Saturday, September 1, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Preaching the mindset of dating someone and marriage
Recently, my friend has been under some turmoil relationship wise (as if I'm not) and her boyfriend commented that he would see someone else if the right person comes along. And since then my friend has been depressive or should I say mood labile and thinking about how her boyfriend does not have any committment sense and all that. And she was going to look for another because he cannot commit.
Personally, I think that is pretty funny because the dating game has long evolutionalized into something ugly along the years. During the years when men dominated the world and women are pure slaves or possessions at men's command, men could do anything they wanted even after they have married, well, a dozen wives. But now, women are catching up and some are even surpassing our dear male sex and this have created new dilemma for our dear women counterparts. They now dread about their relationship and their future where as before, they could just cry before closed doors when they're man is having hot sex with another chick (or stud?) So has anything changed in terms of mindset? Not really. Women likes to blame men for their misfortune. I do admit many a time the men are the causes of family tragedies but if you think deeply about it, wives of those men who go out to 'have fun' are kinda at fault as well because as a partner they could not fulfil their man... (sorry girls... but its true.) So in a sense, it is the women who has not evolved or kept in pace with their men. They have forgotten an important thing about being in a relationship - versatility. The need to be dynamic about the surround changes of your relationship, to accommodate to your spouse's needs. (well, I know sometimes its not possible if you want a 20 yrs old girl when you're already 50...I acknowledge aging is a tragic thing) But still, one should find other means to fulfil each other. Perhaps people should not look forward to an everlasting relationship. It really does not exist. After all the fireworks, its about companionship and, really, a friendship.
I'm not sure if I'm being really offensive to other people but thats what I think.
Personally, I think that is pretty funny because the dating game has long evolutionalized into something ugly along the years. During the years when men dominated the world and women are pure slaves or possessions at men's command, men could do anything they wanted even after they have married, well, a dozen wives. But now, women are catching up and some are even surpassing our dear male sex and this have created new dilemma for our dear women counterparts. They now dread about their relationship and their future where as before, they could just cry before closed doors when they're man is having hot sex with another chick (or stud?) So has anything changed in terms of mindset? Not really. Women likes to blame men for their misfortune. I do admit many a time the men are the causes of family tragedies but if you think deeply about it, wives of those men who go out to 'have fun' are kinda at fault as well because as a partner they could not fulfil their man... (sorry girls... but its true.) So in a sense, it is the women who has not evolved or kept in pace with their men. They have forgotten an important thing about being in a relationship - versatility. The need to be dynamic about the surround changes of your relationship, to accommodate to your spouse's needs. (well, I know sometimes its not possible if you want a 20 yrs old girl when you're already 50...I acknowledge aging is a tragic thing) But still, one should find other means to fulfil each other. Perhaps people should not look forward to an everlasting relationship. It really does not exist. After all the fireworks, its about companionship and, really, a friendship.
I'm not sure if I'm being really offensive to other people but thats what I think.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Mood flucs
My mood has been unstable recently with temper tandrums flying everywhere. Good thing I've been shutting myself at home to avoid burning anyone I care about. But then, aren't freinds suppose to let me bitch and yell and kick and scream all day long when I need them? So ya, I've been feeling like shit for about a week now and its time I get my ass back up. I need to rebuild my confidence and get ready to fight like a soldier. Ya, thats what I'll do. Cooking makes me feel great so last night, I made lasagna. Yum. Maybe in tommorrow I'll bake a cake or something. I've spoken to various people and their entertaining me makes me feel human. Hopefully I can go turbo soon and rock the joint.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Calmness and serenity
Sometimes, life is just a bitch. I've accumulated enough will power to not let it steer me into a direction of darkness and anger. At times, frustration and anger can be overwhelming but I try to live on. I try to let hope give me strength so that it will continue to shine on me always. Its all about calmness and believing in serenity.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Stop waking me UP!
