Finally!

I dunno what it is about the 'puter I was using but for some reason, it won't let me use blogspot. Grrr. Ok, I'm on a different 'puter now so there's no stopping me. Not that I'll be posting anything earth shattering or profound.... can't have none of that. This blog is hell bent on staying as shallow as possible. Hehe.

Drumroll please...

My toys are on their way! Rich, a.k.a. the lovemuffin, bought me 4 of the fabulously awesome Mustachioed Ninjas! Yay!

The post office better get their act together. Any delay or screw-up will result in the total and complete annihilation of the entire Philippine Postal Service. So there.

Well...

I knew it.

You're What Now?

Ok, I will be the first one to say that my grammar isn't without flaws. I make mistakes all the time. But c'mon... when people read my stuff, they still GET what I've written. They don't have to go, "say what now?"

Recently, a friend sent me a screencap of a poem written by an 18 year old college girl who describes herself as clever, logical, ingenius and reads a lot.

Here's what she wrote:
i used to be a good girl but im not...
i wished to be the perfect one but i cant..
i thought they could understand me but they didnt..
i am just simple person...wishing to have peaceful life but i dont have a chance..

I am just sitting in one corner..and let my tears run down my face..thinking of all the burdens and hurts that i felt inside..
who have you who could tell me who i am?
who are they whose all criticism are all against me..
letting go of these feeling is not an easy thing,,

i have been so dumb for almost years but,
until now"I AM STILL LIVING IN MY OWN MISERY"
every people tends to be happy if they want to..
but however that person could be happy..
without seeing that they became emotionally damaged..
they want people knew that they happy even they are not..

I am just a girl wants to feel "im special"to my family,friends,and lovedones..
but im failed..in every game of my life..
i have never been won nor succeed..thats why i cant say "i can"..

After reading that, I went to the living room and kicked a few unsuspecting tables and chairs. I wanted to kick the genius who wrote the poem but that wouldn't help.

And then her friend went and took a quote and mangled it. Well, ok she paraphrased it but... I dunno, maybe I'm too strict or uptight but... I dunno, you decide.

Here's the quote:
"Pretty is something you're born with. But beautiful, that's an equal opportunity adjective."

And here's how she wrote it,:
"Pretty is something I'm born with but beautiful is an equal opportunity adjective."

Say what now?

Stepping Out.

Terrifying, innit?

Hooboy.

I have to get out of this country. Like, now. Or just some place he won't be able to bother me. Anywhere.

This is the shortest rant ever.

Erica, happy birthday sweetie! I love you!

The Taste of Crow

So... how does it feel to swallow everything you've ever said about him? You are unbelievable! Psychotic does not even begin to describe you. And to think I was beginning to admire your willpower. Only to find out that you didn't mean a single thing you said.

It was all just a game to you, wasn't it? Just a means to an end. Such deceit, such hypocrisy and all for a good-for-nothing dillhole whose only real talent is lying. Well, I guess you two really are made for each other. Enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy the burden of always looking behind you to see who's out to get you.

If you think for a second that he's changed and that this time there will be no more lies then I guess stupid is as stupid does. Clearly, I've misjudged you. Never again.

Euphemisms, anyone?

rich: if everything you put between your lips and held was classified as being smoked...
rich: you've smoked a few ...
me: wanna come over and get smoked?

Who, me? Deprived?

Posted in livejournal. Seemed apt.

Her hands sparkle like alabaster against his dark skin. Glistening sweat stream down their bodies, vanishing like vapor. Her red lips explore him, guttural moans escaping from deep within his body. Trembling with need, he starts devouring her skin, biting softly, licking, subtly sucking. Gasps of undisguised pleasure; sly smiles, skillful fingers.

With infinite care he lays her down on the canopied bed. Her red hair spread like wildfire behind her. Her skin glistening with sweat, juices, desire. His body taut, delirious, wanting. With one primal thrust he takes her, their rhythms exact and lyrical. Their journey ending in a blaze of blinding light and delicious tremors.

Was I Asleep?

Uhm... apparently, I'm married now. I should really pay attention to what's going on around me.

Sláinte!

I think I was Irish in a previous life... how else can I explain the fascination and the bone-deep love and longing that I have for the whole bloody thing?

When I die and if I'm given the chance to come back to this world, I want to be born Irish and I want my name to be Teagan. So there. Heh.

A Reason to Live...

It's been a long while since I've bombarded you people with a toy post. Well... the long while has just ended. Be afraid, be very, very afraid.

I've just found THE newest toy that has wrapped its grubby little fingers around my heart. I've GOT to have it.

If you LOVE me and you want me to be happy, then click this and make me the happiest woman alive.

Sugar Momma

rich: will text you when I get into work
rich: love you too snuggleums



... makes me feel all warm and squishy.

Because I was Nagged...

I am fine. I'll be starting work soon. I ignored common sense so now I have two jobs. Go me.

I decided to stop pretending that I can write and just chuck everything I've ever written out the window. Fuck it.

I've a lot to learn...

And one thing I've only recently learned is that no matter what happens, I am undoubtedly addicted to all things plush.

Oh and also, apparently... my heart aches for one Rich.