Monday, December 31, 2007


Happy New Year Everyone.
May this year be a good one for all of us. A year full of activities, fun, and learning as well as laughter and empathy. A year filled with intimate hugs and kisses from our loved ones, a year where our longings are fullfilled and our dreams finally coming true.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Bizarre Sex Laws

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my tooth hurts

my tooth really hurts right now. huhu! and i haven't indulged in chocolates and sweets yet. I think i need to have it pulled out...but i don't want to. I've had one of my upper molar pulled out years ago, and it became the reason as to why i have a little gap between my two front teeth...the kind that madonna has...but hers is much bigger. I remember someone saying she did it purposely, it was the "in thing" in her place. My dentist also said the same thing, that somewhere in the US, people with gaps in their two front teeth are considered beautiful and thus some americans really do pull their frotn teeth apart. "uso daw". waaahhh...but i don't live there!!! and i don't want to never say the letter "F" the normal way again-e.g. less air, less hiss. huhuhu!

Thursday, December 27, 2007

musings on a certain motorcycle

the streets are empty and its raining outside. I can hear the few cars passing by and sooner or later, i'll hear my brother's motorcyle (along iwth his friends'), loud enough to signal everyone within range that they have arrived at last. I find it funny how my brother came to love his motorcycle...He, who gets bored about everything, came to cherish an object that can neither respond to his careful touch nor love him back. inanimate objects do have that capability to extract love from its owner and even maintain it while doing nothing. A feeling of protectiveness comes upon my brother everytime his motorcycle is put up for scrutiny and comments. If the motorcycle sounds different, he checks it. If it looks ragged, he gives it a bath, if it's just stunningly beautiful after putting a new accessory, he adores it even, im just waiting for him to give it a name...

Its not as if his motorcycle is unique...sheesh, all of his friends got their own too...same style, same brand...but each loves its own...each is as protective...and each is as crazy about it.

oh well...if only taking care of people is as simple as taking care of a motorcycle...maybe the world would be less complicated. Ownership is based upon one's possessive feeling over the other. But of course this would mean that the world would be divided into two. The one who will own the other and the other who becomes "inanimate". The "owner" then can practice possesion over the other the way he/she deems it right. The owner can be gentle, abusive, be jealous, and be whatever...without the risk of having the other person acquiring an "opinion" ...or worst...have that opinion said to his/her face. The inanimate partner will just stay there. Will nod, smile, and just basically do whatever is expected without the difficulty of having to compromise anything because, for starters, being inanimate means being an "object"...and being an object is being without identity except for that character which the "owner" expects one to have. NO fights, no arguments, no misunderstandings...and best of real expectations...if th eowner discards the "object"...there is nothing the object can do. if the owner leaves the object for abuse...the "object" stays to bear the suffering. If the owner wants the "object" back...object is not even obliged to is expected that he'll be in the owner's custody again. NO shameful revelations of one's tantrums...none...there is no place for that.

what's the catch...

neither the owner nor the object achieves the total gratification one gets in a relationship. The relationship doesnt have to be founded in love (crap! i dont even think that thing exists) understanding and respect can be an example. But the point is...a thinking being needs to relate to a thinking being. a subject to a subject. That's brother, no matter how much he loves his motorcycle, leaves his motorcycle in the garage. He doesnt bring it to his room...he doesnt engage it in conversations...and he doesnt praise it outside the category beauty and efficiency. It is not a relationship. it will never be. my brother will always be superior and hte motorcycle couldn't care less. You cant invest feelings into a machine. It's cold and it's lifespan is often shorter than yours.

A person is more is a being full of contradiction. Often, he acts differently from his belief. Often he says something and does another thing. He forgets promises. He fails to be on time sometimes. He has a knack for getting in trouble. He sometimes chooses irrationally regardless of the fact that he's supposed to be a rational being...You can't cure him of his bad habits with a visit at the motor shop. You can't overhaul him when he's starting to act funny. No oil can make him do whatever we want him to do..unless he wants to amuse you...yet he can be bribed, cheated, and even cajoled with the best of metaphors and sweet nothings. He hurts the one he loves the most, tends to discard what is significant...and can be just blindly stupid sometimes. He makes up fantasies and tends to believe in it. He dreams and can even believe his own lies. and worst of all..he can get jealous over nothing and thus, ruin everything in the process. He is unsatiable...until he finds his own match.It's as if he lives to argue and is even in constant battle of himself.

Life should be a constant adventure or he loses interest. Life should be quiet or he goes mad. Life should be difficult or he grows up to uncaring. Life should be easy or he loses it. LIfe should be according to fancies. Life should be a set of rules. Life should be a rollercoaster ride. Life should be...

hmmm...thank God for life's complications...

although comes to a certain point that you feel life just so sucks that you'd be happy to become a motorcycle...unfeeling...uncaring...and just totally cold.

But its not worth it...come to think of it...i think i heard my brother telling my mom he wants a new motorcyle...a faster one...Now, it would really suck to live in a junk shop, aight?

hmm...i wonder if boggs' brought me a donut, just as he promised... ^.^

Two babies in the same pregnancy - and no - NOT TWINS


I've read that women can get pregnant the second time, even when she's already a few weeks pregnant. ok...let me digest that first.

