Follow the arc to Arcturus and speed on to Spica.

And just like in the movies... he named a star after me for our 8th monthsary.

http://www.painterofdreams.com/stars/anyoneviewstar.php?SAO=81427


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"The Crowned Goddess"... taken from Love in the Time of Cholera, one of my favorite books of all time.




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Spica (Alpha Virginis) Is the brightest star in the constellation Virgo, and the 15th brightest star in the nighttime sky. It is 260 light years distant from Earth. A blue giant, it is a variable of the Beta Cephei type.

My very own star.

(How can I possibly beat that???)

Now... for our 9th monthsary... I should get a TELESCOPE. =)

Or... he can make me one. Like what Shane did for Mandy. (Time to google that sh*t!)

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And now, the soundtrack to this most momentous occasion... from one of my favorite indie bands EVER (waffle, they'll be playing in Chicago in August... let's go!)


Taken from STARS' latest album "The Five Ghosts"

Here comes the...

Bridezilla.

I swear. That "Bridezillas" show should have me for a guest. I'm already getting mad at Pao because of the wedding videographer and video. Hahahaha!

And I'm not even engaged.

Well, technically, that is.


There's this wedding expo thingiemajig going on next Sunday and we plan to attend it. And I just wanna say that I've never seen or known a man who was as a willing and hands-on participant as Paolo when it comes to wedding plans. Seriously. It's absolutely touching.

Even though he's pretty much accepted the fact that I will be the one making all the decisions save for what suit he gets to wear. (Which still needs to be approved by moi =)

Besides, no one should have to fight about getting married. So fellas, early on, try to already accept the sheer and undeniable TRUTH that... a happy wife... is a happy life.

It's as simple as that. =)

GO-SEE FOR FEMALE BILLABONG BIKINI MODELS

Details: To model Billabong bikinis at the annual Wakeboard Perpetual Cup held in Lago de Oro, Batangas on June 26.
(mode of payment ONLY includes an ex-deal of gas allowance/transportation, lodging, food, drinks and a night of partying as well as the bikinis you model)

Fitting and screening will be on JUNE 21, MONDAY 10AM-4PM at:
STOKED INC. office
18 Ideal St, Barangay Addition Hills Mandaluyong City, Metro Manila,
PHILIPPINES 1501

LOOK FOR: Carlo A. Dela Torre - Web Content Developer/Marketing Officer

Please bring biodata and setcard.

INSPIRATION

If you feel like shit today, watch this... and I swear... you will feel LIKE "the shit" in a matter of seconds.

Flamenco.

Fuck.

I'm mad at the world again.

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I need to get the Hell out of here.

I need a breath of fresh air.

I need to remember just how big this world is... even when this fucking city feels so goddamn small and stuffy.

I need to get off the fucking internet. Turn off my phone. Whatever.

Fuck. I've never been more excited to get away. To take a break.

Ibiza, Spain this August.

This shit is so on. And yeah, maybe Amsterdam, too. So I can get stoned out of my frikkin' mind and eat space cakes and just laugh and eat and laugh with my mouth open, tears running down my eyes, and forget about all the fucking annoying things in this world that make life more difficult than it has to be.

And I'm not even mad.

Just super tired.

I'M. TIRED.

I need a change of fucking scenery.

And who knows?

Maybe I can finally dance the Flamenco at least once in my life. That way, I'd have fulfilled a childhood dream.

And all the other trivial shit in this world wouldn't matter. Because I'd have gotten to dance the Flamenco in Spain.

Try that one on your shit of "things to do before you die."

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Perhaps tonight's Republiq launch, Popo Go's long gown, glamorous hair and make-up AND A FUCKING GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE can get me out of this melodramatic funk.

KISSING SONG

Find some man, find some woman, that you can connect with... even for a moment, 'cause that's really all that life is, Sister. It's a series of moments. - Loki (Dogma)

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There will come a time in your life (as it was when it came for that time in my life, but perhaps I'm generalizing) when you will realize... and I mean, truly and fully come to terms with the very knowledge and reality of the undeniable fact... that your life undoubtedly means your sure and inevitable death.

