Written by a guy <3

Girls need to realize.

got this from YQ (someone’s FB post)

We guys don’t care if you talk to other guys.

We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys.

But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there.

We don’t care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.

Nothing is that important at 2 am that it can’t wait till the morning.

Also, when we tell you you’re pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freaking mean it.

Don’t tell us we’re wrong.

We’ll stop trying to convince you.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.

Yeah, you can quote me.

Don’t be mad when we hold the door open.

Take Advantage of the mood I’m in.

Let us pay for you!
Dont ‘feel bad.
We enjoy doing it.

It’s expected.

Smile and say “thank you”.

Kiss us when no one’s watching.

If you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed.

You don’t have to get dressed up for us.

If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

We like you for who you are and not what you are.

Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her pj’s.

Or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up.


Don’t take everything we say seriously.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don’t get angry easily.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

Don’t talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.

It’s boring, and we don’t care. You have girlfriends for that.

Whatever happened to the word “handsome”/’beautiful”
I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with “Hey handsome!” instead of “Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy” or whatever else you can think of.

On the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn’t like it either ; )


Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren’t being treated right by a guy, don’t wait for him to change!

Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals.

Someone who will make you smile when you’re at your lowest.

Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

Someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the eyes….and say “I love you” ..and actually mean it.

Give the nice guys a chance.


Guys repost this if you agree.
Girls repost this if you think it’s cute.


Every Guy who isn’t a jerk will agree with this,
so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this.



ADVICE:

*Holding Hands
Girls: If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.

*Movies
Girls: During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder.
Guys: Lift her chin up and kiss her.

*Loving each other
Guys: When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too… And mean it.

*Laying below the stars
Girls: When you’re both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heartbeat.
Guys: Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.

"You liked it
When I had to stand
On tippy-
Toes
Just to kiss you.
Then I'd come crashing
Down,
Smiling
Like I
Had saved the world."

monday misadventures

okay, not really in a mood to write..but i just had to blog about yesterday..

so we went to the mall last monday because my brother had to get his xrays done..
we thought it wouldnt hurt to go to alabang since they say only the quezon city area would be affected by the SONA thing..luckily the hiway ride was smooth going to alabang..the other side on the other hand; the one going to Laguna was jam packed..the cars lined up and was absolutley not moving..there were alot of cars with "Iglesia ni Cristo" banners, apparently they were having a gathering somewhere in Laguna for their celebration of some sort (dont really care,sorry) anyway, we thought the traffic on the other side would clear up later that day..who knew it would rain so effing hard that would cause slight floods on the hiway leading to four excrutiating hours of boredom and ass pains. unfortunately, it wasnt us who knew.
That wasnt just the only misadventure that day,

so we were in the middle of our mall ratting when the thought of churros suddenly popped in my head, i was evidently hungry and was craving for that chocolate dip..anyway, while on the quest for "churros city" as the stall is called my mom saw this couple holding one of those snacks with the cup inside it and the food on top..she was intrigued so our search for churros was deviated by these two passer bys and my mom's annoying interest in innovative marketables..so we went and bought those, it was a stall called "kerri mo" (get it, "carry mo"?..haha ugh..its so funny its pathetic, and can i say, that i didnt get it until my younger brother pointed it out..wahha) so after that, we continued our quest for the missing churros, we got some clue from the guy from "kerri mo" BTW, he said the "Churros city" stand was moved to a lower floor..we left without asking which floor since there were two more floors below it..anyway..we were almost losing hope but we had to find it cause my brother was blaming me for putting the thought of churros on his head, and now he had to get it..freakn brat..wahha..he compared our predicament to "Harlod and Kumar: White Castle" misadventrures..not quite but i took it anyway..haha..so anyway, after almost losing hope checking the mall directories and stuff we decided it might be at the food court (pfft, iknowright, who knew..hah! :P)..so we went there..got distracted by some stores for a while then ...*angels singing on the background as a beam of light shone from one corner* it was "Churros city"!!! hidden at the corner most corners of the food court..WAHA..we finally found it..victory was ours..aaanndd it was worthit......

