have exposed myself wayyy to much. And vaginal exposure is just shocking... Not that it isn't good. It was a dream come true! I mean, I'm thankful that out of the many vaginas out there, I seem to be very popular, but I guess in a way I was just a little overwhelmed. The pressure kind of got to me and I just became a recluse...

Oh and don't believe any of the rumors. No, I did not hang out with Lindsay Lohan and her gang of cokeheads during the time that I was gone... Doing that would actually be physically impossible. I mean, no matter how different Danabelle and I may be, we're still the same flesh and there's really no way that I could ever part with her...

Speaking of Danabelle, don't you just love her new hairstyle? I think it's fabulous, if I do say so myself... But of course, no one really cares what a vagina thinks.


I miss her... She hasn't been able to take care of me so much, because she's been busy. I hope she finds time soon, because I most definitely need to get a haircut... Or you know... I could get cornrows.

Yeah! I should probably get cornrows! That's bound to be cool right?

I'd be like the baddest bajingo in town if that happened. Haha. What? A vagina can dream.

Danabelle in Tagged Shorts

I am so loving my new hair.

Aside from the fact that this new style keeps "the hair" from taking over, I love it because of its shock value.

And I know it sounds very sadistic, but I love to shock people.

When I was 6, I had extremely long tresses that went down to my butt. A busmate commented that it was really pretty and he didn't realize it was that long. I cut it all off that same weekend.

When I was 12, I dyed my hair red. I originally wanted to dye it blue, but our school didn't allow for "unnatural" colored hair, so I went for red. Too bad, I don't have any pictures of that. Tsk.

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Sooo...

I was tagged by Chris and Titan aka Kisstian.

...And I'm tagging anyone who reads this.

Ten Random Facts About Me

1. I have mild gephyrophobia.

2. When eating fried chicken, I peel off the chicken skin and save it for last... When it's time to eat it, I put rice in the middle and wrap it around... Like a chicken skin sushi. LOL.

3. My favorite spices (to cook with and to eat) are cinnamon and paprika. (Yes, I'm one of those who put paprika on everything.)

4. When asked the question, "Filipini?" (It actually doesn't even constitute as a question... Tsk.), I usually pretend to be all kinds of other nationalities to avoid having to exchange "Kamastakas", "Mah-bootees", and "Sah-lah-mats". I mean, c'mon, the first few times can be pretty amusing (circa 1992), but now it's about as fun as opening an umbrella.

5. In conjunction with fact #4, I have pretended to be Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Samoan, American, and Blanchianne (I made it up just for the heck of it. Isla De Blanche is supposedly an island somewhere in the middle of nowhere.)

And yes, I was successful in making all of them believe this. In fact, one time when I actually told them that yes I am "Filipini", they said "Laaaaaaaa. Noooooo. Mafi Filipini. Laaaa."

And yeah, they usually shut up when I say, I'm American.

6. Closely connected to fact #5, I have been mistaken to be Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Russian (Eyng?), and French (Hindi lang "Eyng?"... WTF?).

7. My right ringfinger is weird. I'll take a picture of it sometime... For now, just take my word for it.

8. I have never been wooed. (Kasi bumibigay ako kaagad? Blahahaha).

9. Currently, my first boyfriend and last boyfriend are the same. (Not to say that there weren't any other ones in between. Blahahaha.)

10. Oh here's something fresh... Mimi has a mole. No not on the inside (How would I even know it, if it was inside?!) and no not directly in front... Just use your imagination.

What? I told you, I like to shock people.

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I realized that I should have put off making this list until TopTenTuesday, but ehhh. Whatever.

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D: Oooh! I want that Coca Cola Can Glass!!!
Mami: Saan?
D: Ayun oh dun sa "Beerboard"
Mami: Saan? Nyahahaha.
D: Blahahaha. Ang masaklap non, hindi din naman s'ya billboard, mupee s'ya. Bussett. Nyahahaha.

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Lunch time.

iHungry.

Later!

I got my hair did!

P.S.: ---

Feeling virgin pa tuloy ako.

Hairstylist: Is it your first time?

D.: *Pa-demure* Yes.

Hairstylist: Does it hurt?

D: No. It's ok.

Jack be nimble... Jack be quick...