Um, some biotch on my floor has her alarm on every freakin' morning from 6:30am till who knows when. The damn alarm starts ringing and rings again and again and again for like hours and nobody seems to turn it off. Oh, and there are TWO!!!!! alarms!!!!! What da heck is this? What is the point of having alarm clock(S!!!!) that wakes everyone BUT YOU!? That is just ridiculous and I couldn't take it anymore and decided to post a note asking her nicely to either wake earlier or wake later and not to set the freakin' alarm at an unrealistic time where she would not be waking up! F*CK! Why do women like to be in denial... and others have to suffer for it. Gosh.
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Sunday, July 29, 2007
Nerdy glasses
I got new nerdy glasses to upgrade my nerdy-ness to make myself more likeable. Ya, some people think its crazy, others think it doesn't fit my look. But whatever, becoz I like it. Makes me more innocent looking though I'm not so innocent (I think). I luv innocense because at the age of 25, it just begins to slip away without you noticing.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Exhaustion
When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne
What happens when you're lover forgets your special day? What would you do? Thats all I'm thinking of right now... Meanwhile, I'm selecting candidates to substitute him for the important day.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Laughing
Laughing is usually associated with happiness and silliness. But today, I laughed at a very inappropriate time, ie. during ethics class...
My classmate J who was sitting next to me all of a sudden started doodling on my notes during our meaningful ethical debate. She informed me about something peculiar about our professeur's left sock. It was ripped and with his legs crossed, it was kinda obviously showing with his trouser ends slightly pulled up. Without any particular reason, nor was the information super comical, I cracked up. I couldn't stop laughin for at least 10 minutes. I was so embarrassed but the way from my seat to the door was faraway enough to have stopped me from dashing out the door. Because by trying to escape, I would have made a scene. So I kept laughing intermittently for 10 minutes. Miss J beside me joined in the craziness with me so I was not alone.
This is not the first time something like this happened, I remember a couple of years back we were having our orientation ceremony and the department head was talking on stage and I was in the front row. After her long and meaningless speech, she attempted to step back down to go back to her seat, across from the corridor from me, but she didn't make it - she fell off the 2nd step of the stairs and landed beside, yes, my seat. And I was shocked but suddenly could not help but laugh (well, I was actually trying to not laugh out loud so I had this twitched up smile on my face) because her hair was in a mess and looked like a tornado flewby next to her. I then tried to help her up but she had this mean look on her face. (well, who could help laughin...) And then ever since she's glared at me everytime we come across each other. Trust me, if she fell again, I would laugh again but this time I'd laugh out loud.
My classmate J who was sitting next to me all of a sudden started doodling on my notes during our meaningful ethical debate. She informed me about something peculiar about our professeur's left sock. It was ripped and with his legs crossed, it was kinda obviously showing with his trouser ends slightly pulled up. Without any particular reason, nor was the information super comical, I cracked up. I couldn't stop laughin for at least 10 minutes. I was so embarrassed but the way from my seat to the door was faraway enough to have stopped me from dashing out the door. Because by trying to escape, I would have made a scene. So I kept laughing intermittently for 10 minutes. Miss J beside me joined in the craziness with me so I was not alone.
This is not the first time something like this happened, I remember a couple of years back we were having our orientation ceremony and the department head was talking on stage and I was in the front row. After her long and meaningless speech, she attempted to step back down to go back to her seat, across from the corridor from me, but she didn't make it - she fell off the 2nd step of the stairs and landed beside, yes, my seat. And I was shocked but suddenly could not help but laugh (well, I was actually trying to not laugh out loud so I had this twitched up smile on my face) because her hair was in a mess and looked like a tornado flewby next to her. I then tried to help her up but she had this mean look on her face. (well, who could help laughin...) And then ever since she's glared at me everytime we come across each other. Trust me, if she fell again, I would laugh again but this time I'd laugh out loud.
