And this is the price that you pay For being smart in a stupid way You stand there staring while your lover walks away Being smart, in a stupid way The doors they close like eyelids The train just pulled away Sometimes I smell the perfume that she was wearing that day And i wonder if there's anyone that I'll ever love in any way Maybe I'll grow up and be good someday Maybe this pain I feel will go away
Song Title: Smart in a Stupid Way
Performed by: Ashlee Simpson and Steven Strait
She feels the blow as he gazes at his lady love, and she wonders why she continues to stare. All his life; she stood by his side, and yet he never knew she was there. Even though she was lucky enough to receive his smiles, she knew they never belonged to her. His touch, his words, his laughter, his melting stare- were ephemeral pieces of heaven that she cherished. But right from the very start, she knew whatever she managed to steal would never be enough, because all that time, all that time another girl had his heart.
As she sat there watching them, she muttered to herself:
"This is my fate, I will always be the girl in love with the man who is loving somebody else."
And this is the price that you pay For being smart in a stupid way You stand there staring while your lover walks away Being smart, in a stupid way So why is my heart so hollow Why are my dreams so shallow And why don't I ever have anything else to say And why is my love so far away
He stares at her, a smiling angel, and wonders why he has lost the ability to breathe. "I'm in love with her" he whispers to himself, "but she's not in love with me". He sits in a darkened room plagued by her smiling face, her laughter echoes amid the gloom, his misery continues for days.
And this is the price that you pay For being smart in a stupid way You stand there staring while your lover walks away Being smart, in a stupid way.
Upon hearing the song "Smart in a Stupid Way" I'm compelled once more to give my insights on the topic of love- or rather the topic on the follies of falling in love.
I'll Never Fall In Love Again Elvis Costello What do you get when you fall in love? A diamond pin to burst your bubble That's what you get for all your trouble I'll never fall in love again I'll never fall in love again What do you get when you kiss a girl You get enough germs to catch pneumonia After you do, she'll never phone you I'll never fall in love again I'll never fall in love again Don't tell me what it's all about 'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out Out of those chains those chains that bind you That is why I'm here to remind you What do you get when you give your heart You get it all broken up and battered That's what you get, a heart that's shattered I'll never fall in love again I'll never fall in love again Out of those chains those chains that bind you That is why I'm here to remind you What do you get when you fall in love? You only get lies and pain and sorrow So for at least until tomorrow I'll never fall in love again I'll never fall in love again I'll never fall in love again
Love opens the heart, blinds the eyes, and clouds the mind. Love can make even the smartest man in the planet loose his/her wits.
Samson allowed Delilah to cut his hair.
Adam took a bite from the forbidden fruit as prompted by Eve.
Caesar and Mark Anthony were charmed and seduced by the alluring Cleopatra.
Katie Holmes converted to Scientology for Tom Cruise.
Tom Cruise jumped on Oprah's couch because of Katie Holmes...
Let's cut to the chase.... When in love, we become crazy, in Tom's case, he was sooo crazy about Katie that he was compelled to show it by jumping up and down on Oprah's couch, which astonished millions of viewers. It was quite a sight that prompted some of the people in the media to mock him and dub him as "unstable" and just downright demented.
This incident gave birth to the phrase "jumping the couch. It's a phrase used to describe someone who makes a total fool out of him/herself in public to the point that it ruins their reputation.
In Tom's defense, the dude was in love. I don't know if it flattered Katie or anything seeing Tom overtly express his feelings for her, but I'm sure a great deal of ladies out there would kill for something like that- though in a more subdued way I suppose.
The point is, before I digressed on and on about Tom Cruise- Love makes us do crazy things, either in a good or bad way.
When You Love Someone Byan Adams When you love someone - youll do anything You'll do all the crazy things that you cant explain You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun When you love someone You'll deny the truth - believe a lie There'll be times that youll believe you can really fly But your lonely nights - have just begun When you love someone When you love someone - youll feel it deep inside And nothing else can ever change your mind When you want someone - when you need someone When you love someone... When you love someone - you'll sacrifice You'd give it everything you got and you wont think twice You'd risk it all - no matter what may come When you love someone You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun When you love someone The thing is, when we allow ourselves to fall in love with someone, actually, our consent is not necessary, we just fall in love period. When that happens, we open up ourselves to the other person. We bear hearts, we become vulnerable- this is the risk we take when we allow ourselves to love. You see, the only way a person can hurt us is when we allow ourselves to care, and yes, to love them. Our hearts break because we give people the right to break them.