Jack jumped over the...

Ayyy... Natapilok.

Huli ka, balbon.

Panget daw ako...

Blahahaha.

Well, I'm not gonna argue with that, boo.

Panget nga talaga.

O tapos?


Ano naman ngayon?
















































































































Magkano naman ang sweldo mo? Kumusta naman ang utak mo? Matalino ka ba? Ang accent mo? Ok lang ba at ang P at F mo? Eh ang YOUR at YOU'RE mo? Ilang bansa na napuntahan mo? At ilang linggwahe ang kaya mong intindihin at sambitin? Maipagmamalaki mo ba ang pamilya mo? Maganda ba bahay mo?

Sorry. Hindi ko kasalanan na taga squatters area ka lang.

Hindi ko rin kasalanan na mataba ako kasi may pera ang magulang ko at napalaki ako sa kusina. Wala akong pakielam kung maganda ako o hindi.

Ang alam ko lang ay may pera ako at di katulad mo, pwede kong isampal ito sa'yo at pagkatapos ay magpapalipo at magpaparetoke ako.

Ikaw anong kaya mong gawin?

Manambit na panget ako?

Yun lang?

Dagdagan mo pa. Sabihin mong mataba ako.

Dali.

Kawawa ka naman eh.

Alam kong di ka sanay makakita ng mga katulad kong malulusog dahil lumaki kang gutom.

Halika, inaanyayahan kitang pumunta dito sa amin. Palalamunin kita, paliliguan, at bibigyan ng abuloy. Dahil PINALAKI akong maging matulungin sa mga less fortunate at mga hampas lupang katulad mo na may kakulangan sa edukasyon... Kawawa naman talaga.

The Anatomy of Gretel's Laughter

She laughs at anything and everything.

She laughs at the most absurd things.

She laughs at herself.

She laughs when she's happy.

She laughs when she's humiliated.

She even laughs when she's in pain.

She laughs even when no one else is laughing.

She laughs along even when she doesn't know what she's laughing about.

Like I said, she laughs at everything.

H did not come to work today.

Gretel laughed.

Gretel in Seattle Shorts

"Baby, I hear the blues a-callin', tossed salads and scrambled eggs."



Frasier is on sale at Amazon...

And.

I.

Bought.

All.

Of.

Them.

Well not all, 'cause I've already got the 1st season.

And it wasn't really me who bought them... I don't have a credit card. So, my mom paid for it.

So but yayyy!!! Who's up for some Crane lovin'?

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My brother informed me that HK fashion week is coming up soon. Mmmm... Shopping, photo ops, vacation.

Sigh.

How much is a ticket to HK now, does anyone know?

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I'm happy.

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Sooo... Today might be the last day that I see Hans. Their promotion lasts only until Saturday and I may not come to the mall during the weekend...

Sigh.

But... I'm wearing my olive green mocs today, meaning I'm in a more comfortable mood to flirt.

We'll see how it goes...

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Dear Rip-Off, punitin ko kaya pagmumukha mo? Wala kang mapapala sa panggagaya... Boba ka na nga. Wala pang originality. Lichi. And teka, sure ka ba talaga na kilala mo ang sarili mo? Sure? Sino ka ba talaga? Sino sa mga pinagpapanggapan mo ikaw? Sino ka talaga dun sa mga yun?

Affected ako eh no? Blahahaha.

Eh baket ba? Eh love ko si Dodo eh. Future model ko yun, kaya dapat pinagta-tanggol ko.

Hmpfsh.

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Lunch na! Later. :)

Gretel went off to buy coffee...

...at the mall, after lunch, as what has become customary these past few days. She took her bag, went out the door, and started to descend down the stairs... Her steps were a little wobbly, because she was breaking in her new black shoes. She had actually taken them off for the first part of the day and had been walking around the office barefoot, but now that she had to go down to the mall and buy coffee (and pass by H.), she needed to cover her feet solely for the purpose of looking fabulously fashionable. On the fourth step down she accidentally dropped her bag. She laughed, partly because what had happened was funny and partly because she just realized how nervous she was. "This is absurd," she thought "I'm just buying coffee. Why am I being like this?". She gathered herself picked up her bag and continued to descend down the stairs.

