This is haunting me a little....
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Stream of Consciousness.....
Wednesday, no work, due to rains
"... warm body... hand gliding behind my back... hot kisses... rolling in bed... then I see myself using my red hanky blindfolding a man... we're both completely naked... we're both warm, no... HOT ... kisses... kissing... he starts fondling my right breast... my nipples are so erect because of the warm touch.. and the cold sheets..."
I open my eyes.... shift in my bed... clutch on my pillow... then fall back again in the half-sleeping, dreamy state I was in just recently.
"... i'm on top of the blindfolded man this time... rocking gently back and forth as I ride him to ecstasies he never thought possible with me... juices dripping... muscles getting clenched... unclenched... feelings of flying... dying.... liberation... soft breasts... hard, really wet shaft... grinding... gyrating.... pumping...."
SHOOTIX
"... legs spread.... thighs being pulled higher... entry.... hot sensation of juice and friction... moans... gasps... nipple-playing... me pleading... begging for more... for the big O....
I open my eyes and bite my lip.... this is one really troubled sleep....
"... doggie position... me hugging the bed to support my weight... guy riding me... intimacy... his heartbeat on my back... deep thrusts... being told how delicious and heavenly everything is... moaning again.... exhaustion..... orgasm.... orgasm...."
what time is it.... hmm....
"... myself.... biting my lip... looking intently at guy... pleading... let's use this table... please... please... sitting... spreading... lying on cold steel... moaning... being approached... being eaten... savored.... enjoyed... his head clamped to what he's eating..."
2 hours already... shit, i gotta come now....
"... sweat... gasping breath.... guy on top.... slow motion... slow lovemaking... intense passion... hips buckling... yes... more.... more... give me more... being taken... marked... pleading look... faster... faster... deeper... no stopping... eyes locked... wave after wave of wonderful sensations... ripples of his orgasm leading to one.... really.... intense... exhausting.... pleasurable.... finish..."
ahh.. wet thighs.... wet... uhm, nevermind...
not really the advisable way to wake up on a stormy, non-working day
Wednesday, no work, due to rains
"... warm body... hand gliding behind my back... hot kisses... rolling in bed... then I see myself using my red hanky blindfolding a man... we're both completely naked... we're both warm, no... HOT ... kisses... kissing... he starts fondling my right breast... my nipples are so erect because of the warm touch.. and the cold sheets..."
I open my eyes.... shift in my bed... clutch on my pillow... then fall back again in the half-sleeping, dreamy state I was in just recently.
"... i'm on top of the blindfolded man this time... rocking gently back and forth as I ride him to ecstasies he never thought possible with me... juices dripping... muscles getting clenched... unclenched... feelings of flying... dying.... liberation... soft breasts... hard, really wet shaft... grinding... gyrating.... pumping...."
SHOOTIX
"... legs spread.... thighs being pulled higher... entry.... hot sensation of juice and friction... moans... gasps... nipple-playing... me pleading... begging for more... for the big O....
I open my eyes and bite my lip.... this is one really troubled sleep....
"... doggie position... me hugging the bed to support my weight... guy riding me... intimacy... his heartbeat on my back... deep thrusts... being told how delicious and heavenly everything is... moaning again.... exhaustion..... orgasm.... orgasm...."
what time is it.... hmm....
"... myself.... biting my lip... looking intently at guy... pleading... let's use this table... please... please... sitting... spreading... lying on cold steel... moaning... being approached... being eaten... savored.... enjoyed... his head clamped to what he's eating..."
2 hours already... shit, i gotta come now....
"... sweat... gasping breath.... guy on top.... slow motion... slow lovemaking... intense passion... hips buckling... yes... more.... more... give me more... being taken... marked... pleading look... faster... faster... deeper... no stopping... eyes locked... wave after wave of wonderful sensations... ripples of his orgasm leading to one.... really.... intense... exhausting.... pleasurable.... finish..."
ahh.. wet thighs.... wet... uhm, nevermind...
not really the advisable way to wake up on a stormy, non-working day
HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN TEN DAYS
1) Sleep with him readily on the first day.
2) Don't sleep with him.
3) Nag him to death.
4) Demand trivial things... like he should text you his whereabouts every hour, that kind of thing.
5) Be real creepy... talk about a possible married life with him on the first date.
6) Cough a lot and sneeze a lot on his food.
7) Leave unwanted marks in hs car... stains, scraches, vomit smell, etc.
8) Be more charming with his other guy friends.
9) Be competitive with his girl friends and mother
10) Sleep around while dating him.