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Sunday, July 22, 2007
Unilateralizing my world of friends and heterogenizing the gender
My last entry seems like ages ago. Not that I have nothing to talk about, its just that I've been exploring a new world that I've neglected for a long time. No, its not drugs or alcohol or anything like that. Well, I pretty much am devoid of friends of the same gender. Ever since a major crush of my then male best friend back in highschool. I've been avoiding certain types of friendships for the most part. Perhaps its their immaturity, or perhaps I was afraid to get my heart crushed again. Despite having found myself a stable partner for the past couple of years, my life is still void of the male sex and what's worst is I have not found myself a bunch of gay friends.
I guess one does not really need to unilateralize their world of friendship but I at least want to have a sector of friends that can understand me in mind and spirit. As much as my lovely pool of hot babes and munchkins that listen to me moan about my unfortunate life every week and again, they could not understand totally what I need or want to hear. This was evidenced by my babe Moni who recently discovered, with a little bit of my help, that her brother could actually be a candidate that was willing to get into my pants (No, it has never happened... yet!) that even friends who don't mind that you're gay actually only means, well, that its your life and not theirs. Moni was totally ok when I first came out to her and we had lots of fun talking about my gay life and her not so gay life that was also full of drama. But when we accidentally stumbled over her brother's love life she wasn't as accepting then. How did she find out? Well, it was coz she was being nosy and found that her brother had a lusty SMS message in his phone. Thinking it was a hot chick and all, she went to find out who it was. And our little hunt revealed that it was not a hot chick with big titties but a hot dude. I was kinda thrilled because I always had the funny feeling that her brother was just too into pumping up for his own good. And he actually loves working at Banada Republic (brandname clothes store under Gap Inc.) . Moni, on the other hand, flipped. But she's now accepted it.
Anyway, so I've been living my life with my favourite things, my textbooks and notes, and discovering the unexplored domain of gay friendships. I'm hoping once I start working I would actually start meeting some of these people. Friends of the male gender, something I've yet to conquer. Btw, its not that I don't have any guy friends, but I never tell them anything, its mostly small talk and I'm sick of giving career advice and telling them to straighten up the life. Hopefully, my crusade of heterogenizing my pool of friends will succeed. Wish me luck. But one thing I found interesting was that homosexuals do pay a lot of attention to physical appearance. (maybe I should consider working out at a gym to get a 6-pack, or maybe yoga) Another thing is that they get pissed off easily. One time, I sent this guy a message that I intended to send to someone else, he flipped and ignored me ever since. It was mostly an error of cutting and pasting. I do try to personalize my messages when I try initiating conversations, but come on how many versions of " Hey man, how're you doing?" can you come up with? Give me a break... But that guy was really hot, so I'm gonna keep trying. Haha. Ya, hopeless ass. yes yes.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Have I been outted?
Yesterday during class, the guy sitting next to me started to doodle on my note pad. Yes, my note pad, not his... and I thought he was just going to moan about how boring the class was and it turned out to be 2 hearts. And then he started to draw arrows pointing them towards me and the guy in front of me... I had doodle over it...
Exchange students
Recently, my life has been swamped with exchange students. I won't say they're foreign because most of them can either speak my language or are Asians. As heavy as our life is for the coming few months but we actually got to set aside some time to entertain our overseas guests. I keep wondering why our faculty would allow such a huge influx of students during this time of year... but whatever.
Other things thats happened:
I've once again moved into dorm and I feel all alone again. Even though mom is only other person living with me at home, well and my parasitic uncle for another few weeks, I feel much better living home. With all my stuff in a mess, there is some kinda peace the moment I walk through the door. You might ask, why don't you make some friends at your dorm. I'd rather not, really. Oh, I might be sounding extra melancholic but I'm fine. I just need to call my friends up to feel human. And plus, I have loads of books to befriend...(ya, sad, huh?) I gotta like them.