It seems that women have the capability to still ovulate even when she's a few weeks pregnant. So, if a women gets pregnant and is still active sexually, it can likely, though these cases are rare, that she can get pregnant again. Her uterus having a fetus acquires another fetus, resulting to two babies but not twins. Which means, fetuses will age differently and most likely be in different sacs. it is fairly possible that a woman, who've had multiple partners can give birth to two different babies with two different fathers. Thank God for DNA testing....sheeesh

This phenomena happens to animals too.

below is an article from the Telegraph, a UK paper.

Mother in double pregnancy gives birth to daughter
By Bruce Johnston in Rome

Last Updated: 12:56pm GMT 18/12/2001

AN Italian woman who became pregnant with one child and then concieved triplets three months later
given birth to a daughter.

Flavia D'Angelo, 20, whose condition was said to be caused by ovulation continuing after her first conception, is now expected to return to the same private clinic in Rome in March - this time to have another girl and two boys.

Providing that there are no complications, she is expected to become the first woman to be pregnant continuously for 12 months. Specialists say she is a rare case of superfoetation - the presence in the uterus of two foetuses caused by fertilisation at different times.

Flavia's parents, anxious to avoid the media, avoided making any official statement about the birth on Saturday of their granddaughter, Denise.

Instead, they announced the event in Italian tradition by hanging a pink ribbon in the window of their grocery shop in the town of Ascoli Piceno, 20 miles inland from the Adriatic.

"The baby is fine, and so is my daughter," said Giuseppe D'Angelo, Flavia's father, adding: "You can rest assured, soon the others will be coming into the world as well."

His comments came in response to media speculation that Flavia's condition - first announced on Italian state television before millions of viewers nearly six weeks ago - might have been invented.

Her husband, Riccardo Tarquini, said at the weekend: "The baby is bellissima, she weighs 3.4 kilos, but for the moment you will not be able to see her."

He denied reports that there were exclusive pictures of Denise with her still-pregnant mother. "There are no photos. Later on we'll see, but for now we want to be left in peace. It was a natural birth, handled by our trusted doctor, whose name we won't reveal."

Prof Giovanbattista Serra, head of the obstetrics and gynaecology unit at Rome's Cristo Re Hospital, said that while there had been some precedents, Flavia's case was highly unusual, and was due to break records.

"There have been other cases of superfoetation, but usually the time distance between the two fertilisations is one of just a few days," he explained.

"Instead, Flavia's case is the one in which the distance between the two conceptions is the longest ever."

The professor, who was not treating Flavia but who appeared on television with her, confirmed that there had been speculation that she had taken hormones, but said she had denied this. "I think she was telling the truth," he said. "She seems credible."

Speaking about her pregnancy last month, Flavia said she was in awe of her condition, both "overjoyed" and "scared" about the outcome. "I still don't know how the births will work out," she told the popular Domenica In programme.

She and Riccardo, a 25-year-old marketing consultant, met in a centre for the blind in Ascoli Piceno. Training to be a teacher, she was doing volunteer work and he was working as an alternative to military service.

They married, and soon Flavia was pregnant. It was only later during tests that they learnt of her condition.

"My first reaction when we realised what had happened - maybe it was a case of nerves - was to burst out laughing, while she burst into tears, and kept on asking the doctor to take a closer look," Riccardo said.

When the news broke in Italy the couple took a week's holiday to escape reporters.

** although this story has been refuted and reported that this report was a sham, there are really documented cases about this.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

The 5 Questions Most Feared By Men

a mail i recieved. just wanna share ^.^

The 5 Questions Most Feared By Men

1. What are you thinking about?
2. Do you love me?
3. Do I look fat in this?
4. Do you think she is prettier than me?
5. What would you do if I died?

What makes these questions so difficult is that each one is guaranteed to explode into a major argument if the man answers incorrectly (i.e. tells the truth). Therefore, as a public service, each question is analyzed below, along with possible responses.

Question #1: What are you thinking about? The proper answer to this, of course, is: "I'm sorry if I've been pensive, dear. I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful, thoughtful, caring, intelligent woman you are, and how lucky I am to have met you."

This response obviously bears no resemblance to the true answer, which most likely is one of the following: a. "Football." b. "Golf." c. "How fat you are." d. "How I would spend the insurance money if you died."

Perhaps the best response to this question was offered by Al Bundy, who once told Peg, "If I wanted you to know what I was thinking, I would be talking to you!"

Question #2: Do you love me? The proper response is: "Yes!" or, if you feel a more detailed answer is in order, "Yes, dear."

Inappropriate responses include: a. "Oh yeah, sh*tloads." b. "Would it make you feel better if I said yes?" c. "That depends on what you mean by love." d. "Does it matter?" e. "Who, me?"

Question #3: Do I look fat? The correct answer is an emphatic: "Of course not!"

Incorrect answers are: a. "Compared to what?" b. "I wouldn't call you fat, but you're not exactly thin." c. "A little extra weight looks good on you." d. "I've seen fatter." e. "Sorry, what did you say? I was just thinking about how I would spend the insurance money if you died."

Question #4: Do you think she's prettier than me? Once again, the proper response is an emphatic: "Of course not!"

Incorrect responses include: a. "Yes, but you have a better personality." b. "Not prettier, but definitely thinner." c. "Not as pretty as you when you were her age." d. "Define pretty." e. "Sorry what did you say? I was just thinking about how I would spend the insurance money if you died."