11) Badmouth all the guys who have gone through your life (if he's sound of mind, he'd think it logical you'd do the same to him anytime soon)
12) Introduce him to your girl friends who are of more sound, stable mind (and if he's just an average guy, introduce him to your prettier, bustier friends)
13) Steal from him.
14) Make him buy you a lot of stuff.
15) Tell him over and over you're in love with him.
16) Be mushy. Cry w/o cues.
17) Be high maintenance
18) Fake a lot of orgasms... then tell him 3 days after.
19) Shout someone else's name while in the throes of orgasm with him. Or compare his kisses w/ another guy's... preferably someone he knows.
20) During lovemaking.... come up with a really big eggplant and ask him to turn around.
will add other silly stuff.... when i come up with them
1) Sleep with him readily on the first day.
2) Don't sleep with him.
3) Nag him to death.
4) Demand trivial things... like he should text you his whereabouts every hour, that kind of thing.
5) Be real creepy... talk about a possible married life with him on the first date.
6) Cough a lot and sneeze a lot on his food.
7) Leave unwanted marks in hs car... stains, scraches, vomit smell, etc.
8) Be more charming with his other guy friends.
9) Be competitive with his girl friends and mother
10) Sleep around while dating him.
11) Badmouth all the guys who have gone through your life (if he's sound of mind, he'd think it logical you'd do the same to him anytime soon)
12) Introduce him to your girl friends who are of more sound, stable mind (and if he's just an average guy, introduce him to your prettier, bustier friends)
13) Steal from him.
14) Make him buy you a lot of stuff.
15) Tell him over and over you're in love with him.
16) Be mushy. Cry w/o cues.
17) Be high maintenance
18) Fake a lot of orgasms... then tell him 3 days after.
19) Shout someone else's name while in the throes of orgasm with him. Or compare his kisses w/ another guy's... preferably someone he knows.
20) During lovemaking.... come up with a really big eggplant and ask him to turn around.
will add other silly stuff.... when i come up with them
Sunday, May 25, 2003
Wise men say...
LOOKS LIKE RAIN TODAY
*~*
As I contemplate how a throat swab happens, and how it would be like to be trapped in a car (say, a coaster) travelling via RoRo and having the vessel crash/sink... the week unfolds, seemingly mourning, seemingly angry, seemingly PMS-ing in it's fickle-mindedness...
LOOKS LIKE RAIN TODAY
*~*
As I contemplate how a throat swab happens, and how it would be like to be trapped in a car (say, a coaster) travelling via RoRo and having the vessel crash/sink... the week unfolds, seemingly mourning, seemingly angry, seemingly PMS-ing in it's fickle-mindedness...
Saturday, May 24, 2003
Yes, i'm soooo pasaway, being in a net cafe where the a/c hits my back almost directly while I have this fever... not only do I risk contaminating others... but err... aggravating the sickness that has kept me on antibiotics for weeks now...
*~*
Just realized yet again why i'm still single. Pity will really go to the man who will vow to love me and care for me.. coz he'd have to deal with a wacko kind of girl, with different motivations and reasoning powers... (read: usually unreasonable).
I'm pretty sure, great sex won't be enough to compensate for all the stress and emotional roller coaster he'd have to endure. Heck.... my last ex got more gray hairs because of me than because of his job.
*~*
Just realized yet again why i'm still single. Pity will really go to the man who will vow to love me and care for me.. coz he'd have to deal with a wacko kind of girl, with different motivations and reasoning powers... (read: usually unreasonable).
I'm pretty sure, great sex won't be enough to compensate for all the stress and emotional roller coaster he'd have to endure. Heck.... my last ex got more gray hairs because of me than because of his job.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Didn't really watch the Maalaala Mo Kaya episode last night.... but the part I did watch was enough to rattle me into saying....
THANK YOU, GOD
The episode last night featured this son dying of cancer. He was to be followed by his brother several years later. And I couldn't help but think how blessed my family and I have been.
I cannot imagine my mother surviving a death of a young child. I can't imagine not being scarred for life with the death of a sibling. And as much as i'd still rather my deadbeat brother in jail rather than have him kill someone (which is kinda weird since he would end up in jail anyway, if he killed anyone)... sigh... I also don't want him dead.
Oh, I know i'd forever hate him if I see him fail the future niece/nephew he'd have... but I digress...
We have been lucky. All our bills get paid on time. We never had to sell properties and body parts and our dignity just to sustain someone's medication.... or addiction...