Other things thats happened:
I've once again moved into dorm and I feel all alone again. Even though mom is only other person living with me at home, well and my parasitic uncle for another few weeks, I feel much better living home. With all my stuff in a mess, there is some kinda peace the moment I walk through the door. You might ask, why don't you make some friends at your dorm. I'd rather not, really. Oh, I might be sounding extra melancholic but I'm fine. I just need to call my friends up to feel human. And plus, I have loads of books to befriend...(ya, sad, huh?) I gotta like them.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Paula Cole: Courage
After like 8 years, Paula Cole finally has a brand new studio album "Courage" out. Though I haven't heard many of the songs, I will wait till this album drops in HK and then snatch it up. I wonder if she has an international distributor for her deal... I love her voice. I think I bought her best hits album last year, but I've been with her since I was like 16 when I was a fan of Dawson's Creek. See how devoted I am to my idol worship. Haha. No, but she is really something. The voice is just purely amazing.
This is the Billboard review:
" It's my life/and I am free/ to live my life/the way I feel," Cole sings on her first album after a seven-year self-imposed exile. The words are trite on paper, but lifted by her straining, breathy voice over sparse acoustic guitar and strings they flower open and become uniquely poignant. The entire 11-song collection is delicate and simple, particularly for Cole, who has a penchant for overly developed historical metaphors and impromptu beatboxing. Here, she resembles Linda Ronstadt, interpreting melodies ranging from positively Gershwinian ("Lonelytown," a dead ringer for "Someone to Watch Over Me") to country-inflected (first single "14") to reggae-lite ("Safe on Your Arms"). "Courage" refocuses attention on what makes Cole superb—her voice—and courses with a genuineness sometimes lacking in her previous work. A welcome return. —Kerri Mason
Finding 'Courage'
After an early peak, singer-songwriter Paula Cole walked away from it all. Now she's back.
By Sam Sessa
Sun Reporter
Originally published June 12, 2007
LOUISVILLE, Ky. // By age 30, singer-songwriter Paula Cole had achieved heights she hadn't even dreamed of: a platinum album, two huge hit singles and a Grammy for best new artist.
But composing songs of love, struggle and loss didn't prepare her for what came next: The album her record company rejected. A decision to leave the music industry. A failed marriage. Her daughter's frightening asthma attacks.
"I've been through a lot," Cole says, leaning forward on a plush chair in a hotel room and looking back at her life.
Now, after a roughly eight-year hiatus from touring and recording, the chanteuse is ready for a public re-introduction. Her first album of new material in nearly a decade, the aptly named Courage, hits store shelves today.
"I was going through such a hard time when I made this album," Cole says. "What I'm proud of is, it's not bitter, it's not angry. It's tender. It's examining."
"She's always been a very thoughtful composer," says Dan Reed, music director of Philadelphia's WXPN 88.5-FM, a noncommercial station that has put the song "14" in rotation. "It's more of what you've come to expect from Paula Cole. I think it's incredibly consistent."
Courage showcases a stronger, more mature Cole, who is willing to give up some creative control and embrace input from outsiders.
That was not the case in the '90s, when the Massachusetts native wrote parts for nearly every instrument on her sophomore album, This Fire. She butted heads with record-label executives over her decision to self-produce the album. Cole eventually won.
"I felt like I needed to prove something," she says. Cole's tousled brown hair cascades onto a charcoal-colored lightweight cardigan, which covers a plain black shirt. She is at once proud, earthy and beautiful. "Well, I proved it. I did it."
Released in 1996, the CD contained both of Cole's biggest hits: "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone" and "I Don't Want to Wait," which went on to cement its place in pop-culture history as the theme song for the television teen drama Dawson's Creek. This Fire went platinum and propelled Cole into the national spotlight.
The country latched onto Cole's lush pop melodies, emotional lyrics and breathy voice, which is much the same whether she sings or speaks.
"It was amazing," Cole says, remembering the peak times. "My ego was chuffed there for a minute."
But commercial success was fleeting and bittersweet. A self-professed introvert, Cole found the increasing public attention awkward. Even her hairy armpits (she's since shaved) were sources of debate among the media and public.
Today, Cole still seems uncomfortable sharing herself in conversation. She clenches her fingers from time to time and stutters at the start of some sentences.