But I do not mean for this to be sad.

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I was in La Union with Paolo (and please please bear the cheesiness) and on our 2nd night... while we were drinking by the resort's restaurant, a brown-out happened. So we walked back to our room using his Macbook for a flashlight. Then, after lighting a small blue tea-light and turning on the iPod on its fully-charged dock... he and I began slow-dancing to The Kissing Song by Dawn Landes.

Like... we were "slow-dancing." My arms around his neck, his arms around my waist, foreheads touching, eyes closed... usher's "you got me sayin' oh my gosh i'm so in love, i found you finally, you make me wanna say oh oh oh uh-oh oh my gosh" prom-like type dancing...

And I was JUST THINKING... that I was going to remember this moment... and that it was these and other moments like these that deeply mattered to me. And I was thinking about how life is measured by what you remember and if there was anything about my romantic life i wanted to remember, it would be the time i slow-danced during a brown-out, or first kissed my would-be husband in the middle of the street during the middle of a storm, or being stoned out of our minds and laughing like two happy little love bunnies gone bananas, having our first real formal date at Hooters, all the emails, and the road-trips, vacation trips or just the trips to the grocery store.

I wish that for people. To find and make moments that just STAND OUT. The ones worthy of telling your grandkids and falling back into a state of abysmal nostalgia. I may not remember all of my other 'round-the-world trips, or my "excursions" with other random people... or even the bad memories I have successfully pushed into the deep, dark forgotten corners of my mind...

I just want a life that's filled with moments worth having. Worth remembering. And memories I will actually remember when old age kicks in.

"Thirty-seven seconds well used is a lifetime." - Mr. Magorium





Soak in the carpet, their shoes and the furniture
And he needs her to drown out all the water and noise in his head

Laya.

"The view is always greatest at the top, even if sometimes, the height is overwhelming."

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Ok due to my semi-limited Filipino vocabulary, I seriously wanted to use the word "nakakalula" in the context as opposed to "overwhelmed" but it just wouldn't have looked right as an original quote.

But y'all get it, right?

And another thing I've learned as you get older...

Those carpe diem-driven "What ifs" that were once motivated by the luxury of your free-spirited youth... will one day become a happily oblivious, blissfully ignorant "Then what" that makes growth and maturity less intense and more tranquil.

True story.

I was the epitome of carpe diem once.

Now...

I have no qualms "not knowing" certain things... because you're only certain until you are and right now, I'm certain about how my life is going.

And I hope that made sense.

On that note...

Happy Independence Day, y'all.

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For some strange (and yeah, relatively f*cked up and unpatriotic) reason... I always seem to forget that Independence Day is on June 12, NOT July 4 (which is actually, Fil-American Friendship Day here in the PI) ----- not that I consider myself a Fil-Am "spokening dollar" elitist or anything.

I'm just stupid like that sometimes.

*shrugs*

XOXO

Now... I finally get why people serve most shrimp with the shell still on 'em.

De-shelling shrimp is TEDIOUS AS HELL. Furrealz. It's a frikkin' labor of love. Like... I think anyone who de-shells your shrimp for you (and refrains from eating until all the shrimp has been de-shelled)... must love you a whole lot.

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Ok, I'm saying this because I made shrimp thermidor lastnight for the very first time... without really knowing how to make it. I just knew I had to cook all the neglected shrimp that was in my refrigerator. Now I actually like to cook... and I especially like to cook for my boyfriend only because he's so receptive of my amateur cooking delicacies and entrees... even though he feels the need to put hot sauce on EVERYTHING. Still, cooking has recently become one of my favorite (and sometimes, most therapeutic) pastimes.

