words men need to know

FINE
this is the word women use to end an argument
when they are right and you need to shut up.

FIVE MINUTES
if she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five
minutes is only five minutes if you have just been
given 5 more minutes to watch the game before
helping around the house.

NOTHING ->> wala r man...
this is the calm before the storm. This
means "something", and you should be on your
toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually
end in "Fine"

GO AHEAD ->> cge gud... ad2 kaw.
this is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.

LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal
statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud
Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and
wonders why she is wasting her time standing
here and arguing with you over "Nothing"


THAT'S OKAY ->> ok r oi...
this is one of the most dangerous statements that
a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay"
means that she wants to think long and hard
before deciding how and when you will pay for your
mistake.

THANKS ->> salamat
a woman is thanking you. Do not question it nor
faint. Just say you're welcome.

words fusing worlds

regine.

gets away with every thing because of her *CUTE* factor

does her own version of

ANATOMY 101

inspired by BEP'S 'my humps' track...

now in her ever slang Am.gurl accent

R: t'kim! t'kim! t'kim!

see this..

my hump (points to her butt)

my lump (points to her boobies)

and

my ass (now u bet what she pointed at!!)

so much for a 5 yr. old, eh?

*lemonade game!

lemonade!crunchy ice!

sip it once! sip it twice!

turn around...

touch the ground...

freeze!!!!

*up here (in bisaya, apir) game!

double double this this!

double double that that!

double this!

double that!

double double this that!!

*remember? WE used to play this. miss US...

K: hey regine, what's up with that?

R: look im givin you this (hands me the pic as shown above)

K: oohh, what's that for?

R: so that when im THERE so so so far away... and you are HERE.. you can still remember me.

K: come here beh. hug si ate...

awwwwww.ü

my cuzy reginey ü

love you baby.

the END is near

i didn't ask for it to be over

but then again

i never asked for it to begin

for that's the way

it is with

LOVE

like

even the most beautiful days

eventually

have

their

sunsets...

YOU asked. I gave...

just when i thought things were goin' straight

between us

YOU

suddenly

asked

ME

for

a

U-TURN.

(T_T)

ms. marshmallow

i never knew how love felt nor what that word really means... not until my first love (and all the others). since then, i knew i had the conviction of a marshmallow when it comes to matters of the heart. sometimes, i opt to be silent than to tell everyone how my emotionally battered world goes 'round. taking silence on a duel leaves me crushed... shattered into pieces. and what's worse is when i struggle to pick up the pieces they spell your name.

words take their refuge on paper but even my words get tired and lonesome. even the strictest letter of every single piece i write seem to weep with me. i feel like the only wall between you and the dreams you could have achieved. i feel like painfully running through your fingers, like a broken record still aching for a replay. i feel like i can never stand between you and the better things. i have tarnished my insides with all curses... tainted it with personal vandals. i can go and hate myself to the brim but god, i can never bring myself to hate you. sucks.

if my love isn't enough to make you stay, if my damn best isn't enough to make 'us' last, if my sorry's aren't enugh to bring you to forgiveness, if my tears aren't enough to bring you back... then i dont know what will ever be. if being miserable is being happy then for all reasons i wanna be miserable with you.

pathetic me. i found my only refuge in the pillows i got to hug and stained my river-like tears on. found peace of brain nerves through one dose of flanax forte. found inner numbness through the 5-hour sleep i was never deprived of. but you know, no matter how many pillows i surround myself with, how many doses of flanax i take in, nor how matter hours of sleep i indulge upon... it will never ease the pain-- i will always wake up to the horror of being incomplete and hollow. Yet maybe if my heart stops beatin', it wouldn't hurt so much.

it was christmas day.
my unmerry christmas day.

this is so me...

Your Love Song Is

You and Me by Lifehouse "Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you" For you, love is very intense and a little difficult to express.

What Love Song Are You?

hmmm... =)

You Are a Soft Kisser

Your kissing style is understated, but effective You give soft, sweet, and soulful kisses to your special guy And that's the key: he's got to be special to get your kiss Because you don't just go around kissing anyone

What's Your Kissing Style?

come and go. VERSUS. come and stay.

You Are Confident Sexy

You're one sexy chica, and you know it. You've got the confidence to strut your stuff... And approach any man who happens to catch your eye. You may make a guys run away, but the true men will appreciate your moxie.