The risk is great, but being able to posses love makes it worth it- right?
When you love someone - you'll sacrifice You'd give it everything you got and you wont think twice You'd risk it all - no matter what may come When you love someone
Love makes us smart in a stupid way. People give so much of themselves to the one's they love to the point that they lose track of who they are and eventually this leads to dissatisfaction and disenchantment. People give so much of their time, effort and sacrifice to the one's they love that resentment builds up when their significant others fail to offer the same. Some people pour all their heart and soul onto the person that they love, and become crushed when they realize that it will never be reciprocated.
It is said that in typical relationship, there will always be someone who loves the other more- I see this as a power struggle actually, in a sense that: If one of the two loves the other more... He/ she will forever be the less fortunate of the two. Forever, powerless, crippled by his/her devotion to the other half.
Which begs the question: is there ever an equal division of affection / love in a relationship?
Answer: Yes, not a lot of people are capable of pulling it off, but it's possible.
It's about balance, it's basic give and take, not take and take, then give when it pleases you. When you allow yourself to keep giving without taking even a little bit of something from the other for yourself- you're being smart in a stupid way.
People who wait for the other to say the words "I love you" are being smart in a stupid way, why?
It saves them from the sting of rejection, yet deprives them from the blissful vindication of their feeling being reciprocated.
People who stay in a dead-end relationship (i.e. physically and emotionally abusive relationships) are being smart in a stupid way.
Their already trampled on self-esteem will not permit them to leave, and they have formed some perverse attachment to their significant other believing that "they didn't mean it, and at the end of the day they did the act out of love".
People who allow the one they love to walk away or slip away, are being smart in a stupid way.
They free themselves from the risks that come with love, but live with the regret of letting go of the one they love.
People who cheat on their boyfriend/ girlfriend husbands/wives are being smart in a stupid way.
They find pleasure and excitement in the company of another, while betraying and forsaking those who truly love them.
People who allow the chance of love pass by, are smart in a stupid way,
They will never know the joys or sorrows that come with love, but they will always think about "what might and could've been"
People who give up love to avoid the pain, are being smart in a stupid way.
They live their lives free from pain, but deprive themselves the chance of finding true happiness.
The truth is, when it comes to love, we are all smart in a stupid way. There's no class that teaches us how to love, nobody can teach a person how to love, we just do.
“The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.”
Monday, June 30, 2008
Smart In A Stupid Way
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sh*t Happens
I apologize for the title, I suppose it may sound offensive to others (hence the apology). Let me just warn you ahead that there will be very colorful language added to this entry (who knew? I can versatile writer after all).
Truly, I am not the type of person who swears like a sailor. Rambling aside, I just felt like saying "Sh*T Happens" (trust me, I do have a point to convey here), because when things go wrong, that's is the first thing that usually comes out of people's mouths.
"Oh Sh*t I'm late", "Sh*t I can't believe this...", "I got fired. What a load of crap" - (that is still Sh*t by the way)
Get what I mean? It's a crude way of saying that life is unfair... Don't get it? Okay, pop quiz:
What was Alanis Morisette really trying to say in the song "Ironic"?
Read between the lines...
An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn't it ironic ... don't you think? It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought ... it figures
What is she trying to say? "Life is unfair and Sh*t happens".
A traffic jam when you're already late A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife It's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife And isn't it ironic...dontcha think A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...
Imagine that, meeting the man of your dreams and then realizing he's with someone else, doesn't that make you want to tear your hair out in frustration and just yell "It's unfair!!!!!!!!!", "Why me?". Doesn't that make you want to throw in the towel and just give up or cease breathing????
Seriously?
Don't mind me, I happen to have a flair for dishing out a great deal of theatrics, but there, I have successfully enumerated some typical reactions spawned from moments of frustration.
Now if you're thinking: "Okay I get the sh*t happens and life is unfair theory, what the heck is the point of all this ahem... crap?"
Good question, allow me to enlighten you.
"Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left."
~Hubert Humphrey
Translation:
Life is about learning and the learning process does involve a great deal of crap thrown your way. Like: people losing their jobs, getting mugged, significant others cheat, people die, there's war, global warming, some nut is screaming about the end of the world....
Question: Are you dead?
If the answer is yes (may you rest in peace), but if the answer is no, then what's the big???
Here are possible solutions to the aforementioned life dramas:
People who lose their jobs - can find new employment, start a business, or take a much needed vacation.