Ergo, the shrimp thermidor I made from scratch. (And f*ck yeah I'm gonna say it was delicious because it honestly was. =)

***Must-haves in your ref: Cheezy and Bacos.

And in case y'all didn't know... you can cook ANYTHING on a non-stick pan. Seriously. Non-stick pans are f*cking awesome. I should put that on my wishlist --- an entire set of non-stick cookware.

Anyhow... in other kitchen matters...

My beat-up, hand-me-down refrigerator needed some serious defrosting. So aside from preparing a very late dinner, I ended up clearing and cleaning out my entire fridge and at 10 o'clock in the evening, Pao and I were picking at the helluh thick-ass block of ice that had situated itself just below my freezer... with a screwdriver and hammer while pouring microwave-heated cups of water onto it.

This is exactly why I want a no-frost refrigerator.

Sometimes, I'm weirded out by the fact that I want one so bad. Other girls get off on... I don't know... rainboots. (Not that I don't like owning dressy girly things -- that day, I just scored me a very sexy off-shoulder dress from PRP and a staple pair of hounds-tooth coochie cutters)... but I really want a refrigerator.

(SAMSUNG, GE, ELECTROLUX... if you are reading this... I am willing to test any of your refrigerators and write a review about it. Just... please... give me one. A big one. The one with double-doors. And is no-frost. =)

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I decided to stay home last Saturday night. Plans to hook a friend up with another friend were cancelled, mostly due to a dwindling semi-hangover from Friday night's trip to Encore (which I absolutely do not like because even the VIP areas are packed --- which defeats the purpose of actually being elitistically comfortable AT the VIP area). The husband-to-be had a gig at Eastwood and I was ultimately free to do whatever I wanted, go wherever I pleased, see whoever I wanted to see... but instead, I found myself cleaning our quaint little condo, scrubbing toilets and showers, sweeping floors, and washing dishes... all out of my own happy accord. Then I called in for a home-service massage while watching Season 2 of Gossip Girl.

And yes. Chace Crawford is a cutie. (Sorry for the delay in stating the obvious)

Besides, the vodka-redbulls are starting to lose its luster. And people aren't nearly as interesting as they used to be.

So it was: Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite... for the rest of the night.

And since I kinda wanted to end this little entry with a bit of a Gossip girl-like vibe... I am going to put up a picture of the first girl I ever made out with. (I was 15... and she was my ex. =)



(Sorry love, but I think my ex-girlfriend is hotter than yours, hahahaha! Kidding. Well. Not really. =)



XOXO,

M

Snuggle Bunnies

For the languor-inducing, comforter-hugging, cuddle-eliciting, sex-evoking weather...

Seriously.

This is turning me on. ........................ ...... ............ ...... ............ ...... ......

Testimonial.

To you, Michelle may be many things. She could be that sister who always has your back. The middle daughter who glues the family together. That friend who gives stark pieces of advice. That beautifully dolled-up girl who seems to always be happily drinking and partying it up. Or the supermom devoted to raising a beautiful daughter who radiates more light than sunshine. Maybe even the Lifestyle editor of Gadgets Magazine who writes a reality-punching blog. Some may also see her in a twisted light – tagging her with unfavorable labels or knowing her as a fiery nemesis. She could be that person who doesn’t give a flying fuck what you or other people think. For these and all other things, and albeit human shortcomings and divine qualities…to me she is beyond.

She is the moment of silence, staring with surrendered eyes after every hug, every kiss and right before you sleep. She is the song that plays on the car radio as you drive in mind-numbing traffic, singing all adlibs with makeshift mics in hand. She is the aroma of a homecooked meal. She is every curve, every scar and every dot on my skin. Above all, she is the voice that elicits a book of emotions. This is how I was honored to see her. Yes, to you she could be many things. To me, she is everything.



I finally got my testimonial... =)

http://profiles.friendster.com/3612763


(A lovely surprise, Waffle. =)

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People should start writing more testimonials to the people they love. Seriously. Or letters. Yes. Letters. I wrote my boyfriend two handwritten letters while I was in China. Letters... testimonials...

Anything to let the people you love know that you love them.