If you're looking for information or eye candy to satisfy your filthy mind, you're not getting it here. Shoo! Go away, you pervert. I am blogging this entry because I think I've had the worst PMS of my life for the past few days and because it's that time of the month now, I am very, very emotional right now. ~_~ However, isn't it a wonder when boobs suddenly become a cup larger? I've become a C.. or almost a D now! Did you know that women have PMS once every month so that they can act like men do the rest of the month? Tee hee. I kid, I kid.


See? Even Noodle Boy had to make a remark.

I think I watched Miley Cyrus' The Last Song at a very wrong time. I got really emotional and all last night but I just can't resist watching movies set in small towns because I would always imagine it to be just like good ol' Ormoc City. And for a change of scenery, I also watched Sex And The City (Part 2). I know I'm really late in watching these flicks but I can't help it. I don't like going to the movies anymore because first of all, the "only" theatre in town does not really give me a cinematic experience and secondly, I think it stinks (literally!). So I would rather wait for an HD release or better yet, a Blu-Ray copy, so I can have total immersion on whatever movie I want to see in the comfort of SALA Lounge + Café. ^_^

Anyways, speaking of small towns, you really can't avoid any controversy and drama when you live in one. I mean, it's sort of given, you know. You live in a small town... and people talk... even before you actually do anything. What's worse than that? I'll tell you what. Growing up in a small town AND WATCHING SEX AND THE CITY ON HBO! I mean, seriously... I had raging hormones during that time those episodes aired on TV. What was I supposed to do!? On Tuesday nights, my girl friends and I would watch the show religiously and wonder what it is actually like to be independent, liberal, and highly opinionated women? Intimidating maybe but truly admirable. But what if you're in Ormoc City and you are just like that? Not a chance! However, crazy (and stubborn) as I am, I tried to give it a go... plus I was coming of age. Can you honestly blame me?

When you're a twenty-something, playing with fire is like a drug. You know you have to stay away from it but it draws you toward it like light to a black hole. Some are strong enough to resist it, but others are like moths to a flame. And when people start talking, it can get blown out of proportion even if you didn't actually get burned. It can get so far out that even I didn't get an exemption. I actually passed the Civil Service Exam (on my first take!) when I took it while I was working as the appointments secretary and the city mayor's speechwriter before I graduated college. I could have worked as a regular government employee should I have agreed to my mom's offer since she was in fact Human Resource Manager of the local government unit that time and I had my qualifications. But I declined. For reasons that I cannot think I would survive in a place where "chismis" is the absolute food for thought. And worse, I could become the "pulutan" of their gossip.

Now I don't really want to talk about past controversies and scandals in detail here because I'd like to keep people wondering what really happened. People around here can't mind their own business, so I'd like to keep the mystery. HAHA! The only thing left to do back then was skip town. So I ran away from it... Big deal! So what? *rolls eyes* It was too annoying to be around people who were nice to you in your face and then gossip behind your back all the time. It was tiresome. I get anonymous text messages! And I didn't want to endure all the "Tupperware" treatment from everyone. I needed to be in a place where nobody would give a shit about the things I do.

A trip to the US after my college graduation was in order and what better way to get away than head to the city that never sleeps. Hello, New York! Yes, I was in the Big Apple 6 years ago and I am definitely going back for more.


So now my last song syndrome is Alicia Keys' Empire State of Mind Part 2 (what's with all the sequels?) and this version really blew me away.



The song also made me miss New York so much. Hence, the blog. I'll be sure to go back and visit NYC with Noodle Boy someday, but I think I can't actually live in a place like that. Life is too fast there and I'm really not cut out for that.

After watching Sex And The City 2, I had mixed emotions. Suddenly for a moment, I missed being "single" but more importantly, I am now even more excited to be married and I no longer want to go to Abu Dhabi or the Middle East anymore (just because it's too conservative there and I don't want to go to jail for exposing some skin). LOL! One thing I never learned from the movie over all these years was how to be a fashionista. It has never occurred to me nor did it ever cross my mind to sacrifice comfort for style. Although I'd love to have those Manolo Blahniks one day (if I can afford it). I'm quite happy with my jeans, tee shirts, and flip flops. Thank you.