Question #5: What would you do if I died? A definite no-win question. (The real answer, of course, is "Buy a Ferrari and a boat.")

No matter how you answer this, be prepared for at least an hour of follow-up questions, usually along these lines:

Woman: Would you get married again?
Man: Definitely not!
Woman: Why not -- don't you like being married?
Man: Of course I do.
Woman: Then why wouldn't you remarry?
Man: Okay, I'd get married again.
Woman: You would? (With a hurtful look on her face)
Man: (audible groan)
Woman: Would you sleep with her in our bed?
Man: Where else would we sleep?
Woman: Would you put away my pictures, and replace them with pictures of her?
Man: That would seem like the proper thing to do.
Woman: And would you let her use my golf clubs?
Man: She can't use them -- she's left-handed.
Woman: (silence)
Man: Sh*t.

Friday, December 21, 2007

7 Medical Myths Even Doctors Believe by Robert Britt

** a repost, i saw this on yahoo and thinks this is interesting.

7 Medical Myths Even Doctors
by Robert Roy Britt, LiveScience Managing Editor

Popular culture is loaded with myths and half-truths. Most are harmless. But when doctors start believing medical myths, perhaps it's time to worry.

In the British Medical Journal this week, researchers looked into several common misconceptions, from the belief that a person should drink eight glasses of water per day to the notion that reading in low light ruins your eyesight.

"We got fired up about this because we knew that physicians accepted these beliefs and were passing this information along to their patients," said Dr. Aaron Carroll, assistant professor of pediatrics at the Indiana University School of Medicine. "And these beliefs are frequently cited in the popular media."

And so here they are, so that you can inform your doctor:

Myth: We use only 10 percent of our brains.

Fact: Physicians and comedians alike, including Jerry Seinfeld, love to cite this one. It's sometimes erroneously credited to Albert Einstein. But MRI scans, PET scans and other imaging studies show no dormant areas of the brain, and even viewing individual neurons or cells reveals no inactive areas, the new paper points out. Metabolic studies of how brain cells process chemicals show no nonfunctioning areas. The myth probably originated with self-improvement hucksters in the early 1900s who wanted to convince people that they had yet not reached their full potential, Carroll figures. It also doesn't jibe with the fact that our other organs run at full tilt.

Myth: You should drink at least eight glasses of water a day.

Fact: "There is no medical evidence to suggest that you need that much water," said Dr. Rachel Vreeman, a pediatrics research fellow at the university and co-author of the journal article. Vreeman thinks this myth can be traced back to a 1945 recommendation from the Nutrition Council that a person consume the equivalent of 8 glasses (64 ounces) of fluid a day. Over the years, "fluid" turned to water. But fruits and vegetables, plus coffee and other liquids, count.

Myth: Fingernails and hair grow after death.

Fact: Most physicians queried on this one initially thought it was true. Upon further reflection, they realized it's impossible. Here's what happens: "As the body’s skin is drying out, soft tissue, especially skin, is retracting," Vreeman said. "The nails appear much more prominent as the skin dries out. The same is true, but less obvious, with hair. As the skin is shrinking back, the hair looks more prominent or sticks up a bit."

Myth: Shaved hair grows back faster, coarser and darker.

Fact: A 1928 clinical trial compared hair growth in shaved patches to growth in non-shaved patches. The hair which replaced the shaved hair was no darker or thicker, and did not grow in faster. More recent studies have confirmed that one. Here's the deal: When hair first comes in after being shaved, it grows with a blunt edge on top, Carroll and Vreeman explain. Over time, the blunt edge gets worn so it may seem thicker than it actually is. Hair that's just emerging can be darker too, because it hasn't been bleached by the sun.

Myth: Reading in dim light ruins your eyesight.

Fact: The researchers found no evidence that reading in dim light causes permanent eye damage. It can cause eye strain and temporarily decreased acuity, which subsides after rest.

Myth: Eating turkey makes you drowsy.

Fact: Even Carroll and Vreeman believed this one until they researched it. The thing is, a chemical in turkey called tryptophan is known to cause drowsiness. But turkey doesn't contain any more of it than does chicken or beef. This myth is fueled by the fact that turkey is often eaten with a colossal holiday meal, often accompanied by alcohol — both things that will make you sleepy.

Myth: Mobile phones are dangerous in hospitals.

Fact: There are no known cases of death related to this one. Cases of less-serious interference with hospital devices seem to be largely anecdotal, the researchers found. In one real study, mobile phones were found to interfere with 4 percent of devices, but only when the phone was within 3 feet of the device. A more recent study, this year, found no interference in 300 tests in 75 treatment rooms. To the contrary, when doctors use mobile phones, the improved communication means they make fewer mistakes.

"Whenever we talk about this work, doctors at first express disbelief that these things are not true," said Vreeman said. "But after we carefully lay out medical evidence, they are very willing to accept that these beliefs are actually false.

The art of start - Make meaning

I've had this book for many months now and only now did I try to read it -- ok ok, because I've been pushed to do so now. It's a book about starting something -- a business book. I know, I know...boooring...but it's really not. It's easy to read, inspiring, and most of all - easy to understand. There are some business books that are easy to read but you get to say "huh?" in the end. This one really relates. This one just boosted me out of it.