Getting mugged- granted that the person survives the assault (if they are assaulted) they can report the incident to the police, take self-defense classes or never leave the confines of their homes.
Significant others cheat- Hmmm.... there's breaking up, divorce, couple's counseling, trial separation, reconciliation (with certain conditions involved).
alternative solutions:
for men who cheat- Castration
for women who cheat- uhhhh....chastity belt?
Dying people- well, there is no solution for that. We're not immortal you know. We just have to make the most of the time we have with the important people in our lives.
But here are some useful tips:
If you smoke (or know somebody who does) - Quit
Same goes for doing drugs, drinking, excessive unprotected fornication (yes, you can die from that- it's called AIDS)- and what have you.
War- "Can't we all just get along?"
Global Warming- I suggest you watch Al Gore's documentary "An Inconvenient Truth" and learn about what you can do to save Mother Earth.
Crazy guy- Send him to the looney bin OR consider the possibility that he/she may be right.
"A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way."
Mark Twain
The point is, we have to suffer or undergo a lot of rather difficult moments in order for us to learn.
Imagine a tree in the middle of a hill with a raging storm going on. No matter how the wind may threaten to uproot the tree, if the tree was planted well, it won't bend to the will of the tempest, for its roots are planted firmly on the ground. Its branches may sway or break off, its leaves may be torn off, but when the storm ends, the tree will always remain there...
Why? Why, indeed.
It's called faith, it's called hope, it's called, strength and if you have planted a great deal of all that in you plus a kick-ass attitude- you will become the resilient tree standing tall on the hill unafraid of life's many storms.
Great, I sound like a fortune cookie. 
Truth be told, I am the most pessimistic person (perhaps not in the whole wide world), but it has been established that I am morbidly pessimistic. You see, there were certain moments in my life that molded me to become a misanthropic individual, that is incapable of shock on account of all the (excuse my french) merde life has thrown my way.
I can be like Squidward Tentacles (from Spongebob Squarepants). Unlike Spongebob who is bubbly and happy, I can be pretty unenthusiastic and grumpy like Squidward (sometimes). I have this odd belief that if good things happen to me, bad things are bound to follow.
It was an exhausting existence, always expecting the black cloud to show up at the start of my day, always whining about something- I basically sucked the joy out of every moment AND one day I realized my misfortunes were my fault.
Yes, you read that right, they were my fault, WHY?
Here's another fortune cookie type statement:
One should never leave the door open for problems to enter. You can overpower any problem as long as you do not allow any problem to overpower you. (HAHA take that! Confucius)
We are in charge of our lives are we not? Ergo, we have every right to take the reins of our life and enjoy the ride, bypassing any roadblocks along the way.
To change your life, to change the way you react to adversity- change your attitude.
It's that simple really - in the words of Lumiere (from Beauty and The Beast) You don't believe me? Ask the dishes.
Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same. ~Francesca Reigler
So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone"
The point here people is, life may be unfair and Sh*t does happen, but you have the choice to live life and be positive about it and to flush the (crap) out of your life or step on it (haha) it's really your choice.
If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. ~Mary Engelbreit
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Living Vicariously: Deadly Mix
Previously On Living Vicariously
Narrated by: Esereth Rageni Emari
We had a three-tale installment yesterday (lucky you huh?) and well, it's a little tedious for me to do these bloody recaps, but I do them anyway.
So what happened yesterday? We found out that the DD have a new hobby, and it doesn't have anything to do with spending cash or acquiring lovely outfits (I know, what a shocker). Blogging has become an addiction for the DD and I must say, their blogs are a true testament of their rather hmm... colorful personalities- I bet you're wondering: who are the DD anyway? I'm sure you'd like to know- As if I would tell you...
The DD were also embroiled in a little debate, which drew a few of the VN gang over once they found out that the DD were talking about SEX (naughty, naughty people).
We were also given our first and last glimpse of the greatest threat to the English language, the title of first runner up goes to that girl who won some beauty pageant (the one who said)
"Oh, I’m so sorry. My pamily, my family, Oh my God! Ok, I’m so sorry, I, I told you that I’m so confident, eto, ahm, wait, aha ha ha ha ha ha. Uh ha ha I, I did not expect that I came from, I came from one of the TAFF 10"
Poor girl, she didn't deserve to get all the heat from that hmm... fiasco. But uh ha ha ha... this guy does deserve to be mocked.
Without further ado, people let's give Mr. Iago de Vil a round of applause. For he offered a great deal of entertainment for the VN gang with his catastrophic threat letter to the Vanity Nexus boss. The tale was so amusing, I figured, it wasn't as total "waist" of my time.