As she turned the corner she could see a familiar figure in the distance and her heart raced. She looked away for a moment and looked back, the figure was still there. With her knees shaking, she went inside one of the shops, to calm herself and to look at shoes. Shoes seemed to calm her. Vans shoes most especially. She asked for her size, all the while thinking of what she'll be faced with once she steps out of the shop. Unfortunately, the shoe store did not have her size meaning she could no longer delay it, try as she might. Gretel had to face Hans.

And so with all that is in her, she breathed deeply and exited the shop. And as soon as she took her second step, it happened. She tripped and fell on her butt. Utterly humiliated, Gretel struggled to get up only to fall back down, "Fashion, be damned!", she thought to herself. Suddenly, a hand was extended and as she looked up, she saw that the hand was connected to that familiar figure that she saw in the distance. The one and only H.

Sigh.

Actually, the third paragraph is a lie. This is what really happened --

As Gretel neared the stall,

H: Hi, musta na?
G: *Smiles and puts her socialera mask on* Ok lang naman. Ikaw? Wala ka kahapon ah.
H: Oo nga eh. *Smiles shyly*
G: *Raises an eyebrow, smiles with a semi-pout, and keeps on walking* Namiss ka ng mall... (Sa loob loob: Ako din!!! Namiss kita!!! Gush.)
H: *Blushes* Oh talaga? *Pabiro* Shempre, ganon talaga.
G: *Smiles mischievously and walks past while looking back for just a bit and then flips her hair and keeps on walking... Bouncy curls and all.*

Sigh.

Gretel's a coward wrapped up in a tease topped off with curls.

What do you do with girls like her?

Gretel in Virginal Shorts

I had the weirdest dream (People who know me, know that this is what I almost always usually say about my dreams.) last night. I dreamt of H. And I dreamt that I was being pimped to him, because apparently he's a "virgin killer". Virgin killer in the sense that he kills the virginity, but not the girl... Y'dig? Anyway, in the dream I walked away and said, "Well, I'm no longer a virg-ee-yuhn"... Stupid dream. Should have pretended to be a virgin. I could have gotten my pretend virginity killed by a hawwtt hawwtt sexy man. Tsk.

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I: Mahal mo parin ba si _____?
D: Oo naman.
I: O baka mahal mo lang dahil di mo pa s'ya nakukuha.
D: Guh-guh. Blahahaha.
I: De. Joke lang. Alam kong maraming rason para mahalin si _____. Saksi ang mga bituin sa langit sa mga rason para mahalin si _____.

Yun eh. Ehhh... Pero di naman n'ya ako mahal... So, nevermind the stars in the sky and nevermind this obsession with fate and destiny. I've been wrong about this before, I guess I'm wrong again.

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There's this finance guy sitting right in front of me... He has rage issues, I think... He seems like the kind of guy who'll just blow up at any minute and I'm having this fantastic urge to actually try and push him over the edge to see what he'll do.

I hope he doesn't kill me. What? You know how finance guys can be...

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It's only 9:13 am and I'm wishing that it was already lunch time... Partly because I'm fat and I want to eat already, but mostly because I want to see H. Haha.

Ang landi ko! This is shameful. And I am shameless.

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One of the sales ladies at the mall dropped by.

She annoys me.

I mean, she's nice and all... But goodness, she comes in all like, "Oh I'm so tired... Oh it's so busy... Oh it's so blahblahblah. Oh I'm so kawawa."

Anuvey? Sympathy is given not asked for.

But it's not that I don't like her. I do. She's nice... It's just annoying sometimes.

Oh and plus she just loves to speak English... Gusto ko s'yang sabihan ng, "Hija, pareho tayo pinay, please lang. Please, I'm begging you, for the love of all that is good and schmoly, tigilan ang pagi-ininggles ng mali mali naman."

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I wish I had a nicer boss. Tsk.

Kung hindi man nice, sana gwapo. Para at least pwede ko s'yang pagnasaan habang minumuramura ko s'ya in my mind.

A bit S&M-ish, huh?

Oh well... There goes my virginal dream.

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It's 1pm. I wonder what's in store for H&G...

I guess we'll all just have to wait.

I'm off to lunch.