Philosophical musings on Kawasaki's Art of the Start book
Part 1

The Art of Starting
In the first chapter of Guy Kawasaki’s book, The Art of Start, one must note three important points.Make meaning. Ask Women. Get going.

Make meaning.

Before we delve on the “make meaning” part, let us first define the word meaning. Meaning is a word too often used but never really quite understood. Oftentimes, it is associated with words and defined as significance, importance, worth, even value. In Kawasaki’s book, the word meaning was more associated with word, reason. Reason is used in a more active sense whereby it is used to describe a certain force to push you to initiate a change by which you yourself must believe in. Thus, to make meaning, is really to create a central force that you must first understand and internalize before anything else. A force you have to build and push until it is big enough to push you and the others involved. This is a very fitting form of the word meaning because when you start something, that something is not yet in its actual state but a potentiality. It has the potential to be a success and it has a potential to be a failure. Thus, the word meaning in the context of starting cannot be associated with the word value or worth or significance. You cannot find those when you are starting because you are still building a ‘worth’ and a ‘value’ for it to be something of significance. Thus, in the art of starting, it is often a mistake to ask one’s self the value of your start. It doesn’t have one. It cannot have one… So don’t ask if it’s worth it. It will never get you anywhere. It’s like writing and editing at the same time…In the end, you make no sense.

In view of Kant, people have this intrinsic worth in virtue of their capacity for autonomous choices that makes meaning a function of the exercise of this capacity. We all have the ability to create choices, and to start is a choice. So to make meaning is to exercise your capacity to decide. Make up your mind, only you can push yourself to start something.

So to make meaning is to push a force out of you. You must find a reason to start, a reason to focus on, a reason to ponder upon until it makes your head aches and makes your feet itch until you do something about it.

Some examples of Kawasaki’s meaning of meaning are:

· Make the world a better place.
· Increase the quality of life.
· Right a terrible wrong.
· Prevent the end of something good.

These may seem too universal, but I think, what he is driving at is that you have to find a reason -- build a force that will does not only involve you but rather would be a linking chain you can share with other individuals as well. On a deeper, I think Kawasaki wants to point out the fact that you must not be lost in existential meaninglessness. By this, I mean the sense of being ‘lost’ and considering it a state of being. For you to be able to come up with a strong force to begin with, you must first be able to embrace life. You must live and love it coz the journey to starting something is a journey where you might be relatively lost sometimes, and your embrace for life will put you back on your feet again. To be relatively lost is to be specifically confused and disappointed because of some discrepancy between established criteria and observable actualities and is based mostly on intellectual information. To put it simply, starting something doesn’t necessarily mean you can end it. You have to know what you want and you must fight for it. It’s a dog-eat-dog-world out there.

Be tough not only for yourself but for everyone concerned.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Third World Driving Tips and Hints Part 2

Part two of the driving tips and hints by PJ O'rourke.
**pictures are not mine but was randomly taken from the google search engine.

Animals in the right of way
As a rule of thumb, you should slow down for donkeys, speed up for goats, and stop for cows. Donkeys will get out of your way eventually, and so will pedestrians. But never actually stop for either of them or they'll take advantage, especially the pedestrians. If you stop in the middle of a crowd of Third World pedestrians, you'll be bying Chiclets and bogus antiquities for days.

Drive like hell through the goats. It's almost impossible to hit a goat. On the othe rhand, it's almost impossible to not hit a cow. Cows are immune to horn-honking, shouting, swats with sticks, and taps on the hind quarters with the bumper. The only thing you can do to make a cow move is swerve to avoid it, which will make the cow move in front of ou with lightning speed.

Actually the most dangerous animals are the chickens. In the United States, when you a ball roll into the street, you hit your brakes becuase you know the next thing you'll see is a kid chasing it. In the Third World country, it's not hte balls the kids are chasing, but the chickens. Are they practicing punt returns with a leghorn? Dribbling it? Playing stick-hen? I odn't know. But Third World Wonders are remarkable fond of their chicken and, also, their children (population problems notwithstanding). If you hit one or both, they may survive. But you will not.

Never look where you're going -- you'll only scare yourself. Nonetheless, try to avoud collisions. There are bound to be more people in that bus, truck or even on that Moped than there are in your car. At best, you'll be screamed deaf. And if the police do happen to be around, standard procedure is to throw everyone in jail regardless of fault. This is done to forestall blood feuds, which are a popular hobby in many of these places. Remember the American consul is very busy fretting about that Marxist insurrection, and it may be months before he comes to visit.

If you do have an accident, the only thing to do is go on the offensive. Throw big wads of American money at everyone, and hope for the best.

Safety Tips
One nice thing about the Third World, you don't have to fasten your safety belt (or stop smoking. Or cut down on saturated fats.) It takes a lot off your mind when average life expectancy is forty-fie minutes.

Third World Driving Hints & Tips Part 1

I was reading "Holidays from hell" last night. The books is by PJ O'ROURKE and he is just witty and hilarious. Anyways, wanna share something from the book. This excerpt was written during the days when Marcos was finally overthrown and Cory Aquino came into power, and is in the process of 'rebuilding' our nation. Oddly enough, some things on this excerpt still holds true, while others are not -- please bear into mind that this is not only about the Phiippines he has written about but other third world countries, including ITALY (Italy, as he said, is technically part of hte Third World, but no one has told the Italians). If one looks closely, it's more than a scrutiny of our roads and driving -- but rather a closer look of our nation in road sign signals.