We're all relatively healthy even if Mom is on maintenance drugs for her diabetes. We still can eat whatever we want... we're not locked up in some asylum somewhere because one of us was demented or... really contagious. My brother has only been a really slight menace to our barangay... but that's it. My sister, at age 17... still hasn't showed up at our doorstep pregnant or gang-raped.
I could go on and on... and not really to tempt fate but to really voice out how humbling it is to realize that... my family has been blessed.
And i'm really, really grateful.
I really am.
THANK YOU, GOD
The episode last night featured this son dying of cancer. He was to be followed by his brother several years later. And I couldn't help but think how blessed my family and I have been.
I cannot imagine my mother surviving a death of a young child. I can't imagine not being scarred for life with the death of a sibling. And as much as i'd still rather my deadbeat brother in jail rather than have him kill someone (which is kinda weird since he would end up in jail anyway, if he killed anyone)... sigh... I also don't want him dead.
Oh, I know i'd forever hate him if I see him fail the future niece/nephew he'd have... but I digress...
We have been lucky. All our bills get paid on time. We never had to sell properties and body parts and our dignity just to sustain someone's medication.... or addiction...
We're all relatively healthy even if Mom is on maintenance drugs for her diabetes. We still can eat whatever we want... we're not locked up in some asylum somewhere because one of us was demented or... really contagious. My brother has only been a really slight menace to our barangay... but that's it. My sister, at age 17... still hasn't showed up at our doorstep pregnant or gang-raped.
I could go on and on... and not really to tempt fate but to really voice out how humbling it is to realize that... my family has been blessed.
And i'm really, really grateful.
I really am.
borrowed from TETA's journal.....
allow me to be mushy and... and... and.... wish that such thoughts... that this one even.... be dedicated for me....
*~*
Valentine
by John Fuller
The things about you I appreciate
may seem indelicate:
I'd like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I'd like to have you in my power
and see your eyes dilate.
I'd like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower
or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I'd like to successfully guess your weight
and win you at a fete.
I'd like to offer you a flower.
I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I'd like all your particulars in folders
marked Confidential).
I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement of your teeth
(Half above and half beneath)
in rows.
I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work,
on hinges.
I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I'd like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I'd like to give you just the right amount
and get some change.
I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you nod and hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them.
Even in trousers I don't mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.
I like the little crease behind them.
I'd always know, without a recap,
where to find them.
I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I'd like to cross two hemispheres
and have you chase me.
I'd like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I'd like you to embrace me.
I'd like to see you ironing your skirt
and cancelling other dates.
I'd like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I'd like to soothe you when you're hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.
I'd like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I'd let you put insecticide
into my wine.
I'd even like you if you were the Bride of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian's Jekyll and Hyde.
I'd even like you as my Julian of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs Rochester or a student of boolean mathematics.
You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I'd like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I'd like to put my hand beneath your chin.
And see you grin.
I'd like to taste your Charlotte Russe,
I'd like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I'd like to make you reproduce.
I'd like you in my confidence.
I'd like to be your second look.
I'd like to let you try the French Defence
and mate you with my rook.
I'd like to be your preference
and hence
I'd like to be around when you unhook.
I'd like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book,
your future tense.
allow me to be mushy and... and... and.... wish that such thoughts... that this one even.... be dedicated for me....
*~*
Valentine
by John Fuller
The things about you I appreciate
may seem indelicate:
I'd like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I'd like to have you in my power
and see your eyes dilate.
I'd like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower
or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I'd like to successfully guess your weight
and win you at a fete.
I'd like to offer you a flower.
I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I'd like all your particulars in folders
marked Confidential).
I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement of your teeth
(Half above and half beneath)
in rows.
I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work,
on hinges.
I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I'd like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I'd like to give you just the right amount
and get some change.
I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you nod and hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them.
Even in trousers I don't mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.
I like the little crease behind them.
I'd always know, without a recap,
where to find them.
I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I'd like to cross two hemispheres
and have you chase me.
I'd like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I'd like you to embrace me.
I'd like to see you ironing your skirt
and cancelling other dates.
I'd like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I'd like to soothe you when you're hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.
I'd like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I'd let you put insecticide
into my wine.
I'd even like you if you were the Bride of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian's Jekyll and Hyde.
I'd even like you as my Julian of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs Rochester or a student of boolean mathematics.
You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I'd like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I'd like to put my hand beneath your chin.
And see you grin.
I'd like to taste your Charlotte Russe,
I'd like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I'd like to make you reproduce.
I'd like you in my confidence.
