Wednesday, September 24, 2008

work it like you own it

I've always been dependent on music to tide me over those boring hours at the treadmill, stairmaster, whatever. There's nothing like a couple of upbeat thumps and booms throbbing inside your head, courtesy of your earphones (duh), to drown those grunts from some hardcore gym rat trying too hard to heave some serious weights.

So, what's your playlist for working out at the gym?

Here's mine, and quite frankly, I'm getting a bit tired with these tracks. But I'm always up for something new!




Any suggestions?

Anyone?

Anybody?!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

dying changes everything

I want me one of those shirts!
I'm so glad House is back!

No other TV show has ever made me laugh and cry in the space of 5 minutes. And that closing scene in this season's first episode? I was literally aching with Dr. House.

Because I know what it's like to lose a friend.


Plus: "Almost dying changes nothing. Dying changes everything."

Just. Effing. True.





Photos: Courtesy of House Wiki.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

what's inside?

This tag's from Faery Rowan.

Here are the rules. Find a safe, quiet place free of significant others, nosey meme makers, priests, nuns, all things religious and men in general. (If you're a guy, just reverse this process to fit males and tell us about your wallet, tool box, briefcase or metro sexual accessory.)

1. Dump the contents of your handbag in a pile.
2. Take a photo of your handbag and the contents.
3. Be brave and explain to your fellow bloggers what lurks inside the handbag.
4. Tag others who might want to embarrass themselves.
5. Answer these questions:

Describe the contents of your handbag.
What's the most important thing in your handbag?
What's the most embarrassing thing in your handbag?
What's the smallest thing in your handbag?
Is there anything illegal in your handbag?

Started by Mimi, Queen of Memes who thinks up brilliant memes.

So, what's inside my mahiwagang buyot (magical tote)?


Describe the contents of your handbag.
In random order:
-wallet
-MacBook
-wet tissues & toilet seat cover
-mouse (not the rodent! also, i could never properly use any laptop without this.)
-l'oreal hair serum
-kikay kit (contents are here.)
-mouse pad
-company ID
-2 phones
-power supply for the Mac
-eyeglasses

...Hey, where's my comb?? Hmpf, I left it in the office again!

What's the most important thing in your handbag?
My phones, hands down. And that Mac? While it's a totally sweet deal, it's not exactly mine (just company-issued).

What's the most embarrassing thing in your handbag?
Hmm.. nothing, really.

What's the smallest thing in your handbag?
Inside my kikay kit, there's a pair of nail clippers.

Is there anything illegal in your handbag?
Nopers. I'm boring, I know!

So now, I'm tagging anyone who's feeling brave enough to bare what's inside her soul! Er.. handbag, I mean. Or purse, if you're not from this side of the Earth.

Friday, September 12, 2008

that first kiss


Art: Courtesy of Michelle Auer

I remember my first kiss vividly (yes, that French one). My then-boyfriend was at our place, and he was just getting ready to go home.

While he was about to walk out the door, I leaned over, closed my eyes, and offered up my face in anticipation of that perfunctory butterfly-kiss. But he must have had other things in his mind, because the next thing I knew, he was Frenching me!

I was so shocked I slapped him in the face.

It was a weird feeling, like somebody had invaded your privacy, an unwelcome intrusion. And it tasted weird, too (but now I've learned it's supposed to taste like that - unless he was eating something sweet before the kiss, then happiness for you!). Then I got to thinking, maybe it felt weird because I wasn't *really* in love with him.

Because now that I'm with Allan and when he kisses me, it feels like I'm finally home.


...Can you still remember your first kiss?

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

the mess that is us



 
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