**pictures are not mine but are taken randomly from google search engine.

Part one

Road Hazards
What would be a road hazard any place, in the Third World is probably the road. There are two techniques for coping with this. One is to drive very fast so your wheels "get on top" of the ruts and your car sails over the ditches and gullies. Predictably, this will result in disaster. The other technique is to drive very slow. This will also result in disaster. No matter how slowly you drive into a ten-foot hole, you're still going to get hurt. You'll find the locals themselves can't make up their minds. Either they drive at 2 mph -- which they do every time there is absolutely no way to get around them. Or else they drive at 100 mph-- which they docoming right at you when you finally get a chance to pass the guy going 2 mph.

Basic information
It's important to have your facts straight before you begin piloting a car around an underdeveloped country. For instance, which side of the road do they drive on? This is very easy. They drive on your side, That is, you can depend on it, any oncoming traffic will be on your side of the road. Also, how do you translate kilometers into miles? Most people don't know this, but one kilometer = ten miles, exactly. True a kilometer is 62% of a mile, but if somethign is one hundred kilometers away, read tat as on thousand miles because roads are 620% worse than anything you've eer seen. And when you see a 50-kph speed limit, you might as well figure that means 500 mph becuase nobody cares. The Third world does not have Broderick Crawford and the HIghway Patrol. Outside the cities, it doesn't have many police at all, Law enforcement is the hand sof the army. And soldiers, if feel like it, will shoot you no matter what speed you're going.

Traffic signs and signals
Most Developing nations use international traffic symbols. Americans may find themselves perplexed by road signs that look like boy scout merit badges and by such things as an iguana silhouette with a red diagonal bar across it. Don't wory, the natives don't know what they mean either. The natives do, however have an elaborate set of signals used to convey information to the traffic around them. For example, if you trying to pass someone and he blinks his left turn signal, it means go ahead, Either that or it means a large truck is coming around the bend, and you'll get killed if you try. You'll find that out in a moment.

Signaling is further complicated by festive decorations found on many vehicles. It can be hard to tell a hazard flasher from a string of christmas-tree lighst wrapped around the bumper, and brake lights can be easily confused witht he dozen red Jesus Statuettes and te ten stuffed animals with blinking eyes on the package shelf.

Dangerous Curve
Dangerous curves are marked, at least in Christian lands, by a wooden white cross positioned to make the curves even more dangerous. These crosses are memorials to people who;ve die in traffic accidents, and they give a rough statistical indication of how much trouble you're likely to have at that spot int he road. Thus, when you come through a curve in a full-power slide and are suddenly confronted with a veritable forest of crucifixes, you know you're dead.

Learning to drive like a native
It's important to understand that in the Third World most driving is done with the horn, or "Egyptian Brake Pedal", as it is known. There is a precise and complicated etiquette of horn use. Honk your horn only under the following circumstances:
  1. When anything blocks the road.
  2. When anything doesn't.
  3. When anything might.
  4. At red light.
  5. At green light.
  6. at all other times.
One thing you can count in Third World countries is trouble. There's always some uprising, coup, or Marxist insurrection goin on, and this means military roadblocks. There are tw kind sof military roadblocks, the kind where you slow down sot hey can look you over, and the kind where you come to a full stop so they can steal your luggage. The important thing is that you must never stop at the slow-down kind of roadblock. If you stop, they'll think you're a terrorist about to attack them, and they'll shoot you. And you must alwyas stop at the full stop kind of roadblock. If you just slow down, they'll think you're a terrorist about to attck them, and they'll shoot you. How do you tell the difference etweent he two kind of roadblocks? Here's the fun part: YOU CAN'T!

(The terrorists, of course, have roadblocks of their own. They alwyas make you stop. Sometimes with land mines.)

Monday, December 17, 2007

Sex makes women thinner...and men -- bigger?!

I was watching the Oprah Show with Dr. Oz as a guest. The topic is about losing weight...through sex. Yes, yes...we all heard it. Sex is a great way to sweat off those fats...but as Oprah said, it's not about the calories -- unless ur doing it up on a chandelier or making sit ups while humping. Dr. OZ said that there is a part in our brain where when we make love, not just casual sex, we feel loved and we feel we belong in a 'community' <--- yeah, it's a fag way to explain it.Anyways, signals are given to our brain, as we become sexually satisfied , to not make us eat. We feel less inclined to eat as we hump our way to satisfaction. SO the more sex we get, the less likely we are to be voracious eater. So the more sex we have - the thinner we are likely to become.

One thing that made me stop doing what I was doing and just concentrate on what was being said was when the added bonus (as Dr. Oz phrased it) was announced. Now we women, when we get thinner or smaller, we tend to feel pretty and sexier. Men, however, if they lose 30-35 pounds of weight, THEY GAIN ONE INCH IN PENIS LENGTH.

That is something I never heard of before!

What a way to motivate men to lose weight...

So for guys who got partners already, the more you hump, the more you lose weight, the bigger you get. CONGRATULATIONS...that's a win win situation! hhehe!

