Confessions v 1.1
I also have secrets that some don't know of. This is exclusive. I'll try to think about others so I don't think it'll be worth reading...
1. Love cats. I can't sleep without him.
2. I'm also a "kikay"-- a girly-girl. I can't leave the house without my VMV basics. Now you know?
3. I'm a sucker for strawberries. Strawberry cream, strawberry-flavored chocolate, strawberry ice cream, strawberry flavored condoms... hahaha...
4. I'm a coffee addict. I drink coffee at about 6 cups when really needed. Not black but full of creamer or sometimes with milk.
5. I used to dream of having an anime boyfriend. Well, I can't find the "perfect man" around here so I preferred an animated one and his name--Mamuro.
6. But... I only had one true crush ever since 2nd year high school not until the other year. He's quite popular so I won't bother giving a clue. ~__^
7. The only hollywood celebrity I've ever planned to marry since six is Mr. Johnny Depp. It's the mystery, the aura, the masculinity and everything. I think the infatuation started when I empathized Edward in the movie Edward Scissorhands.
Screw him...
Aaaaaaahhhh! Damn, damn, damn. I can't believe he has the NERVE. Grrrrrr... Where did he sleep last night? No, not on my bed but with somebody's, I guess.
I thought we had this thing going on, you know. But that bastard just can't get off his hands on that flirting biatch.
At first he was cool with me and everything just went fine until this morning, I found him humping that-that-that--ahhh!
So what is it now? All the memories we had are going into trash? What about those cold showers or those chocolate-licking times huh?
Men. I really don't understand or what's the problem? Is it me who's the problem? No. I don't think so. The first times went fine then in the next, everything goes boomerang...
So tired...
This is the fault of my parents. If they didn't treat me like a baby I would having a great time in someone else's apartment right now.
It's dad's fault how I became a daddy's girl. Now I can't do anything without his help! It was always him who did my most complicated projects before and now it's my fault that he'll be absent in his work just to help me im my thesis! It's not my fault to be so dependent on my dad! Uh-uh... Totally uh-uh...
I don't believe this. I can do this. Really. *sob*
Trying my hand in photography…
This is my classmate. He’s quite shy and quiet in class but I don’t know what made him do everything I’ve said before I pointed-and-shoot. We just took it at a friend’s house while getting some laboratory pictures processed. I sent an e-mail full of his pictures to friends that won KT the title as the “cutie” in class. This proves that “silent waters run deep” and that one does not have to brag anything when she/he has something to show.
The men in my life…
There are certain men that I can’t resist.
First, my dad who hassles me with a lot of household chores and requests that has something to do with computers something like encoding his reports, cd-burning his CDs, checking his e-mail (would you believe it?) and others. But what I can’t resist is to help him make antennas. It’s really cool since I’m doing something that’s not learned in school but from my dad! It doesn’t make me feel masculine or anything but dad tolerates it. He even taught me how to read and make few basic circuits that requires stripping wires, soldering irons and testers. He says that women nowadays should never be afraid to try things that are supposed to be made for men and likewise. I wouldn’t resist liking that statement, of course, because I’m a feminist myself.
Second, my younger brother who is such a brat. Spoiled practically by everybody. Why? He’s a gorgeous sweet boy. It’s just that he’s saying the magic words with every demand. We just love to spoil him, that’s all.
Last, my cat who’s very irresistible. I think he’s my soul mate. (Is that possible?) I think he’s got the qualities that I want for a guy. He’s smart because he knows the favorite foods I’m eating and demands to eat them, whenever he sees the pack, as well. He’s cute because he has the softest fur a girl can ever touch and has eyes that don’t scare me of all people. He’s the jealous type of guy because he doesn’t want me to touch other cats and even sits on top of my books whenever I feel like reading. He’s caring because he looks at me whenever I’m tired or sad, or when I need a hug he never badges to let me hug him for a long time and he sleeps beside me whenever it’s cold never leaving me until dawn. He’s very high maintenance but I decided keep him for myself.
These are just the men that I just can’t resist for now. I’m still looking for others who couldn’t wait to be spoiled next.
Dream house...
I always wanted to have a house somewhere in Europe. I don't exactly know what or how much it will cost me. Or who will live with me there?
Sounds weird, eh? Well that's what goes in the mind of a historical romance freak.
Pathway to Recovery...
The show was postponed and moved tomorrow...
Punk's not dead...
Be there at Punchbowl by 6PM...
Everbody's closed...
Well lucky me....
I just found a new place to hangout...
Linux-served-hot-on-the-plate cafe...
Topped just right with the apps I like...
I'll be here in a while...
I guess they'll gonna take some time off for a while...
~__^
...for the license.. iykwim
I'll get used to this... I like it...
I don't know who I'm gonna thank for...
I'll start with God...
I like cats. I have two at home. My favorite is named Dagupling. And he looks like that when he sleeps. He takes up all the space in my bed. But what I really like about him is that he hugs my hand or leg whenever it's cold at night. It's simple sign of affection but it means a lot to me.
Welcum...
I like... I like... I like...
To blog, that is...
I like my new blog...
I like it better...
I'll make it a habit to post more...