Somebody get that guy a tutor.
Deadly Mix
Hello Fabulous Readers,
Seen and Heard: MK howling like a wolf. Why was he doing that? My lips (or should I say fingers? since I'm typing this) are sealed. All I am willing to reveal is that it totally amused Savvy, she half expected MK to morph into THE MASK.
AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGA WOOOO
WOOOO WOOOO
Savvy's expresion upon witnessing this:
(O__O) Wah?
Question: Did somebody slip in some hallucinogens into his coffee? Where can I get that? hahahaha
Spotted:
SR and MK leaving Vanity Nexus (cue hallelujah chorus). Finally, the DD had an adventure yesterday where? A Mall of course. They were seen entering B Coffeehouse. Mad was meeting up his friends Keisha Long (KL) and Tristan Kyler (TK), with Savvy in tow. Keisha Long is actually the friend whose name I keep forgetting (there, I know now).
Introductions:
KL is the daughter of Kendra Long. Owner of a posh salon in L.A. KT has very, very long hair (It's always tied up in a chic bun or chignon), but I'm told her hair is reminiscent of Rapunzel's long locks- I wonder if guys ask her to let down her hair, so they can climb up her window? Hmmm... KL is studying Nursing here and hopes to find a job soon. (She's graduating on Saurday, Kudos).
TK is a wealthy world traveler / Businessman/ Photographer who just arrived from Africa- was it for business or pleasure?
At 23, Tristan has acquired his own lavish bachelor pad complete with the amenities that soo many young men can only dream about (good on ya mate). MK says it's so "barrio" since his home is isolated from the real world and you can get your Zen on over there.
So there they were in B Coffeehouse. MK was hell bent on catching up with his friends, and Sav listened to their animated banter. It seems TK is engaged to be married, though according to KL, Tristan is still a little ify (pronounced: IFEE. meaning: not sure) about the whole matter.
Hey MK, let him read your blog about marriage. That should inspire the chap. Minutes later, James Ray Desmond and Alessandra Nadeska strolled into the Coffeehouse, JD left after dropping AN with the DD since he was meeting up with his older siblings. After a few more minutes of chatting, TK bid the group a sleepy farewell, he was a little tuckered out and needed to catch some Z's.
After he left, the fun began. MK started talking about his previous job and about his rather gorgeous boss from Argentina- let's call him Alonso Pablo Maria Martin (loong name huh?).
It seems Alonso was the object of everyone's burning desire back then. According to MK, Alonso had gorgeous eyes. Whatever Alonso told him to do, the word NO vanished from his vocabulary.
FLASHBACK
Alonso: Maddox, I need you to read this (hands him a stack of papers) make a report about what you have read and pass it at the end of the day.
Maddox (staring into his dreamy teal eyes, not hearing a single word): SURE!!!!
Alonso leaves and MK is clutching a stack of papers, looks down feeling a little puzzled and turns to the person next to him,
Maddox: He wants me to do what????
Here's another juicy tidbit about Alonso. MK mentioned a certain body part and boisterous laughter came in its wake. MK also told the story about his girl friend who was lucky enough to hook up with the Argentinian stallion. She, ahem...had to play tonsil hockey with the dude. Apparently in his foreign land, their kissing style involved more tongue and less lip work (did I gross anyone out? don't worry people I'll try my best to keep things PG).
In the middle of the Alonso discussion, Savvy noticed that MK was staring at the two men who were sitting behind Alessandra Nadeska. MK wordlessly watched them, sizing them up, taking note of their mannerisms, their clothes, like a ravenous Lion hot on the trail of a very tasty Gazelle.
From his visual research, he was able to deduce that the guy that caught his interest probably works at a bank (something about his hands) and since he was wearing a ring, Banker dude was obviously married. That didn't stop MK from getting his flirt on though.
Sadly, Savvy went with Keisha to the ladies room and was not able to witness the moment that MK conquered his prey. When they returned, a triumphant MK declared that as Banker dude was leaving he stole a glance him... Ooooh.
When Savvy gave him a questioning look, he said: What? even married men can be gay too, which got a smirk out of Sav.
Enter: Carter "Buddy" Long, younger brother of Keisha Long.