For guys who cannot find a partner because of their 'size", i say, hit the gym fellows! your life is depending on life that is. ^.^

Saturday, December 15, 2007

musings about US

i love you.
i love the way you love me.
i love the way you need me.
i love the way you teach me to need you.
i love how you make me listen to the humming of your soul.
i love how you make me taste the saltiness of your tears.
i love how you trust me with your life.
i love the way you teach me how to lean on you.
i love the way you say, "you can't get rid of me"
i love the way you make me feel vulnerable.
i love the strength you give me.
i love the way you kiss me and say i love you.
but i hate how empty i feel when you're not there.

i look back at what we have done together and what we have accomplished and it makes me proud of you. i can just imagine how hard it must have been. how crazy and fast it must have seemed. but you never let go and you're still holding my hand. shielding me from the hail and storm, telling me that things will be alright. and i know it will be...and i'll hang on, as long as you are there.

kiss my forehead and bid me goodnight...i pray that you'll be beside me the next time i open my eyes.

Thursday, December 13, 2007


A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor's office.

After his check-up, the doctor called the wife into his office alone. He said: Your husband is suffering from a severe stress disorder which could be life-threatening. Follow my instructions carefully. Every day, prepare him healthy, delicious meals. Be pleasant atall times. Don't burden him with chores. Don't discuss problems with him. Don't nag him. And remember to make love to him regularly. If you do this faithfully, there's no reason why your husband won't regain his health completely.

On his way home, the husband asked his wife: "What did the doctor say?"

"He said, you were going to die" she replied.

"why women rule men"

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Free as a caged bird

Feel the rythm of the rain as it taps your window and as it dances on your roof.
Savor the heat of the morning as it wakes you up to a new day regardless of the present it brings.
Too many battles, I've lost, becuase I was scared to even say what's on my mind.
Too many arguments I've had becuase I've said the wrong things at the wrong time.
Too many lip-biting moments I've encountered because I cannot beg you to stay.
You and your wandering soul is searing a pain I cannot contain.
My heart and wandering mind is taking steps backward...away from that awful reality that you are just a phonecall away but an eternity farther to embrace.
My hands are cold. My eyes are dry. My soul shallow...
I'm missing you and the moments we've had.
And the phone rings, and it's you, assuring me, that things will be alright.
And my phone beeps, and it's you telling me that it's not that bad.
My mail is full, and it's you telling me, your heart is mine.
I smile...sadly...grateful and ungrateful.
Coz I can't have you till you can live your life.
I think...quizically of ways to free you from your own chains and burden.
I laugh, coz as I start to work on my plan, my prison door bangs, reminding me that I'm just like you.
I utter a prayer for patience and hurrying God to give it to me before I lose my mind.
But I'm content -- with a longing heart and a pounding head.
Because we love eachother...and for now - that's all that really matters.

eleven minutes

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photo by strawberryx3 from deviant art

as pablo cuelo described, the frame of time when one goes to bed with someone else, minus the courting, the laughter, the whispers, the taking off of the clothes, is eleven minutes.

the rush of having a stranger kiss you in the dark can sometimes block the rationality of the brain. the possibility of being naked with someone you can barely remember the face, challenges one's ability to make out the other's soul. the coldness of the damp air with your back against the even more cold wall awakens not only the senses but the heat of the body as it fights the ever-so righteous but adulterous morale of the society.

the adrenaline rush.that touch. that breath on the neck. that painful bite on the shoulder.that hot temperature due to the bodies' friction. that damp back. that exploring hand. that intrusive stare. that intensive need to release. that tension in the air. that perfume indicating the ancient dance. the casual moans. the biting of the lip. its too sinful to be noisy but its more evil to be silent.

one can only imagine what's going on in your mind, if your mind is working at all. with the windows and the doors as our portal towards purgatory that offer temporary physical bliss that might lead to many sleepless nights with the hope that the curtains are thick enough to mum the room of its shameful secrets...

after the rollercoaster ride to that place called lala land and back...what happens next? life is expensive on its own and casual intimate encounters is one premium add on that most people fantasize upon but few people can afford. After such encounter, one feels desirable and beautiful...but as time stretches, it leaves the soul barren, the mind curiously hanging, the stomach churning, leaving the person more lonely than ever.

how many eleven-minutes-moments can one have in a lifetime?five.ten.twenty.a hundred. sometimes you just can't get enough.

but sometimes...once can also be too much.

It is to be noticed that our era today is on a sex rampage. However, the earth's been on a sex rampage for millions and millions of years now...such reason for our survival. No certain moral implications can be colored on that reality. What is good or bad is mainly dependent upon which society you belong. The meaning of adultery and fidelity may vary depending upon the context of the group you embrace. You're circle of friends, buddies, enemies can only be defined by your choices. If you're seeing signs that you belong to the wrong group, it is suggested that you might want a change of company...the result may not be pleasant ---however, this might be what you need.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Something from Thailand


Fast Facts about Thailand - (

all text in blue including the picture of food (other pics are from my friend) is from the website listed above. The author, Panrit "Gor" Daoruang, is the most famous internet "teenager" in thailand and is now currently in prison for reasons not clear to me. He is still writing and has published a book where all funds go to his daughter's trust fund for her education.
  • A minor producer of opium, heroin, and marijuana; major illicit transit point for heroin en route to the international drug market from Burma and Laos; eradication efforts have reduced the area of cannabis cultivation and shifted some production to neighboring countries; opium poppy cultivation has been reduced by eradication efforts; also a drug money-laundering center; role in amphetamine production for regional consumption; increasing indigenous abuse of methamphetamines and heroin.Most expensive pet wedding
  • Who: Phet and Ploy
    When: Sep-1996
    Where: Thailand
    What: $16,241 USD

    In September 1996, two rare “diamond-eyed” cats, Phet and Ploy, were married in matching pink outfits at a ceremony in Thailand's biggest discotheque. It cost Phet’s owner, Wichan Jaratarcha, 410,979 Thai Bhat ($16,241).