Toodles!

TopTenTuesday - The Art of Degradation

Top ten tips to effectively insult someone

1.
There are two effective ways of insulting someone - One is making sure that they understand the insult so that it actually sinks in and shatters their very being, the other is leaving them absolutely clueless, but utterly intrigued that it kills them a little everyday.

2.
Insults are different from compliments. Compliments can be generic and will be accepted by anyone at anytime (humbly or otherwise). Insults should be custom made to fit with the person. I, for example, will not be insulted if you call me a "bitch". I would probably even take that as a compliment.

3.
K.I.S.S. stands for keep it short & simple. This does not apply to insults. The longer, more descriptive and succinct an insult is the better. Don't just settle for "You bitch!", instead go for something along the lines of, "You are a wonderful excuse for a bitch! You're a prostitute in a suit. You may look great, but you don't fool me. You good for nothing two-timing whore."

4.
When insulting someone make sure your grammar is pristine and without blemish. Mucking up, while insulting someone is an ultimate no no. If you speak excellent English, denigrate someone in English. However, if this is not the case, denigrate them in the language you know best. Even if they don't understand the language (see number 1), sometimes it's even better that way.

5.
The element of surprise plays a great part in disparaging someone. Hit them when they least expect it, you too will be surprised at their reaction.

6.
Be humorous. Being insulted while someone is laughing at your expense works fabulously.

7.
Be persistent. If at first you don't succeed... Keep talking.

8.
Talk fast. Don't give the person you're insulting the chance to defend himself/herself.

9.
Not very good at talking... Write it out. Written insults are great for two reasons. One, you don't have to repeat yourself and two, it's always going to be there. Permanently inked in paper or saved in your blog. If you are giving out a letter, make sure you save a copy. Old insults can be used for inspiration when writing out new ones.

10.
Be calm. Insulting someone and watching them fall apart is best when you are cool as a cucumber. Being a drama queen/king and angrily shouting out obscenities at someone will get you nothing, but raised eyebrows and the general public thinking that you are a lunatic. When you swear, swear with class.

Gretel in Triple Shorts

Sooo...

Three days ago...

My third blog...

...turned three!

Third time's the what now?

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I was trying to upload pictures last night, but the java socket error window thingers kept popping up... On my third try, I was like ech. Fuhgeddaboutit. Tsk.

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I want a full frame cameruhhh!!!

...Wala lang. Gusto ko lang.

LOL.

Actually, I want one, because finally, after 5 months, I now understand what it actually means. Blahahaha.

Thank you, Dox.

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I just got a message from a friend.

Friend: Walang shorts?

Blahahaha. Adik. Ampf.

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iBored.

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After lunch, Gretel decided to buy coffee at the mall. Of course buying coffee is her excuse to pass by where Hans is. She fixed herself up and went down to the mall. She passed by one of the shops to check out their sale; a pathetic effort at pleasure-delaying. She left the shop without having bought anything and started on her way towards the coffee shop. As she neared the stand where Hans was supposed to be, unfortunately, to Gretel's dismay, Hans wasn't there. As it seems, today is his day-off. Gretel sighed and thought, "Oh well... There's always tomorrow..."

Mameeee...

Mami: Malapit na ako... I'll be there in about 15 minutes.
D: Ok, I'll wait for you.
Mami: Baba ka muna dun sa mga perfumes.
D: Mmm. Ok. Ano gawin ko dun?
Mami: Magd-display.
D: Blahahaha. Salbahe ka.
Mami: Love you.

Gretel in Track Shorts

"I should really be filing right now.", Gretel thought as she typed on her office keyboard. She had her iPod on and the song Infatuation was playing. "WTF? This is way too pop-ish... But goodness, I can't seem to stop it from playing. In fact, I think I'm going to play it again.", she said to herself. And surely enough as soon as the song stopped she clicked the left button on the wheel. As it played she could feel the sentiments of the song right down to the breaths being heard on the background. Right then, she realized that she was in trouble.

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Writing in the third person is haaarrrrdddd. Mon amour, I salute you. I can't do this. LMAO.

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My semi-boss sent me an email saying:

"please make it look good. lol."

He's cool.