I'd like to be your second look.
I'd like to let you try the French Defence
and mate you with my rook.
I'd like to be your preference
and hence
I'd like to be around when you unhook.
I'd like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book,
your future tense.
Two things about muscle control that people should remember....
1) The man has got to have enough length....and enough girth..... I mean, a woman, no matter how trained her PC muscles may be... cannot simply squeeze what it cannot have a grip on.
2) A very wet, dripping woman will also have a hard time getting a hold on a pecker. Chances are, everything will just keep sliding/slipping....
1) The man has got to have enough length....and enough girth..... I mean, a woman, no matter how trained her PC muscles may be... cannot simply squeeze what it cannot have a grip on.
2) A very wet, dripping woman will also have a hard time getting a hold on a pecker. Chances are, everything will just keep sliding/slipping....
i'm just wondering.... if a person is saying goodbye to a loved one... because their relationship just wouldn't work... do they start singing.... Love will lead you back by Taylor Dane (?)?
*~*
I have some sort of writer's block.... it really sucks that I can't access my own blog, and therefore, fail to see if my posts are getting comments whatsoever.
*~*
I have been officially sick for 3 weeks now... and I have also been indescribably horny... which has led me to despicably humiliating err.... encounters with myself... not that it wasn't gratifying... not that sleeping after was hard... but still.... i hate self-inflicted satisfaction....
unless it's WC
*~*
I have some sort of writer's block.... it really sucks that I can't access my own blog, and therefore, fail to see if my posts are getting comments whatsoever.
*~*
I have been officially sick for 3 weeks now... and I have also been indescribably horny... which has led me to despicably humiliating err.... encounters with myself... not that it wasn't gratifying... not that sleeping after was hard... but still.... i hate self-inflicted satisfaction....
unless it's WC
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Thursday, May 15, 2003
FOURTH INSTALLATION OF TEXT MESSAGES.....
Come on insert name of guy here, make me your b!tch!!!
“Let’s stop texting and start ____-ing”
If you can make me have at least 3 consecutive orgasms in 3 minutes max…come on over, I need you
hear me moan......
how do you want my tongue?"
"i will wear you out....."
you're not yet a real man till you're squeezed by me
bring your digi cam...am gonna bring my lingerie....oh, and my naked bod...
i can still feel your mouth...
tell me, would you really rather i undress myself? won't you do it for me?
imagine me and my red thongs with feathers....with strawberry jam and a can of whipped cream.....and nothing else...
i can't wait to be shouting HARDER, MORE, PUSH...DON'T STOP...FASTER...YES...YES....OH YES.....OH I BEG YOU TO NOT STOP....RAM ME....F#CK ME......etc...again...at you....
all of a sudden, i wanna be flashing my tits at you.....you think you'll ever wanna suck them?
promise me, that you will bite....
know that my mouth has always taken men to places....they've never been......
Come on insert name of guy here, make me your b!tch!!!
“Let’s stop texting and start ____-ing”
If you can make me have at least 3 consecutive orgasms in 3 minutes max…come on over, I need you
hear me moan......
how do you want my tongue?"
"i will wear you out....."
you're not yet a real man till you're squeezed by me
bring your digi cam...am gonna bring my lingerie....oh, and my naked bod...
i can still feel your mouth...
tell me, would you really rather i undress myself? won't you do it for me?
imagine me and my red thongs with feathers....with strawberry jam and a can of whipped cream.....and nothing else...
i can't wait to be shouting HARDER, MORE, PUSH...DON'T STOP...FASTER...YES...YES....OH YES.....OH I BEG YOU TO NOT STOP....RAM ME....F#CK ME......etc...again...at you....
all of a sudden, i wanna be flashing my tits at you.....you think you'll ever wanna suck them?
promise me, that you will bite....
know that my mouth has always taken men to places....they've never been......
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Song - Independent Women
Album - Charlie's Angels Soundtrack
Lucy Liu... with my girl, Drew... Cameron D. and Destiny
Charlie's Angels, Come on
Uh uh uh
Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I'm feelin lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships
The shoes on my feet
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent
Question: How'd you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin' on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you're gonna brag make sure it's your money you flaunt
Depend on noone else to give you what you want
The shoes on my feet
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Destiny's Child
Wassup?
You in the house?
Sure 'nuff
We'll break these people off Angel style
Child of Destiny
Independent beauty
Noone else can scare me
Charlie's Angels
Woah All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
(repeat until fade)
it had to take Cebu to make me actually listen to this song's lyrics.... fits me well....
