*meeeeh faints*
sana ako na lang the chair, fire extinguisher, water bottle at ang bola! haha!
kulang na lang si stephan schrock!
1 year ago
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
don't let him waste your time
Well, you can stay all night if you want to
You can hang out with all of his friends
You can go and meet his mother and father
Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends
'cause baby, there's one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
'cause the years fly by in an instant
And you wonder what he's waiting for
Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants
And he's a-running out the door
So remember that one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you so fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
You ain't getting no younger
And you've got nothing to show
So tell him that it's now or never
And then -
Go go go go go
He can have his space
Yeah, he can take his time
Now he can kiss you where the sun don't shine
Oh baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
You can hang out with all of his friends
You can go and meet his mother and father
Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends
'cause baby, there's one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
'cause the years fly by in an instant
And you wonder what he's waiting for
Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants
And he's a-running out the door
So remember that one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you so fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
You ain't getting no younger
And you've got nothing to show
So tell him that it's now or never
And then -
Go go go go go
He can have his space
Yeah, he can take his time
Now he can kiss you where the sun don't shine
Oh baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
Friday, July 1, 2011
you've got moves like jagger
you're one helluva hot guy, adam levine!
and maroon 5's latest song "moves like jagger" is playing non-stop in my brain!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
do one thing every day that scares you...
and this is how i plan to deal with quarter-life crisis. not bad if i may say so. it makes sense actually. baby steps, baby steps... i'll overcome it...eventually.
to those who feel the same way... to those who feel trapped...to those who feel restless, this is worth the read (download the song if you please). for all you know, this is the nudge you've been waiting for...
P.S. I've highlighted those that make sense to me.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97,
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term
benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or
reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won't understand the power and
beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of
yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra
equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides
you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is
long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).
Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people
I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half
chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the
greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).
Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in
the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps
and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you
were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you
do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse,
but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia;
dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me, I'm the sunscreen.
to those who feel the same way... to those who feel trapped...to those who feel restless, this is worth the read (download the song if you please). for all you know, this is the nudge you've been waiting for...
P.S. I've highlighted those that make sense to me.
"everybody is free to wear sunscreen"
by Baz Luhrman
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term
benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or
reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won't understand the power and
beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of
yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra
equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides
you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is
long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).
Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people
I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half
chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the
greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).
Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in
the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps
and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you
were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you
do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse,
but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia;
dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me, I'm the sunscreen.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
he can make anything look sexy...
... even a friggin' ugly door knob!
riveting, outlandish, charming and drop dead gorgeous that is robert downey,jr!
i have just seen his extreme close-up feature on velvet channel.
i can't focus. i can't finish my goddamn email to a client.
i just can't take my mind off him.
*dreamy sigh*
haayy! makalaglag panty! :)
Monday, May 9, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
jack coke...in CAN!
i've been a whiskey/rhum drinker since 2007 and i love to mix it soda -- coke zero in particular.
whenever i go out for drinks, i order soda and whiskey (or rhum) separately because i sometimes feel short changed when the mix is bland or the soda that they use already lost its kick.
anyways, my days of doing my own mix will soon be over.
all i need to do is to order this...
jack daniels + cola... in a CAN!
it will soon be available in distillery bars.
i. can't. wait!
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