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I'm waiting for a callback. Tsk. I hate callbacks. I never call back, why should I expect other people to call me back.

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"So I'm definitely going to file right after I write today's shorts...", Gretel thought. But deep inside she knew that something else was going to come up and she wouldn't be able to. She sighed and continued to type...

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This morning as I left the house I definitely knew I had no money. I even called my colleague and asked him if he could pay for my cab fare. He agreed and I went about my day knowing I owed someone AED10, hoping I don't forget to pay him back before the day ends.

At lunch, I went down to buy an almond coffee thingyblahblah using my debit card and when I opened my wallet, there it was. AED10.

Two explanations... Magic wallet or forgetful Gretel.

You decide.

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G: Oh ang layo yata ng tingin natin...
H: Oo nga eh.
G: Nadala mo ba yung CV n'ya?
H: Hindi eh... Wala palang nakaprint. Baka pwedeng i-fax na lang or email?
G: Sure. May papel ka...
H: Uhmm... Sa cellphone nalang.
G: *Misheard H and started to give him, her cellphone number.*
H: Ah yung email.
G: *Blushes a bit at the thought of what just happened, but breathes in and takes his cellphone and texts in her office email address...*
H: Email mo yan sa office.
G: *Still texting* Yes.
H: Nagch-check ka ba ng email.
G: *Nagkamali pa ng pindot* Oo naman.
H: Nagch-chat ka ba palagi...
G: *Napa-Eyng sa tanong* Ah... Hindi naman.
H: Eh ang YM mo laging bukas?
G: Mmmmedyo. Hehe. *Sabay balik ng cellphone na nakalagay na ang email address.*
H: Haha. Talaga? *Tingin sa cellphone* So uhmm, Gretel... Tama ba? Gretel?
G: Gretel, yeah... Padala mo na lang d'yan.
H: Ok sige.
G: Ano nga ulit name mo? *Kunwari di alam...*
H: Hans.
G: *Smiles her million dollar socialera smile and immediately goes into her usual socialera hoity-toity pa-cool kuno mode.* Wow. Ganda ng pangalan ah... Very German. *With matching taas kilay and lip pout*
H: *Natawa at nagblush*

To the one who has come back...

I love you like you'll never understand, I'm sure you know that. I'm glad you're here. The insanity of it all is not the same without you. There are just some things that only you and I can fully comprehend... And by fully comprehend, I really do mean us going "OMGWTFBBQ?!". It's about not knowing and being completely ok with it. Revelling in our confusion. Rolling around in it. Celebrating it. I don't get it, hence I will laugh. C'est fantastique.

Some things don't need explanations. Some people don't need to explain.


Toujours,
D.

What's in a name?

Sana Gretel na lang naging pangalan ko...

Wala lang.

Gusto ko lang.

Bawal ba magtrip?

Hihihi

D: *Walking* Hey. Musta na?
J: Ok naman... Ikaw? Musta na? Ilan na papa mo?
D: Ha? Wala pa nga eh. *Still walking, albeit slower. (Pa-cute ampf.)*
J: Eh baka mapili ka.
D: Ha? (Caught off-guard)
J: Baka pihikan ka... (Persistent)
D: Ahmm. Hindi naman. (Nash-shy na.)
J: Baka shy ka.
D: Ahmm... Medyo.

Hahaha.

Bubulabugin daw n'ya ako dito sa office bukas. Hihi. Sana nga.

Groundhog Day

Oddly, time has been playing tricks on me since this morning. My alarm went off at 6:22 am, I looked at the time, hit the snooze button and went back to sleep. The alarm went off again and I got up, washed up, and looked at the time... It was 6:22 am.

Just now, I readied my stuff to go down for lunch. Took my bag, turned the lights off, locked the door, and went into the kitchen for a glass of water...

I stayed there for what seemed like 20 minutes... And then went back to my seat just to check if I turned everything off... To my surprise, the time read 12:52.

WTF?

Danabelle in Nude Shorts

I stepped out of our apartment and locked the door. I pushed the elevator button to call it up, and right afterwards, I took the iPod that was hanging from my neck and pressed the center button to turn it on.

Silence.

I pressed it again.

...Nothing.

I thought for sure that there would still be some power left on there. At least half... But oh well... I hailed a cab and got in. And when my driver spoke, I suddenly felt naked.