Cole's third album, 1999's Amen, was critically praised but didn't sell many copies. More and more, she wanted to distance herself from her musical career. She yearned to settle down and start a family.
"I needed to be a hermit," Cole says. "It was like I was a plant in shock and I needed to go back down to the roots. I couldn't flower. I needed a long hibernating winter that turned into seven, eight years."
In 2000, Cole moved from New York to Los Angeles. In 2001, she gave birth to her daughter, Sky. She married Sky's father the next year. When Sky was an infant, Cole went back into the studio and recorded about 20 songs for a new album. But Warner, her record label, refused to release them. Angry over Warner's decision, Cole parted ways with the company.
"I was unhappy after awhile in the music business - the business part of the music," she says. "I needed to stop. I needed to heal myself from that."
So she focused on being a mother, which was more demanding than she expected. As a toddler, Sky had severe asthma, with attacks that sent her to the emergency room.
Recording and releasing albums suddenly seemed insignificant compared with raising a child, Cole says.
"Suddenly, you look at a music career and you think how self-involved you were," she says. "You increasingly become this caged animal, poked and prodded and alone. It's very, very unhealthy."
It would be years before Cole felt comfortable enough to return to a recording studio. The spark came when she connected with Bobby Colomby, a renowned producer and the drummer from Blood, Sweat and Tears. The two teamed up and went into Capitol Studios to work on Courage.
For the first time, Cole was able to let go creatively. She felt as though she had nothing to prove. She co-wrote songs and let Colomby and the musicians criticize her.
"It had this spirit of unattachment to it," Cole says. "I was in the moment, and it was fun. ... I wasn't thinking about my past. I wasn't thinking about my future. I was just enjoying the process."
Noncommercial stations such as WXPN have warmly received Courage. But Reed doubts mainstream radio stations will give Courage much air time.
"It's a completely new world out there now, radio-wise," he says. "Stranger things have happened, but it's a tough sell these days to try to break through to mainstream radio with anything that doesn't sound like whatever's big these days."
Regardless of the commercial performance of Courage, the 39-year-old Cole says she can no longer keep from writing and performing. She recently moved back to New York, signed with Decca Records, which released Courage, and has a handful of concerts scheduled sporadically through midsummer.
"I miss music terribly," Cole says. "I have a life purpose through music, and I need to get back to work, because this divorce is killing me. Practically speaking and emotionally, spiritually, I need music."
On stage, Cole's uneasiness slips away to reveal a confident, captivating woman with a versatile voice. At a performance in Louisville, Cole receives several standing ovations.
Still, Cole keeps her distance from the mechanics of the record business. She is more cautious now - more careful not to micromanage as she once did.
"I felt a little battered by the first round, and here I am in the second," she says. "I probably have some post-traumatic stress disorder."
In the Louisville hotel room, she picks up a booklet Decca published to promote the new album and looks at the pictures of herself inside.
"It's beautiful," she says.
For a moment, Cole is lost in herself. Then, she snaps out of it.
"Good for Decca," she says, and sets down the booklet. For Cole, it's enough to love the music - and then let go.
This is the Billboard review:
" It's my life/and I am free/ to live my life/the way I feel," Cole sings on her first album after a seven-year self-imposed exile. The words are trite on paper, but lifted by her straining, breathy voice over sparse acoustic guitar and strings they flower open and become uniquely poignant. The entire 11-song collection is delicate and simple, particularly for Cole, who has a penchant for overly developed historical metaphors and impromptu beatboxing. Here, she resembles Linda Ronstadt, interpreting melodies ranging from positively Gershwinian ("Lonelytown," a dead ringer for "Someone to Watch Over Me") to country-inflected (first single "14") to reggae-lite ("Safe on Your Arms"). "Courage" refocuses attention on what makes Cole superb—her voice—and courses with a genuineness sometimes lacking in her previous work. A welcome return. —Kerri Mason
Finding 'Courage'
After an early peak, singer-songwriter Paula Cole walked away from it all. Now she's back.