    The cost of the lavish wedding ceremony was topped up by a dowry of 587,127 Thai Bhat (US$23,202). It was attended by 500 guests, who gave the newlywed cats about 15,183,000 Thai Bhat (US$60,000) in cash and wedding presents. Wearing pink satin, the bride, Ploy, owned by a friend of Phet's owner, arrived in a Rolls Royce, while Phet himself came by helicopter. A parrot was best man, an iguana was maid of honor, and Ploy even received a kitty wedding ring. Although now married, the cats live apart, each with their respective owners. Both cats have a rare optical defect known as diamond eye, a type of glaucoma, which in Thailand is believed to be a symbol of good luck.

  • Thai people are used to eating rice with their meal. Most Thai people can't have sandwiches for their meal. They call sandwiches a snack. Also, most Thai people do not sit down to eat a proper meal because they usually eat when they are hungry, especially kids and teenagers. If you know some Thai person, you might hear them say "gin khao yung" every time you meet them. It means "have you eaten yet?" or more precise "have you eaten rice yet?". If you come to Thailand and stay with a Thai family then be careful you don't put on too much weight! All of the visitors that have come to stay at our school always go home weighing more!

Where are you?!

A friend of mine went to Thailand to look for stuff and to just waste time and money ( i don't know about the second one, it's an opinion...heheheh!) He went to pataya and the river kwai...had elephant treks and stubbed his toe on one waterfall trip (what klutz)... and I was able to cajole him to share some photos. Something that he is not enthusiastic about coz he is a bit of a prude. He snapped at some scenes and he's managed to give it to me without a fuss....sheesh...unfortunately,he sent them without a caption...oh well, if these places and faces are them and name them, please. As I havent been to Thailand and doesn't know an inkling as to what they are... ^.^

His name is jacob but I fondly call him yakov. His name in his native tongue. He is a jew and I've met him because I said something about Hitler and that pissed him off. He scolded me for days about it... I guess everytime he remembers that he grits his teeth and just wants to strangle me...but I've worked my way around any future strangulations from him by sweetly convincing him that i'm his favorite and that he needs to adopt me as I need someone to finance my chocolate and ice cream addiction (he owns an ice cream parlor) -- plus I need someone to knock me off or smack my ass back to reality that life isn't all that sweet. We sometimes hate eachother's guts because we just do. He is indifferent to almost everything and he loves to point out that I am lost. grrrr.... He is adamant on world domination. He is an alien. He is adorable, but he bites. Dangerous to have as a pet...I suggest to sedate him first before anything else ^.^

freeze my life

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the remote control pls.

when life is so fast and people are constantly going in and out of your life, don't you wish the remote control is at hand for you to push the pause button.

For others, that remote control is the cigarette break they have. For some, it's that thoughtless joyride to nowhere. For the few, it's that ten-minute silence they strive so hard to accomplish. For most of us, the remote cannot seem to be found.

and so our lives, goes on and on and we watch it helplessly go by. All the while thinking, "if only that remote can be found" so that we can switch channel if we are going through an episode we don't wanna watch, if it is a moment we don't wanna be in...We watch our relationship do good or go bad, we watch ourselves grow old and our faces get oily. we watch at our happy hours with fondness and we cringe everytime a horrible mistake was made. Life is fun -- until we wish for the remote for many prolong that excitement we are feeling, to fast forward when we are hurting, to freeze the sunset, to rewind the courtship, to stop it all when we can't breathe anymore, to change channel when we are hating ourselves, to click...just because and for no particular reason...

if you happen to stumble upon the remote, which by the way is invisible in color, weightless, whose functions offers a myriad of possibilities including the impossible...then maybe...just maybe...that's the remote we have been looking for. If so -- pls be kind enough to knock at my door...and give me enough time to smile before you push the freeze button.

Feeling something wrong about something?

Do you ever have that feeling that something that shouldn't be happening is happening?
like your favorite dress getting ripped for no particular reason?
like your husband cheating on you?
like your bestfriend talking behind your back?
like that chocolate bar being stolen from your fridge?

That feeling that something, somewhere -- is just not right.

The thing with women's intuition, is that it's usually correct, especially when it's about your partner cheating on you. Am I not right ladies? we always have a sense that something is not right, regardless of the fact if he says he loves you everyday, every hour, every minute. Regardless if he kisses you everytime you come home...unexpectedly, you do't feel happy...jsut because...something's changed...all we have to do is wait to see that something...and usually, it's a girl, in mini skirt, high heels, and a make up that's more perfect than yours.

So what do we do? we often make them blurt it out, only to get screamed at, accused of, and just be told to that we are hurtful can that be. Don't they know that we can feel too? that we can sense difference if we are being "loved" differently these past few months?