See, Work Danabelle is alot more closed off and does not appreciate interaction. She walks around the mall with music blasting from her iPod, so as to have an excuse to not have to talk to anybody. If it weren't so fashion victim-like, she would actually wear sunglasses indoors, so that she can avoid accidentally looking at someone straight in the eyes.

And although this is tragic, I guess being "naked" is not so bad. Especially, when I have to ask a ravishingly handsome man to model for me. At least, I won't have to remove my earphones so I could speak to him... It'd be more casual that way.

LOL. Tsk.

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We went swimming yesterday (A bajillion pictures will be posted later... If I'm not too tired.) and I'm cooked. Not burnt, just cooked. If I was a steak I'd be medium rare.

Yummy and juicy. Haha.

After spending the whole day under the sun, I started fantasizing about becoming a full-fledged island girl. You know with the beach house and little island kiddos running around. All tan and pretty. I think that would be fantastically awesome.

Now if I can just find me an island man... Who's up for a trip to Samoa? ...Anyone?

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I finally got to finish The O.C.

It. Was. Awesome.

Love love love love love.

The ending was great.

Next up, One Tree Hill.

Mababaliw na naman kaya ako neto? Tsk.

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Can I just say that I love Elmo with all that is in me that has the capacity to love?

No, not the puppet... I'm talking about Elmo, my zoom lens thingers (Nikkor 70 - 300mm)

I was able to use it for the third (?) time yesterday. And really, really, really iLove.

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Oh but here's something I don't love... Dirt on my sensor. Yep. Again. When will this end?!?!

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The next two weekends are going to be cuh-rayzayyy. I'm terribly excited for the 23rd.

I know the 16th is bound to be eventful as well, eventhough the first thought in my mind right now is to hate couples. I'll try my bestest to get through the 16th without drowning the Chis, because I love them... They're absolutely adorable! ...Ok so maybe I can just shove them a little bit into the ocean.

Bwahahaha.

I jest. I jest.

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Pride is hysterical thing. It's funny seeing it manifest itself in different ways. And I know that makes me sound like a bitch, but who the f cares?

It's absolutely beautiful.

If you watch and listen closely, you'll laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Take for example, when people say that they don't care. The very act of having to say that out loud negates it's essence. Because you want people to know that "you don't care". But you do care. If you really didn't care, you wouldn't say anything. You wouldn't need to tell anybody that you don't care, because you don't care. You would just be silent and not care.

I know this for a fact, because I've done it many times. And it's absolutely hilarious.

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There's like a million things to be done in the office right now and I know should start to work on them, but, I don't wanna... Oh what the heck, sige na nga. Imma end this blog now...

Hugs. Kisses. And you know all that nice stuff.

Later.

Stuff

Sooo... Yesterday... I bought stuff.

Cutie patootsiekins for moi.

Mother's Day gifts for my Momma.
See how much I love my Mom, I got her a doll (she is totally enamored with dolls.) even if I'm scared of stuff like that.

...I got a whiff of this perfume a couple of weeks ago.
Yesterday, Fafi Promoboy Hotnessment was promoting it...Naturally, I had to buy the more expensive one because of the bottle (...And because of Fafi Promoboy.) And y'all know me and bottles. (And boys... Cute hot boys.)

Oooh! Pasalubongs from Egypt---
Hieroglyphic T-Shirt

Key of Life (My brother has this sign tattoed on his arm.)I <3 snowglobes. Although, this one isn't exactly a globe...Papyrus, magnets, and accessomaries!!! :)
This is now my favorite bag...

My mom called me from AD airport asking me what perfume I wanted...
...And I asked for this because my old one is almost down to its last drop.
See, how yucky the old one looks. LMAO. Tsk.

Pictures taken with my new favorite toy ---














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Yes. That is the Bluetooth Satellite Antenna.

Oh and here's an obligatory picture of me. What??? There's gotta be pictures of me sometime...

Pwera kulam, ah.

Oh and the necklace is also from Egypt. I had/have the exact same one from 15 years ago, but it's in gold and I don't really like gold so much, so I asked my mom to get it for me in silver.



Toodles! Kissy kissy!