Carter showed up much to the sheer delight of MK. Carter was in dire need of an outfit for their graduation ball, and at the prospect of a shopping spree, the DD were only too happy to help him. Off they went, Savvy, Mad, Keisha and Carter (Alessandra had to leave early). As they entered one shop, MK grabbed shirts and pants then ceremoniously dumped them in Carter's arms and shooed him off to the dressing room. MK was playing Pygmalion, molding the fashion greenhorn Carter into his perfect and dashing (male) Galatea, who came out of the dressing room with a puzzled look on his face. He looked awesome garbed in a gray long sleeved shirt and black slacks. Queer Eye dudes err... dudettes watch out!
Carter: Well?
Mad smiles then looks to Savvy for her stamp of approval. Savvy gives the outfit a two thumbs up (the perfect indication that it rocked).
Sadly, the outfit came with a hefty price tag and the Long siblings weren't sure that their step Mom would foot for the bill.
Next shop. Mad replayed the routine of grabbing outfits while Sav had to restrain herself from running to the nearest ATM machine. The impulsive shopping beast came alive at the sight of the 50% off sign and all the gorgeous clothes.
The beast clawed at her insides, if you listened close enough, you could hear her brain taking inventory of every outfit that caught her eye. She was broke! Drat!!!! Keisha silently laughed sensing Savvy's suffering. As they left the shop, Sav threw Mad her beseeching puppy dog stare.
MK: We'll come back on Monday Sav
SR: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Nam regnat nunc omnipotens Deus.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Ipsius terra est, terra est et Christi eius, et Christi
eius, qui regnat nunc et omne per aevum.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Regum rex, deorum Deus! qui regnat nunc et omne per aevum.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
In the end, the group ended up in the department store. The last outfit Carter put on was a light blue Polo shirt topped off with a black necktie. It looked nice. Sadly, Sav's ride arrived and she had to leave...
But before she did, she had to take her "lunch bag" (a plastic bag that contained the Tupperware for her lunch) from Mad, which he describes as "So Chucky Sav. You can't be seen in public bringing that".
Savvy: I'm starting a trend Mad (wink,wink)
hmmm.... I heard Mad had another cutie encounter after Sav left, much to Keisha's vexation.
To quote Po from Kung Fu Panda
Po: There is no charge for awesomeness... or attractiveness.
Mad, what is your secret? Is that alluring effect coming from all the fish you have been eating?
makes you wonder huh?
TTFN
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Sex And... The Girl
Carrie: "Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has breakfast at Tiffany's and no one has affairs to remember."
I'm no Carrie Bradshaw, let's just clear that up...
As requested by a very good pal of mine, I am going to write about, uhemm.... SEX.
Back to Carrie Bradshaw- my friends told me that in some ways, I am just like her...
Carrie Bradshaw Checklist:
- Writer (check)
- Gal Pal Gang (check)
- Afraid of commitment, but longs for love (check)
- Had a Mr. Big (check) - had, as in past tense. I don't intend to marry that Goob.
- Fashionista (uh... not that much)
Okay, let us not complete the Carrie B. inventory...
Moving on...
I'm a writer (not a professional mind you), but yeah a writer all in the same. I rant about my life- certain experiences (especially about men BUT that was in the past dear readers and I didn't have a blog back then) and if my blogs don't prove I'm a uhem... (humility aside) kickass writer then, hmm... nope, I've got no smart aleck comment for that.
To continue, just like Carrie, I had this vague relationship (I don't even think it can be construed as a relationship) with a guy named "John" he was my "Big" (just a heads up, Big's real name is John James Preston) so yeah, I had a "Big" of my own too.
Back in high school- Sex And the City was pretty big, I had (I still have) very good friends who in their own small way are just like Carrie's girl posse: Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha.
We had our own odd, thrilling, and heartbreaking encounters with the opposite sex (minus the SEX). I wrote and mused about our adventures in true Carrie fashion... in my journals (not a posh laptop- I'm working on getting one).
So here's the deal ladies and gents, I was tasked to blog about this seemingly interesting, delicious? and often times scandalizing topic. This blog is coming from the lips of a babe (as in baby) since I do not have any real experience with uh... SEX.
I'm not much of a prude nor am I a wanton- I have been raised a Catholic and aside from my parents instilling the fear of God in me, earthly assistance has been provided by my unscrupulous relatives with their philandering and flagrant acts of debauchery, resulting in the siring of illegitimate heirs followed by shotgun weddings (or no wedding at all).
ALL OF THAT has traumatized me enough to eschew the unknown and euphoric pleasures of the flesh...
WAIT, this is supposed to be about SEX right?