...untill the moment we were headed back home and the end of the traffic line was slowly approaching us...for FOUR hours we were staring at plate numbers..haha..sleep, talk, move butt, talk, sleep, stare at a cars behind, move butt, sleep :D..it was still raining and there were some desperate people who opted on walking to the nearest exit..it was already 10 pm then..the last time i expirienced this i was prolly 11 0r 12 and me, my dad, my mom, and kuya decided to just spend the night at a motel..funny expirience..anyway..thats all..haha

never again i tell u...haha :P

- :O

I CAN FEEL IT ----->>>

fave flickr member so far..aside from me :P--> :DDDDcleckemCHINADOLL

its not supposed to be a race but a rollercoaster ride

"You cant just sit back while on a rollercoaster, youre supposed to raise your arms up and scream your heart out to enjoy the ride."

the saying "life is a rollercoaster ride" doesnt exist just because some random group of kids or a gang of slightly delusional senile people came up with this, just because it sounded cool. the ups, the downs, the unexpected turns, the head burning loops that make u clinch on that metal bar theyve provided you. its all part of the rush, and you cant just sit back damnit..you have to feel where it hurts, feel where it seems like youre flying,

you have to know that when the ride turns left the edge of your seat hits your hips..and you feel the pain and when the ride stops at the highest point of the rollercoaster letting you know its about to take you down..you let it all out while you scream so effing loud it makes you feel like youre on a high..like you can breath better..like its the best thing in the world..you let go! and its the best feeling one can expirience..

and when you ride it again, you know youre supposed to hangon before the ride turns left again so it doesnt hit your hip and you scream louder than before right when it rushes down from that highest point..

damnit. you cant just sit back like they tell you to, you cant just do what other people expect, life is not about this one path where everyone heads to, where other people are competing so effing hard to reach the finish line when the most worth remembering is the run, people expect certain things just because theyve done it or because everyone else does, those people make it seem wrong when you go through the rugged muddy part instead of staying on the concrete path, and frankly, fuck that..you arent supposed to give a shit! do what you feel like and do it good, with all fucking conviction, becuase when you look back, whatever youve done, whether it be an achievement or a mistake, no regrets made, you can be proud of it becuase you believed in it..

so fuck that, fuck sitting back and conforming or you wont be able to feel the rush, you wont be able to hit your hip then ride it again and enjoy the ride without beaten hips, and you wont be able to feel that heart raising moment and learning when to scream the loudest, when to hang on to that person beside you, when to close your eyes and feel the wind on your face...that one little thing that makes life so effing bomb..that one little thing that makes life worthwhile.

when you get on that rollercoaster ride..its not about finishing the ride, its about that feeling you get, that feeling when youre laughing and talking about it with your friends, how you screamed so effing loud, how you bumped your hip and effing hurt, how you just want to hurl right there and then..thats the only reason why we ride that thing over and over again anyway.


*somewhere in here is a rant, i know you can feel it*

- :O

smudge it, hang it, adore it..

PLeasE.I wAnt This Somewhere on My wAll... artist: http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinad0ll/

Wahahha...and My Little Ponies look so cute and harmless..

this reminds me of "Narnia;Prince Caspian", prolly just because i saw it today..i dont know why. but i was soo into the movie while watching it..hahah..i felt like i was watching one of those war tactic documentaries..but less boring and there werent centaurs,gnomes and talking rats(very cute btw)with swords the size of toothpicks but can,according to the film, take down a handful of full grown men..and hot guys with accents. hahah..:P


-:O

"as the radio collides to the sound of our heartbeats"

Maybe i don't know how this goes.
thinking of witty romantic quotes.
creating facades.
hiding what i truly mean to say.
its frustrating.
Don't want to wait for that moment when the fireworks start to fade.
where the bright neon colors paint the black sky.
is left with only the palette.
as is the rush that was once felt.
all you can see now is smoke
all you can smell.
all that is heard, is applause.
beckoning the end.
dreams of "what-could've-beens".
id make it last forever.
if only i knew how to.


-O:

OH MY....