What Kind of Sexy Are You?

i just love blogthings!

Your Seduction Style: The Charismatic

You're beyond seductive, you're downright magnetic! You life live and approach seduction on a grand scale. You have an inner self confidence and energy that most people lack It's these talents that make you seem extraordinary - and you truly are!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

see?
the net said it itself.
haha.

the msgs that brought me tears

**tryk nia g.pen skinny jeans...
haha fabuloso
hai il nvr 4get the nyt..

december 22, 2006
22:06:57
Me 2! haah wt d swit sound of d bnd. d aroma of d cofi. d fbioloso fyrworks. nd d swt smy dat made me forget abowt d prce d bouqet cost me hahai lovE it ol.

**pnaghrapn!english!
hehe.. butang q nis
blog.. hw pipol stard
at us wn we 1st ntrd
strbux.. D
atmosphere.. d
setting.. d lyts.. my
1st bouquet ever..--
prfectn at its best..
nd m glad i sherd my
perfect momnt wit
u... lamats agen pop...

december 22 2006
22:15:53
Haha nag.efort pud. hehe ur welcom nd thnx sad. anything for my pop! ;)


it wasn't just a night.
one word: it was PERFECT.
'twas when happiness kept escaping through my eyes
'twas when the only thing i heard was the sound of the sweet music
'twas when i felt happy...really happy..

and it was all because of a 495-bouquet and a 265-coffee&choc..
blame it to holland tulips and starbucks. hehehe... lol

to the fabioloso fireworks: 'how much was everything worth?'
to orlee: 'i gez i sed it all.'
to zerra: 'in bhalf of orlee, lamatz for d help!'
and to god :'thank you for making my december complete.'

im still not over it.
i don't want to be over it...
and
never will i be over it. ü

DECEMBER 22 '06 hang-over

it started out as a joke

"hoi orlee.. tagai kuno qg flowerz ig christmas, ok?"

then everytime we'd pass by that same spot

the "hoi orlee" blabber would come on again

and again

and again..

but

hidden under the joke's facade

i knew you saw truth

whenever i put off that

"cge na.. ha? flowerz ha?" blah blah blah blah..

thanx pop..

for my december 22, 2006 night

more so for the 'pinakahahangad' na bouquet that i never got to have

until that december date

for letting me realize that life can actually be perfect at some point

for being stupid and for being crazy with me

for talking of C6's and C5' s that we actually had no earth about

for erasing my thoughts that i was a boring date

for dragging Zerrabu

for laughing with my idea of me wearing a YES! shirt

while you wear yours printed with F YOU..

read on..

for that spark i saw in your eyes

for that walk from starbuckx to terminal

for being with me when i was too scared to ride that full 12L puj

for letting me know what the phrase 'tears of joy' really meant

(i cant believe im crying again..)

here's more..

for the hug i never got to give you

and

for the uhh *toot* you never gave me..

(you only remembered when we parted)

hahaha

but then again,

i guess we never needed those. no.

let me say that again.

i believed we never needed those.

i had you.

and

you had me.

that fact alone was enough.

more than enough.

snow patrol's chasing cars

If I lay here

if I just lay here

Would you lay with me

and

just forget the world?

one tree hill's greatest moments

my _ _ _ _ _ _ - loaded dawn

but

i love my guy more...

why not? he's my twin.....

i can his ace

he loves while i love .. seven + one = eight!

and together it's !!!

he sees light beneath the silent setting of the sun

while i find my silent sunset in the facade of city lights.

i dream of an escapade to and he's patient enough to dream with me...

she said: wanna know a secret?

he said: what is it?

she said: that the best place in the world is right beside you...

(unsaid part: and the best thing ever is being with you.)

the stolen kisses that are always the sweetest...

that familiar hand i can never live without.... tickling!!!

hey!!! i guess i made it sooo sooo ...

just read aloud

(very very very much)

you are my #

my sorries...

this is the only thing Im good at. (as of now...)

P.S.

to be continued....

yo! jam sessions

Get more Free Flash Thoughts @flash-addict


you see it on the boob tube.

you hear it over the radio.

everyone's is so into this sort of dance moves.

hmmm..

what's the fuss?

it's harmless anyway. =)

BEYOND VANiTY

geez.


