( My Sister's Wedding Day )

            Somewhere between hitting puberty and my first pseudo-boyfriend, I have developed this awkwardness when it comes to guys demonstrating their gallantry to me. This afternoon as I rushed to Escaler Hall, it was already jam-packed with students wanting to attend the Market Market talk. All 500 (it’s a ball park number) seats were occupied ( Read more... )

I am very horny for this guy!


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FOR SALE!!!

SELENA CLUTCH                                                               CURDOROY CLUTCH


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           Last Saturday was my sister’s formal engagement, wherein the family of the groom finally met us, the family which my sister was careful not to reveal until the last possible inextricable moment. The meeting scene was actually funny, if not a little pathetic because of the awkward silence that permeated around the room after introductions ( Read more... )

This is without a doubt a very bad year, and I thank the heavens that it’s going to be over in a few weeks. Disastrous events definitely outweigh the merits of this year. But one must trudge on, and out of propriety, I will keep my pessimism to a bare minimum this season of yuletide cheer.  But I say, a pessimist is someone who is never ( Read more... )

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I just had the best dream ever. Michael Schumacher took me to his gorgeous Tuscan Villa and we made sweet sweet love the whole day. He swept me off my feet with his Teutonic charms and his scarlet attire. What a great disappointment when I finally woke up and faced my own stinking life.

Friday

I went to the MRT station in Cubao to conduct a video interview to the forlorn looking passengers during rush hour. After schooling myself to present a jovial disposition and a Denise-flittering charm, I resolutely went forth in this endeavor. I even used a saccharine, singsong voice that dripped with adoration and girlish ( Read more... )

End result of the simulated COSA art attack contest was least to say, dismal. Because of the small number of materials and the internal conflict amongst my fellow workers, we ended up making a portrait of guy (pls. see picture), whom I lovingly dubbed as Edgar, pointing to “SOM”. The outcome was pretty lame.


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