Doing It–Doggie Style
I wish I hadn’t promised myself to write at least three blog entries a week. The pressure is just too much for my tiny head. Not that I have a whole population of readers out there who are waiting with bated breaths for my next entry, though. But me pressuring myself–and I rarely pressure myself– is equivalent to a thousand nostrils breathing down my neck. And yes, I do have a tiny head–literally. And no, I don’t see the relevance of mentioning it in this blog. Just thought I’d blab for a while and hopefully, the throbbing ache….
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Valentine Clichés
I never got any flowers this Valentine’s day. And I couldn’t be any more relieved!
It’s not that I don’t like flowers, I do. I love long-stemmed roses. They could come in bunches or in solo, it doesn’t matter. I’d still swoon. After all, I’m a normal, true-blooded female.
But give me those roses on Valentine’s Day and I’d surely go “This is so predictable, but thank you.”
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Arnel Pineda: The Next Best Thing
I was listening to one of my all-time favorite songs, Open Arms, on mp3 last night when I remembered that JJ had mentioned that Journey has got a new lead singer–a Filipino. I searched for Arnel Pineda on Youtube and my gawd, was I pleasantly taken aback! The guy has got the pipes. I momentarily forgot my sneezing and coughing as I marveled at the parity of the vocals of Pineda and the erstwhile golden boy (uh…with dark hair 
) of Journey, Steve Perry. To read more, CLICK HERE.
Heath Ledger Stole The Dark Knight
Apart from the movies I watched on DVD four boring days ago, the last movie I had watched on the widescreen was The Dark Knight. I’m never a fan of Batman as I always find his superhero costume so stuffy and, for total lack of a better word, frilly and ostentatious. I am more into the superpowered superhero kind than a mere filthy rich dude who’s got the moves and the gadgets.
But this Batman installment I had to see. I must say, I’m glad I did. It took a while for the movie to sink in, though. I am very partial against long movies and The Dark Knight was a good 2 hours and 31 minutes! For exactly that long, I had implored my bladder to hold it so I wouldn’t… To read more CLICK HERE.
Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby!
Betcha a hundred bucks, you’re going to read this post (or at least attempt to do so if I don’t bore you to coma) because you want to know how far I’d go with the sex talk. Well…far, baby. Really far. There will be no innuendos here. No euphemisms. No beating around the bush. Just bold, no-holds-barred talk about pure, wild, animal sex.
Probably the best part of relationships is the courtship stage, regardless of whether or not it would ultimately lead to sex. Imagine flirty glances, sweet smiles and sexy looks thrown at each other… To read more CLICK HERE.
I Plead Guilty To Murdering Santa Claus
One of the perks of being home alone is the chance to think about things that I normally don’t think about. Or refuse to think about, whichever is applicable. I ransacked my fridge hoping to find something edible but which requires no cooking. All I got was a pack of lobster sticks that had expired approximately a year and a half ago. Everything else in the fridge required heat before ingestion. So I opted to starve instead as I saw no point in cooking and then eating all by my lonesome self.
Then I thought about the most interesting person I could think of at this very moment–ME. The gods must have been waiting for this move, this introspection, because they decided to create the best ambiance for me. Rain clouds suddenly chased the sun away, the temperature dropped a few degrees lower, and birds stopped chirping (the gods probably know how I hate those silly lovebirds my brother kept and how I have long wanted to twist their puny little necks to forever silence them). READ MORE…
How To Not Die Alone
Behold! Hereunder are ten tips to hook your Mr. Right. These are tried and tested and proven to give you the results you only dreamed about. Follow these tips and you would soon be walking hand in hand with the love of your life. (And may god have mercy on his soul.)
1. Create a Picture of the Guy of Your Dreams. 
What are the characteristics that define your quality guy? Do you prefer someone who’s got more brains than brawns, a Bill-Gates-type of guy who could be a loyal puppy and might actually make you rich someday? Or someone who has overflowing testosterone but is a little IQ-challenged, a poster-perfect hunk that you can parade around for ego points and who wouldn’t even question your motives? Read more…