GRRRRR! freakin awsome!!!..
id SOOO be wearing these, even if it wasnt halloween...:D
Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/36013066@N07/3551525949/

Monday the 13th

Went to taft today, total hell...ok not entirely..most of it atleast..
so far the scariest thing that's happened to me on the bus..
-> so i rode the bus at around 1:30pm right?, and sat next to the window near the half end of the bus when this vendor guy pointed at the back of the resthead infront of me where someone wrote in blue ink pen "kingkong dukot wallet" i was all..okaay? in my mind yet alittle alarmed ofcourse "what are you trying to say mr vendor man?"..i didnt realize there were some stuff on the floor resting at the side of my feet untill the vendor pointed at this pile of plastic and worn out bag and said (translated :P) "whose things are those? looks like some crazy guy's stuff" i didnt understand why he assumed it was from some good for nothing guy, i thought he was just being stupid..when the vendor left the bus this old guy with glasses sat beside me, he motioned to the stuff on my foot implying it was his..i didnt feel weird though, he was just some old dude counting his money on the way to wherever he was supposed to be..i looked out the window and saw the vendor motioning me to move seats, closer to the bus driver, then pointed at the old guy next to me..i felt fucking weird, my heart started beating faster than it already was..ugh..it was so annoying..i hate it when i feel like other people have this power over me where they can make me feel scared or uneasy..its just annoying..anyway so i moved seats, next to this lady..and i was fine for the rest of the trip..untill it started raining..faaacckk...good thing i had my umbrella or i wouldve just cried..and let me tell you it wouldnt be the first time something has pushed me to my limits and made me cry..in public..anyway..FREAKING PEDICABS...screw them..i dont get it. everyone else in the country are using trics..what makes taft any different? fuck environment. taft isnt exactly a haven for blue birds and bunny rabbits.i mean come ooonnn...uggghh!..wouldnt it be better if we cut that pedicab diver some slack and just let him drive something with motors and spare him sweat and energy, and spare us some extra "baryas" and time..ohh precious TIME..the first time i rode a pedicab it was freaking hot and the poor pedicab driver was sweating and panting so much as if he pedalled that pedicab to the top of mount makiling carrying 2 boulder rocks..seriously? i wanted to offer him some water after that..the second time it was raining quite hard and the pedicab driver had to carry the umbrella on one hand and drive the thing with the other..wtf...if u hadnt noticed most of the modes of transportation today have roof over the drivers head..gahd!.and seriously, i paid 30 pesos to be pedalled, ney, craaawllledd to a distance that i couldve walked for free and gotten some long "seeked for" exercise only to be late anyways for my first class..haha..ok enough ranting..anyway, so there, i did what i had to do at taft, now to the good parts of this day :D
...met up with dominique went to town to buy this uber smexy fushia "not purple" dress on mango..iluvit!..i wanna buy mooore like this black dress on topshop and more accesories from accessorize..we are absolute shopoholics..and we are perfectly aware that----- it was passed on to us by blood!..we both have really fashionable parents..i have it on both sides let me just say..and on third generation heredity (my lola was the ultimate shopper; she knew what was good and if it fit her she would buy it in every pattern and/or color..price tags are not bothered)..anyway, i am at a faaaar off situation than my lola ever was and the rest of the world mourns with me..i shall have to resist! also cause me and dominique made a pact that we would have to save up for a shopping extravaganza at MOA 2 months from now...*excited-ness* so much for mourning, "laugh and i shall laugh with you, World, mourn and you mourn alone", as I say...anyway, after i buy the black dress i will start saving..i promise :D

-ok longest entry so far-


-:O

even robots need a lil somethin somethin

"You know what I want? I want a lot of things. I wanna be with the woman I love on Valentine’s Day. And I want her to love me back. And I want just one moment of relief from the gut-wrenching pain of knowing that will never happen!"

– Joey Tribbiani, Friends


...Even robots need a little cuddling of their own...



*how cute is this pic BTW <3*>

FAACK...

THAT

Ill get over it :|

falling teeth in nightmares

So my dad called in the middle of the day yesterday..which is about past midnight at their time..
We just got back from katip so we were quite fatigued by the time we got home..everytime we go over there a storm comes by..haha..
so anyway, he called and asked to talk to my mom, i was quite intrigued cause he never calls in the middle of the day..so when my mom hung the phone i asked what was up..she said dad had THAT dream again....