By Sam Sessa
Sun Reporter
Originally published June 12, 2007
LOUISVILLE, Ky. // By age 30, singer-songwriter Paula Cole had achieved heights she hadn't even dreamed of: a platinum album, two huge hit singles and a Grammy for best new artist.
But composing songs of love, struggle and loss didn't prepare her for what came next: The album her record company rejected. A decision to leave the music industry. A failed marriage. Her daughter's frightening asthma attacks.
"I've been through a lot," Cole says, leaning forward on a plush chair in a hotel room and looking back at her life.
Now, after a roughly eight-year hiatus from touring and recording, the chanteuse is ready for a public re-introduction. Her first album of new material in nearly a decade, the aptly named Courage, hits store shelves today.
"I was going through such a hard time when I made this album," Cole says. "What I'm proud of is, it's not bitter, it's not angry. It's tender. It's examining."
"She's always been a very thoughtful composer," says Dan Reed, music director of Philadelphia's WXPN 88.5-FM, a noncommercial station that has put the song "14" in rotation. "It's more of what you've come to expect from Paula Cole. I think it's incredibly consistent."
Courage showcases a stronger, more mature Cole, who is willing to give up some creative control and embrace input from outsiders.
That was not the case in the '90s, when the Massachusetts native wrote parts for nearly every instrument on her sophomore album, This Fire. She butted heads with record-label executives over her decision to self-produce the album. Cole eventually won.
"I felt like I needed to prove something," she says. Cole's tousled brown hair cascades onto a charcoal-colored lightweight cardigan, which covers a plain black shirt. She is at once proud, earthy and beautiful. "Well, I proved it. I did it."
Released in 1996, the CD contained both of Cole's biggest hits: "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone" and "I Don't Want to Wait," which went on to cement its place in pop-culture history as the theme song for the television teen drama Dawson's Creek. This Fire went platinum and propelled Cole into the national spotlight.
The country latched onto Cole's lush pop melodies, emotional lyrics and breathy voice, which is much the same whether she sings or speaks.
"It was amazing," Cole says, remembering the peak times. "My ego was chuffed there for a minute."
But commercial success was fleeting and bittersweet. A self-professed introvert, Cole found the increasing public attention awkward. Even her hairy armpits (she's since shaved) were sources of debate among the media and public.
Today, Cole still seems uncomfortable sharing herself in conversation. She clenches her fingers from time to time and stutters at the start of some sentences.
Cole's third album, 1999's Amen, was critically praised but didn't sell many copies. More and more, she wanted to distance herself from her musical career. She yearned to settle down and start a family.
"I needed to be a hermit," Cole says. "It was like I was a plant in shock and I needed to go back down to the roots. I couldn't flower. I needed a long hibernating winter that turned into seven, eight years."
In 2000, Cole moved from New York to Los Angeles. In 2001, she gave birth to her daughter, Sky. She married Sky's father the next year. When Sky was an infant, Cole went back into the studio and recorded about 20 songs for a new album. But Warner, her record label, refused to release them. Angry over Warner's decision, Cole parted ways with the company.
"I was unhappy after awhile in the music business - the business part of the music," she says. "I needed to stop. I needed to heal myself from that."
So she focused on being a mother, which was more demanding than she expected. As a toddler, Sky had severe asthma, with attacks that sent her to the emergency room.
Recording and releasing albums suddenly seemed insignificant compared with raising a child, Cole says.
"Suddenly, you look at a music career and you think how self-involved you were," she says. "You increasingly become this caged animal, poked and prodded and alone. It's very, very unhealthy."
It would be years before Cole felt comfortable enough to return to a recording studio. The spark came when she connected with Bobby Colomby, a renowned producer and the drummer from Blood, Sweat and Tears. The two teamed up and went into Capitol Studios to work on Courage.
For the first time, Cole was able to let go creatively. She felt as though she had nothing to prove. She co-wrote songs and let Colomby and the musicians criticize her.