"thank you Lord.. YOU must really love me that much."

sentimentality.

the TROJANS and the SYSTEM32

i have 12 trojans backdooring my pc..

i got rid of 11 but cannot seem to get rid of 1..

it has infected my ever vulnerable system32

like some rat eating up your insides then blowing them up!

as similar to dracula that starts and ends the blood-sucking saga

it has made all search engines inutile..

but it makes YM work

and 'mental foreplay' work, too!

and despite the agonizing scheme of the trojans

oh, my über beloved trojans (R.I.P)

and the only trojan who made my Norton's quarantining powers worthless

and my über defenseless system

(perhaps a love story can be molded through this)

and despite the wrecklessness of my hand deleting my 5-page socio anthropology academic paper

i am happy.
no if's.
no but's.

just purely happy.
say eych ey pi pi way
H A P P Y ...

oh, and did i just say im happy?
c'mon laught wit me.
haha.
ppy.

*;_;*

Lawom na sa kadlawn
bugtong nagpalibot ang kahilom
murag kilat nga nagpahinumdum
sa pagbati nga gikumkum
Bugnawng hanging nitayhop
Nakapapukaw sa akong mga sayop
Nagpaamgo sa panahong gisalikway
sa pagtuong nahanaw apan naa pa diay
Gusto na naku nga mukuyog
sa haruhay nga hanging nidangop

naghinaot nga ako mahiabot
ngadto sa iyang matahom na mga kamot
Apan ako sama sa bawod
Gibanlas sa dagat sa wa'y paglimod
Kamatuoran sa pagsupak sa panahon
Ug sa damgo ka nlng maangkon

balak ni: ed conde

like HOW...

like how bees go crazy over honey.

like how the moon never drifts away from its sky.

like how i's cry without their dots.

and how b's shamble and look like p's.

like how the stars are painted in the same sky.

like how the planets crazily revolve 'round Proxima Centauri

like how Earth bestows us day ad night just by spinning on its axis.

and how earth can't be earth without that 24 hour-spin.

like how guys equate life with sports.

like how girls go nuts over Hollywood hotties.

like how their guys get jealous for such obssession.

and all other like how's..

he is...

deadly.

nerve-recking.

knee-tingling.

he is my addiction.

or shall i say,

he is my cocaine.

UNSENT

Dear E,

i open your letter, stare squarely at its face and wait for phrases to leap out and pain a picture from a thousand words. there aren't any. bold, italicized words, commas and periods and exclamation marks, they mean nothing.

the letters, the marks, they fall to the fingers that hold them, making quesay inkblots on my thumb and forefingers. they fall until a stark blank page stares at me.

"goodbye..."

that's all it said.

no "dear" or "sincerely", just goodbye.

you have to leave. to go where your ambition leads you. but all it would take is a word from me, you say, a quaint smile, a pair of telling eyes to say "No." but who am i to stand between you and the Better Things? What we have and what we'll be are two different things. on this battleground we call Life, one is bound to fight a losing battle. my own dream to write is still nowhere but bleak, and yours is only beginning.

i misspelled my fuchsia and you hated me for it. you breathed your polynomials with ease and i hated you for it. together we were Romeo and Jules, and yes, we were living examples that love truly works for dorks.

im shutting off my radio, for one more "Maybe This Time" will kill me. im burning my haikus and my sonnets will weep with me.

you've made me the better person that i am today. you taught me to be considerate, to put a leash on my temper, to edit out those darned cuss words from my vocabulary. you even taught me how to fly, to reach for our dream, and we're doing just that. but you never taught me the harder things. it's easy to say goodbye but never easy to ask someone to stay.

i guess i have to get used to it now.

all too sudden the world is sullen, the world is full of weeping. it mourns the birth of every sun and cries at the deaths of all the moons. yes, even the words that keep me company are tired and lonesome.

Chicago and Manila are oceans apart, neither bridges nor telephone lines are enough to fill the space between us. we won't fool ourselves---long distance love affaairs are the stuff of novels, the kind of storyline you find in three-hankie tearjerkers--- they're nothing but unfinished fairytales waiting for their happy endings.

we won't wait for ours. No, absence does not make the heart grow fonder, absence is like a thief who visits in the middle of the night to snatch what we feel for each other.