*~*
Pardon me while I burst
Pardon me while I burst
A decade ago, I never thought I would be.
A twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion woe is me
But I guess that it comes with the territory.
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear. I need you to see.
That I have had all I can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me
So Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
So Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Not, two days ago I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
I said I can relate
Cause lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from.
The burdens of the planet earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Never be the same...yeah.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Pardon me, never be the same. Yeah
- PARDON ME by Incubus
sigh.... the theme song of my joyride with Otep.... thank you labski for being the most wonderful tour guide... and being most motherly when am getting sicker than usual....
Album - Charlie's Angels Soundtrack
Lucy Liu... with my girl, Drew... Cameron D. and Destiny
Charlie's Angels, Come on
Uh uh uh
Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I'm feelin lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships
The shoes on my feet
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent
Question: How'd you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin' on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you're gonna brag make sure it's your money you flaunt
Depend on noone else to give you what you want
The shoes on my feet
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Destiny's Child
Wassup?
You in the house?
Sure 'nuff
We'll break these people off Angel style
Child of Destiny
Independent beauty
Noone else can scare me
Charlie's Angels
Woah All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
(repeat until fade)
it had to take Cebu to make me actually listen to this song's lyrics.... fits me well....
*~*
Pardon me while I burst
Pardon me while I burst
A decade ago, I never thought I would be.
A twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion woe is me
But I guess that it comes with the territory.
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear. I need you to see.
That I have had all I can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me
So Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
So Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Not, two days ago I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
I said I can relate
Cause lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from.
The burdens of the planet earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Never be the same...yeah.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and it's people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Pardon me, never be the same. Yeah
- PARDON ME by Incubus
sigh.... the theme song of my joyride with Otep.... thank you labski for being the most wonderful tour guide... and being most motherly when am getting sicker than usual....
Friday, May 09, 2003
Thursday, May 08, 2003
I swear, there's something creepy and ghastly about a crippled and blind man singing Passenger Seat along a street....
*~*
My dad hasn't been texting me for over a month now because he's TAMPO... that I didn't pass by our home in Lipa when I attended my niece Ela's graduation.... sigh... my Dad is such a child... hihihihihihi
*~*
My dad hasn't been texting me for over a month now because he's TAMPO... that I didn't pass by our home in Lipa when I attended my niece Ela's graduation.... sigh... my Dad is such a child... hihihihihihi
Monday, May 05, 2003
A PROMISE I MAKE
Dakota Moon
Girl, you're every breath I take
Oh baby,
Your love rules every move I make
Oh baby,
And I know that you can't read my mind
And baby, maybe I
CHORUS
Don't say it as often as I should
But I really want it to be heard
When I say I love you that's for good
You have my word
That day after day after all
I will always be true
That's a promise I make to you
You, you take this heart of mine
And make it better
I need you to
Come and walk with me through this life
Forever
And I know these words are long over due
And baby, maybe I
CHORUS
I may hold you
I may need you
I may want to
CHORUS
Dakota Moon
Girl, you're every breath I take
Oh baby,
Your love rules every move I make
Oh baby,
And I know that you can't read my mind
And baby, maybe I
CHORUS
Don't say it as often as I should
But I really want it to be heard
When I say I love you that's for good
You have my word
That day after day after all
I will always be true
That's a promise I make to you
You, you take this heart of mine
And make it better
I need you to
Come and walk with me through this life
Forever
And I know these words are long over due
And baby, maybe I
CHORUS
I may hold you
I may need you
I may want to
CHORUS
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Magaling nga ba ako gumiling?
Wala lang, minsan lang, nakakapagtaka para sakin na ako ang pinakanapapansin sa sayawan... at kung bakit natuturingang seksi agad ang mga galaw ko... kahit na hindi pa naman ako talaga naglalandi...
O bakit nasasabing 'hataw' na ako.... kahit na hindi pa naman nga....
*~*
keeping me from white chocolate IS an exercise in futility
Hindi ko rin alam kung matutuwa ako o hindi... kung masama ba yun o maganda....
Wala lang, minsan lang, nakakapagtaka para sakin na ako ang pinakanapapansin sa sayawan... at kung bakit natuturingang seksi agad ang mga galaw ko... kahit na hindi pa naman ako talaga naglalandi...
O bakit nasasabing 'hataw' na ako.... kahit na hindi pa naman nga....
*~*
keeping me from white chocolate IS an exercise in futility
Hindi ko rin alam kung matutuwa ako o hindi... kung masama ba yun o maganda....
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