"It had this spirit of unattachment to it," Cole says. "I was in the moment, and it was fun. ... I wasn't thinking about my past. I wasn't thinking about my future. I was just enjoying the process."
Noncommercial stations such as WXPN have warmly received Courage. But Reed doubts mainstream radio stations will give Courage much air time.
"It's a completely new world out there now, radio-wise," he says. "Stranger things have happened, but it's a tough sell these days to try to break through to mainstream radio with anything that doesn't sound like whatever's big these days."
Regardless of the commercial performance of Courage, the 39-year-old Cole says she can no longer keep from writing and performing. She recently moved back to New York, signed with Decca Records, which released Courage, and has a handful of concerts scheduled sporadically through midsummer.
"I miss music terribly," Cole says. "I have a life purpose through music, and I need to get back to work, because this divorce is killing me. Practically speaking and emotionally, spiritually, I need music."
On stage, Cole's uneasiness slips away to reveal a confident, captivating woman with a versatile voice. At a performance in Louisville, Cole receives several standing ovations.
Still, Cole keeps her distance from the mechanics of the record business. She is more cautious now - more careful not to micromanage as she once did.
"I felt a little battered by the first round, and here I am in the second," she says. "I probably have some post-traumatic stress disorder."
In the Louisville hotel room, she picks up a booklet Decca published to promote the new album and looks at the pictures of herself inside.
"It's beautiful," she says.
For a moment, Cole is lost in herself. Then, she snaps out of it.
"Good for Decca," she says, and sets down the booklet. For Cole, it's enough to love the music - and then let go.
Fantastic Four: Rise of the Surfing Hot Cake
Though I have never watched Fantastic Four Part I, but Part II was pretty awesome. I call it Rise of the Surfing Hot Cake. Haha. There are plenty of eye candies throughout the movie. Chris Evans was hot. I like histrionic bad boys. Nothing erotic. But the plot was pretty good and predictable. Haha. Jessica Alba was hot even though her really fake blonde hair was bothering me throughout the movie. Mind you, I sat in the FRONT row... I HATE the front row!!! But the movie was still pretty hot so I guess if I sat in one of my usual seats, well, I would have said it was marvelous. But seriously, you guys should go watch it. Its similar to the thrill you'd get out of the X-men movies but less serious I suppose.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Evangelicals have sexual desires too?
A new survey shows that five of ten Christian men in the U.S. -- and two of ten Christian women -- are addicted to pornography. The survey was conducted by an online Christian Internet community found that 50 percent of men who regularly attend church are addicted to pornography, and 20 percent of female churchgoers are also addicted.
A woman on the internet quoated:
"If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world-the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life-is not of the Father but is of the world." 1 John 1:15-16.
Just out of curiosity, did God create the genitals just for the purpose of reproduction? If so, then why do you get all this pleasure out of it. I mean, we could have been factories that plug our key into the right slot to produce a baby... sorry if this comment offends anyone, but I just had to ask...
And another woman mentioned that 1 in 4 women in the United States has been sexually abused/molested. How can this be true? I mean, if the mere glimpse of a man's eyes has created the delusion that the guy was sexually abusing a woman then I guess its possible to have 25% been molested... but other than that... its quite difficult to imagine. And to turn off your TV to prevent your kids from being 'contaminated' by the evil (sex, violence) of society is not by any means a preventive measure, I'd say it is pure ignorance. Its not like your kids are subjected to constant humping on the tube... even educational channels like national geographic show animals 'reproducing' once in a while... I'm afraid that kids would be brain washed in their nice little sanctuary that they would think that any guy looking at them for more than 5 second is stripping them in their minds... gee.
http://www.onenewsnow.com/2007/06/survey_finds_evangelicals_addi.php
A woman on the internet quoated:
"If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world-the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life-is not of the Father but is of the world." 1 John 1:15-16.
Just out of curiosity, did God create the genitals just for the purpose of reproduction? If so, then why do you get all this pleasure out of it. I mean, we could have been factories that plug our key into the right slot to produce a baby... sorry if this comment offends anyone, but I just had to ask...