Longing will be made flesh when you leave. we will grow, but we will grow apart. come back if you can, but no promises will be broken for no prOmises will be made.

how can i ask you to stay? love isn't enough. probably freedom is.

all of me,

louie

i never thought a letter expressing much of reality can still be born

**mucho luvin' to louie cano

10-27-2007 debut song...

heard it once and the awesome feeling it gave me never left my heart since.

I F Y O U ' V E E V E R B E E N I N L O V E

by: intrigue

She's the kind of girl

Who can take your world

And spin it around

(Uh, oh)

And she's the kind of girl

Who can take your heart

And turn it upside down

(Oh yeah)

And it doesn't really matter the place or the time

I come alive when I look in her eyes

It's something I just can't explain

Chorus:

If you've ever been in love

You know what I'm feelin tonight

You know when the feelin is right

That one special girl

She makes all your dreams come to life

And if you've ever been in love

You cherish the moments you spent

You know you can always depend

On your special girl

Hoping the dream doesn't end

Just the way she smiles in the morning

Gets me through another day

(Sha la la la la la la)

And the minutes turn to hours

Every time she goes away

(Sha la la la la la la)

She's the one that I need, and I can't do without

I realize, now what love's what all about

I'd give her the moon, and the stars

But all that she wants is my heart

Repeat Chorus(Instrumental)

And it doesn't really matter the place or the time

I come alive when I look in her eyes

It's something I just can't explain

It happens again and again

Repeat Chorus (2x)

If You've Ever Been In Love (4x)

i have always wanted

someone to sing this

on my 18th...

i just got lucky.

orlando will. ü

no bad subjects... only BAD teachers

**he makes it hard to distinguish a joke from reality.

**he makes my TTh 9:00-10:30 schedule rot in hell.

**he has a sense of humor. yeah. only that it is offbeat.

**he gets mad if we don't say a word to him in recitation. Fine. Beneath the silence we say, "we hope you like the torture". And we intend to make it last.

**he is plain shitty.

**he CLAIMED he was angry at the famous hunk who made his name famous. WTF? As if that hunk made his name a household term, not the name of some teacher who we didn't know existed in the first place. puh-lease.

**we give him the apreciation of his efforts to halt the B.S. noise. Yeah right. Even if the MPX ___ was the most conducive room for learning, we wouldn't care less.
Give us a break. NO. Give HIM a break.

**he throws us his tantrums. Such an emotional yo-yo.

**he asked me the same question thrice. If he does it again tomorrow, it'll be the fourth.

**Familiar of the '1st impressions never last' cliche? he is the evil materialization of it.

Realization snapped me. He isn't even worth the time... and this blog space.

bye.
lol

huhuhu-facts

*crying only leaves you but an empty box of Kleenex 2-ply tissue and piles of tear nd mucus-soaked hankies
*helping someone with his fate... when all you want is for him to stay; when in your heart is the ultimate scream begging him not to go
*forcing yourself to someone else and realizing it isn't love after all.
*having everyone beep you when all you want is him
*nostalgia kills you even before you knowing it
*the greatest disease in the world isn’t medical.. it is the feeling of being unloved and unwanted
*grey’s anatomy: many are dying for a piece of bread but many more are dying for a piece of love
*loving someone too much because you can't love him any less
*truth is a terrible habit
*God is dead and we killed him – nietzche
*having a shitty teAcher who sez 'INcredible' instead of 'UNcredible'. stupidity defines him.
*having a choice but opting not to choose
*learning to love in a million ways and learning them all in the soul of a man
*having people look up to Marimar as a contemporary Angelus back then - sir suazo
*suppressing all the pain and shutting yourself up for the fear of making things worse
*curse him. hate him BUT still love him
*realizing how a person could be near to you but is still a world away
*hating someone you love—the most exhausting thing in life and the most excruciating pain you could ever feel
*being in love. >> such a messed up emotion

figures of love

i don't need your hyperboles
...i just want your true affection
i don't need your similes
...i just want to be the original
i don't need your ironies
...i just want to be the perfect imperfection
no more onomatopoeias
...i just want to be the only one
who sounds
who shouts
who talks
and who whispers you
'i love you'