Anyways, If you haven't seen the movie, maybe it's about time you should. In fact, Noodle Boy watched it with me even though he is absolutely clueless about SATC and cannot possibly follow the story of Carrie and the girls. I asked him why he watched it and why didn't he fall asleep. He said, "It's fun watching you get excited with your eyes becoming all wide and you with that silly grin on your face." As much I wanted to slap him in the face because he's making fun of me when I am emotionally unstable because of my period, Noodle Boy is just too sweet. He loves me... and I love him. Gosh, you should see his face when he watches me eat. HAHAHA! Well, okay, maybe not. That's just for me to see. Tee hee.



By the way, before I go let me congratulate Bebidas on their 5th Anniversary!!! ***HIGH FIVE***


xoxo,

Normally I don't write about politics or anything related to our government because it makes me vomit depressed, but the recent blackout/brownouts or power outages had prompted me to blog about it. Why? Because it's annoying and I want to de-stress myself. Now I have a weird feeling these recent turn of events, blame it on the TransCo or whoever you want, I feel has something to do with the automated voting for the upcoming elections. Perhaps they want to do it the old way, maybe because cheating would be so much easier? The "dagdag-bawas" technique has been proven for so many years and had been carried out effortlessly. But what do I know about it, right? I'm just a common law-abiding citizen who does not know where my taxes go. (I don't pay much anyway because I freelance a lot. So yeah.) You know, this is one of the reasons why I shifted from my Political Science course. I figured everything I was taught in class will never happen in real life.
I guess I read and watch too many conspiracy theories to make me ponder this time. But it can't be helped. The signs are everywhere! I mean, I am here at the hotel, writing this piece, and the moment we arrived at the parking lot, I was like, "What in blazes is happening now? Too many cars with red-plates and single digit ones plus uniformed men here. Is there a convention or did these guys just find out how yummy the seafood pizza is at the hotel?"

Okay, the pizza at Sabins Hotel is great! You must try it. I'm not getting paid for this ad but hey, I blog about stuff I highly recommend. And if you don't like pizza much, try their clubhouse sandwich. It's pretty good for the price you have to pay. It's a hotel. Duh.

Anyways, back to the topic.
Better Ormoc (recently dubbed "Bitter Ormoc") has been hacked. Who hacks Facebook accounts? I know scorned ex-lovers and scammers do but as far as I can tell, the election heat is on! People are arguing about stuff that makes my nose bleed. I couldn't care less... so what kind of a citizen, am I? I don't know. Maybe I'm the kind who doesn't want to get involved in politics. It's too... chaotic. Case in point, the Maguindanao massacre. Too many lives at stake, and less is spared.
I remember almost failing my Finance major subject back in college. The teacher and I were arguing about our currency, until it reached to the point where I blurted how I hated getting freedom from the United States. I mean, we'd be freaking US citizens by now and we have USD to spend! But instead, we have a bad economy to deal with and rampant graft and corruption throughout the country. I swear, man... It makes me depressed thinking about it. So I'd rather not dwell on this subject and go back to my world, eating rainbows and pooping butterflies. Trust me, it's a much happier thought.
So is there light at the end of the tunnel? I'm not sure. I hope so but I don't really want to count on it because I might need a shrink then, and mental health medications don't come cheap. Oh well, better get down on my knees and PUSH (pray until something happens).
In the meantime, I'm going to go ahead and stuff myself with all the carbohydrates I can because the next thing you know, there might be a shortage of rice again. Pretty ingenious stuff to divert the people's attention to from the much bigger problems this country has... and don't get me started on this one. Did you know somebody won the freaking 200 Million Peso lotto last night? And when I said somebody, it means just ONE lucky sonovabitch! Gawd, I just find that really hard to believe.
Okay, I'll shut up now because I don't know, maybe I don't want to die? I'd like to get married and have kids until some kind of crazy newly-discovered disease without a cure gets me in my old age.

P.S. This blog is not carefully thought out. It was written in less than 15 minutes, so don't start questioning my opinions because THIS IS MY BLOG and I will write what I want here. Now, off you go...