So you don't love us anymore...why just not leave and save everybody the time and effort and humiliation. Leave and leave softly and gracefully. Just vanish without a trace after saying sorry that you floundered on your "till death do us part" vow.

So what I'm trying to drive at? your cold heart, i guess.

other tests you might want to try out... more when you click on one of the tests

Your Lust Quotient: 49%

You are definitely a lustful person, but you do a good job of hiding it.
Your friends would be surprised to know that your secretly very wild!

Men See You As Choosy

Men notice you light years before you notice them
You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky
You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter
It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait

You Are a Werewolf

You're unpredictable, moody, and downright freaky.
You seem sweet and harmless, until you snap. Then you're a total monster.
Very few people can predict if you're going to be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde.
But for you, all your transformations seem perfectly natural.

Your greatest power: Your ability to tap into nature

Your greatest weakness: Lack of self control

You play well with: Vampires

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.
That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!
The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.

You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.
Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.
You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?

You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.
Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.
As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

how abnormal am i

Deviant is a word that I often love. It connotates a certain rebellion to conventionality and order. Not that I love to wreck things and relationships but I don't want to be another society's zombie. Often than not, I get myself in trouble, just because and inspite of myself... My life is weird and my character is just too complicated...Nobody gets to glimpse at my soul...except for one. The word abnormal may come to mind, took a test to gauge myself...and the result is posted below. heheheh!!! but before that, a background (from wikipedia on the word abnormal ^.^

  • One criterion for "abnormality" that may appear to apply in the case of abnormal behavior is statistical infrequency. This has an obvious flaw — the extremely intelligent, honest, or happy are just as abnormal as their opposites. Therefore, individual abnormal behaviors are considered to be statistically unusual as well as undesirable. The presence of some form of abnormal behavior is not unusual. About one quarter of people in the United States, for example, are believed to meet criteria for a mental disorder in any given year1. Mental disorders, by definition, involve unusual or statistically abnormal behaviors.
  • A more discerning criterion is distress. A person who is displaying a great deal of depression, anxiety, unhappiness, etc. would be thought of as exhibiting abnormal behavior because their own behavior distresses them. Unfortunately, many people are not aware of their own mental state, and while they may benefit from help, they feel no compulsion to receive it.
  • Another criterion is morality. This presents many difficulties, because it would be impossible to agree on a single set of morals for the purposes of diagnosis.
  • One criterion commonly referenced is maladaptivity. If a person is behaving in ways counter-productive to their own well-being, it is considered maladaptive. Although more tenable than the above criteria, it does have some shortcomings. For example, moral behavior including dissent and abstinence may be considered maladaptive to some.
  • Another criterion that has been suggested is that abnormal behavior violates the standards of society. When people do not follow the conventional social and moral rules of their society, the behavior is considered abnormal. However, the magnitude of the violation and how commonly it is violated by others must be taken into consideration.
  • Another element of abnormality is that abnormal behavior will cause social discomfort to those who witness such behavior.
  • The standard criteria in psychology and psychiatry is that of mental illness or mental disorder. Determination of abnormality is based upon medical diagnosis. This is often criticized for removing control from the 'patient', and being easily manipulated by political or social goals.

You Are 64% Abnormal

You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul.

You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess.

You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.

You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.

You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.
How Abnormal Are You?

aww, i was told i am adorable...hehehe!
and if ur laughing ur ass off, try the test,
let's see if ur score is better than mine,
and post it here...yeah, that's a dare bleah!

karen's birthday bash + reunion ng tatlong itlog

After my trip in Sg and Malaysia, Greg and I flew to Cebu the day after my bday...I was so happy coz, the day after my natal day is Karen's turn. Not to mention that I haven't been to Cebu for more than a decade now, regardless of the fact that it's just a 45-minute plane ride (walay pamasahe hahahah!). Excited and flushed from my previous trips, it was a pleasure to go to a place where familiar faces and intimate hugs are waiting for you. Anyways, one bonus is that kitten is also in the three of us went to have a good time together...wishing Kate to be there at the same time, but grinning like wild dogs because of the fun we are anticipating, now that we three have finally found time to be together.

Karen is my partner in crime...we both do the dirty work, while Kitten covers for us with her innocent miming look. But before you judge us, it is kitten who is the "palahubog"* in the group...drinking as early as 6am...hehehe! coz she works at night as a telcom specialist. mweheheheh!

We scoured Ayala for dinner and went to Mango for some karaoke...the karaoke part was kinda hard - we have to wait - when we got our reservation, we decided to go to Karen's apartment so we can stop hauling my luggage - which, by the way heavy...then the inevitable happened...i fell asleep...needless to say. no karaoke happened. grrrrr.

Seeing the two of them brings back high school memories. It's amazing how we've managed to keep in touch and remained friends despite schedules and distance.

Fast Facts about Cebu (
Often called the "Queen City of the South" and the Seat of Christianity in the Philippines, Cebu is the country's oldest city. Exploring Cebu City, one encounters a rich historic past. Cebuanos are extremely proud of their cultural and historical heritage, a legacy which has endured thru the centuries from the time the great explorer Ferdinand Magellan first planted the cross on Cebu's shore.

*palahubog - glutton for alcoholic drinks