And another woman mentioned that 1 in 4 women in the United States has been sexually abused/molested. How can this be true? I mean, if the mere glimpse of a man's eyes has created the delusion that the guy was sexually abusing a woman then I guess its possible to have 25% been molested... but other than that... its quite difficult to imagine. And to turn off your TV to prevent your kids from being 'contaminated' by the evil (sex, violence) of society is not by any means a preventive measure, I'd say it is pure ignorance. Its not like your kids are subjected to constant humping on the tube... even educational channels like national geographic show animals 'reproducing' once in a while... I'm afraid that kids would be brain washed in their nice little sanctuary that they would think that any guy looking at them for more than 5 second is stripping them in their minds... gee.
http://www.onenewsnow.com/2007/06/survey_finds_evangelicals_addi.php
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Paris Hilton back to jail...
Paris Hilton was just ordered back to jail in Lynwood to serve out the remainder of her sentence! She'll get credit for at least 5 days already served. Hilton left the courtroom in tears, screaming, "Mom, Mom, Mom." Hilton was also heard saying "It's not right." One witness said that Paris was "physically escorted" out of the courtroom by a female deputy. Hilton's mother was later seen pacing the hallways, telling reporters, "I'm paralyzed right now."
I liked Paris and her histrionic craziness. I was intrigued when she first portrayed herself as a bimbo on her reality TV show and showed how many spoiled rich kids behaved. It was truly funny. Now that she has done somethign deserving of punishment, she probably should get punished for her naivity. Perhaps after that she can be a true Hollywood star instead of trying to seek attention from the tabloid press as if she was an all American sweet heart. But nonetheless, Paris is a hot chick.
Friendship hunting
Recently, I've been in search of new friendships. Friendships in cyberspace. Many years ago, I've attempted a similar adventure when I was still young and naive. Now that I'm more mature, at least in my own mind, I hope to venture into areas I have not really touched upon before for new friendships. Friendships with people who are the same as me deep within. I want to know more about these species of people. That is, I wanna know more about myself through the process. Its so mysterious to have someone you don't know talk to you. You can talk about anything and everything. Perhaps these friendships would last, perhaps not. But I do have friends who have cyber friendship turn into marriage or long lasting friendships. At this moment, friendship is something I crave. Not that I don't have any friends but I crave to understand more about people and their natures, what goes on other peoples' lives. I wanna live their adventures and see what they see. Perhaps my perspectives on life is too narrow and limited, and thats why I have such desire. Would you lend me a hand on my adventure?
Thursday, June 7, 2007
if you were dancing with Mario
instead of Eva. And look at Eva's
legs... they are amazing!
Labels:
dancing,
Eva Longoria,
Mario Lopez
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Happy birthday
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Baking happy food
After having a horrible haircut, I decided to bake to relieve my own anxiety. I was browsing someone's blog and found that there was a killer recipe for chocolate cake. So I decided to make one. Indeed, the chocolate was able to boost my serotonin level like its suppose to. Thats why I call it 'happy food'. The chocolate cake was very chocolatey. Mmmm...
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Rosie vs. Elizabeth: Politics and Fights
What do you guys think?
May 1
May 23
Interpretations:
Trump's reply:
May 1
May 23
Interpretations:
Trump's reply:
Labels:
Elizabeth Hasselbach,
Rosie O'Donnell,
The View
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Obsessive and compulsive personality
I was told I have obsessive compulsive personality today (not a disorder) after doing a questionaire. YAY! Now I can obsessively continue my search of hot men.
TV and Nudity
Manhunt
Make Me A Supermodel
Niptuck
Janice Dickinson Show
More Janice Dickinson show - stripped
Make Me A Supermodel
Niptuck
Janice Dickinson Show
More Janice Dickinson show - stripped
Labels:
Janice Dickenson Show,
Make Me A Supermodel,
Manhunt,
Mario Lupez,
Nip Tuck,
Waz
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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