so it was about, i forget haha, about 3 or 4 years ago now when my dad called us saying he had the exact same dream where his teeth were continuosly falling from his mouth, a few hours after my dad called, my lola called next bearing the unfortunate news that our tita just died..it was SOOOO freaky! we all had goosebumps...i remember it so detailed (ok not THAT detailed, but i remember it so much) we were all gathered in the entertainment room (where the phone was, doi!) talking about dad's dream one minute, then looking at our mom's dumbfounded face while she was talking to lola the next...it was sooo horrifying, i was probably 14 or 15 back then, and i couldnt take a bath alone for a week after that, so did my other siblings..NO,scratch that...SPECIALLY my other siblings..hahah..i still did ofcourse..but in a hurrid manner, like for 2 min. and i was done..and i had to leave the bathroom doors open..wahha...

it wasnt the first time a dream of a family member had some connection with a bad expirience or event in our lives..but those are for other blog entries i guess..haha

uhm..its been a day now after my dad's second-..id call it nightmare more than anything...and no one has died yet..its hard to wait for something like this..imagine waiting for someone to actually die..how horrible is that..
anyway, i hope the first "nightmare" was mere chance and nothing bad happens anytime soon...

- :O

*awkward balloon* (a tutorial)

"16 bars about a well dressed girl"

-Gabe Bondoc <3>

Although i am a bigger AJ Rafael fan, i cant deny that he can rap..waha :D... speaking of AJ Rafael,...

^FangirlMode^
i caught his show on blog this afternoon..hahha...i did NOT leave the whole 2 hrs (i think) of it, hahah...even though there wasnt much action that transpired, i think at one moment i fell asleep while he was doing his disney medleys..hahha..it was raining outside and the ac was on..and to top it all of, aj's singing!!!..it was inevitable :D
oh! and he said my name when they did the "shout out song"..hahah
and yes, it was ofcourse vital that i spam my name on there till he said my name *googly eyes*...
^/FangirlMode^


*dont hate..haha <3*

-:O

Turn your lights down low

(rap part) <3

Lovin you is like a song I replay
Every 3 minutes and 30 seconds of every day
And every chorus is written for us to recite
Every beautiful melody of devotion every night
Its potion might this ocean might
Carry me in the wave of emotion to ask you to marry me
And every word, every second and every third
Expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard
And when I play ‘em
Every cord there’s a tone
Tellin the Lord how grateful I am
Because I know him
And harmony’s possess
A sensation similar to your caress
If you askin then I’m tellin you it’s “yes”
Stand in love, take my hand
And love jah bless

-Bob Marley/Lauren Hill ("turn your lights down low")

blog sched :P

ok so ive noticed how i go about this blog thing..
id blog 3 or 4 posts in a row in one sitting..like when id just feel like blogging or when i see something on youtube or something a friend shows me on the internet, things that interest me that make me wanna share it on blog, and itd be just like this chain reaction, blog after blog after blog (haha :O)..
but there are days when id just sit in front of the computer and be all like "eeeerr...nothing" its like my mind has nothing to offer at all, as if that part of my brain created to produce sensible yet a little trying to be witty sentences has ceased to exist..haha :O

i had never really fathomed the meaning of "writer's block" up until this whole blogging phase of mine. like when i used to write poems, it was just easy, i had a topic, a few tablespoons of wit, and a few drops of rhymes and that was it, ive made a poem pancake!!!..wahhah (sorry)..anyway, its kind of a good source to channel my emotions to..and the best part of it is..no one is bound to deminish your work by putting a grade on them AND there arent any deadlines..F*** that! :DDD

-:O

<3

"Okay.. so, why is that my desire to procrastinate is directly proportionate to the importance of the required, often time sensitive, task?"
-Gabe Bondoc







I was browsing through Gabe Bondoc's Tumblr (and let me just say, how awsome of a writer he is; lyrically and blog-.....ally (???)) anyway i came across one of his posts that started with this..and i immediately smiled in agreement, i could sooooo relate to this..as is everyone else i guess..

although i may differ to this statement in some ways..like id probablly started packing 2 days before a beach getaway but skim through my notes the night before an exam, although they may be of equal importance (kind of objective really, I THINK THEY ARE :P) id still prefer NOT to procrastinate on packing for a vaca because its simply more...FUN..haha!

-o:

who doesnt love a rock star <3

its funny how sometimes a simple piece of supposedly comical artwork could strip us down to the most mortifying of realities.




id be alittle suspicious bout that cartoon "groupie" girl too..she seems lacking of some "feminine qualities" :P