I know, my intro does put a damper on things. Call me old-fashioned, For me, SEX is not exactly on the top of my "to do" (pardon the pun) list, and I'm quite alright with the whole waiting-till-marriage bid. Not because It's a sin and all that to sleep around, I just don't want to complicate my life with IT. It's a psychological thing, I think I have developed a dysfunctional view on SEX due to things I have witnessed growing up.
Here's how it works:
SEX = Babies = Marriage
Married Relative + Sex with another woman = heartbreak, deceit, hurt wife, heartbroken children.
Cousin + Sex (with one girl) + Sex (with another girl) + Sex (getting another girl pregnant) = heartbreak, babies and Marriage.
SEX = pain, deception & heartbreak.
Marriage = Lie
Twisted huh? But yeah, you can't blame me for developing that kind of mind-set. My Mother will probably gut me if she learns that I'm talking about this, but I think I deserve (as well as the general public) to be given an unadulterated glimpse into the world of SEX- perhaps an objective dissection is in order, sans my reservations about the whole thing.
Here goes...
I am fascinated by Sex and this fascination is satisfied through my various research work- For the record, I'm not brazen enough to go for the hands on research. So, I derive my knowledge on the topic in question from several books.
Here's one: The Lost Diary of Don Juan by Douglas Carlton Abrams. A book about the world's greatest lover, narrating his amorous exploits and thrilling adventures beneath the sheets and up the skirts of the women of Sevilla. One quote struck me. (this is not verbatim by the way. I'm paraphrasing)
"Desire is the world's oldest battle, Women valiantly try to protect their chastity, while men do everything in their power to steal it"
Here's another one (not from the book)
Men get laid, but women get screwed.
Quentin Crisp
Observation:
We (or at least half of the population) bewail the injustices, tragedies (or whatever unpleasant experiences you can think of) that is generated by engaging in Sexual acts. I am clearly one of them.
You see, the Catholic Church believes that one's virginity (Chastity and what not) is sacred and should be kept under lock and key.
Since time began (or at least from most of the books I've read) lets say from the 16th to the 19th century- that particular time frame was marked by a myriad of glorious progress in world of fashion, art, architecture, and, ah literature...
Let's give literature the center stage here. In that time frame, several tales spread about famous libertines and courtesans, flaunting their prowess in the passionate and intoxicating art of "Love making" (SEX).
And they are:
1. Don Juan (Spanish) and Don Giovanni (Italian)
is a legendary, fictional libertine whose story has been told many times by many writers. Don Juan is used synonymously for "womaniser", especially in Spanish slang.
2. Giacomo Girolamo Casanova de Seingalt
So famous a womanizer was he that his name remains synonymous with the art of seduction and he is sometimes called "the world's greatest lover".
* source(s):
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Juan
2. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giacomo_Casanova
That covers the "libertines" (a fancy word for "man-whore")- I'll elucidate as we move along.
As for the courtesans (a fancy word for uhem... prostitute or mistress) we have:
1. Madame de Pompadour (1721–1764) - the famous mistress and long time favorite of King Louis XV
(I can see the question mark on the top of your head. Yes she's not as famous as Don Juan or Casanova).
I had the tremendous foresight to know that it would be a challenge to present female examples, since men are awarded more glory for their amorous exploits, while women are expected to keep their affairs a secret in fear of being ostracized and bearing the scars public persecution (the double-standard still applies today actually).
So here's a more famous courtesan in the form of Nicole Kidman (No, she's not a courtesan!) but she played one, her character: "Satine" in the movie Moulin Rouge back in 2001.
* source(s):
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtesans#17th_century_and_before
2. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0203009/
So there, the reputations of these individuals (fictional or otherwise) have threatened the very foundations of one of the golden rules set by the Catholic faith i.e- living a chaste life (Pure, innocent, untouched etc.) not veering off the boundaries of propriety and decorum.
In theory, the aforementioned individuals have successfully obliterated that golden rule and left the door open to present day indiscretions (not proven though, but it's a good theory). Which begs the question: Is sex the root of all evil?
Common Facts:
1. It causes men and women to stray from the path of good (according to the Catholic Church).
2. It causes men and women to be unfaithful.
3. If done out of wedlock, it is an immoral act devoid of meaning.
4. It causes men (this may apply to women too) to voilate the rights of others by committing rape or sexual harrassment.
(feel free to add more)
Question: Is sex really to blame here?
The answer, No. The fault, my dear readers does not lie in the act of procreation (a.k.a SEX) the fault lies in the people who take part in it.
How's that for objective?
Here are some quotes:
There is nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex. People should be very free with sex, they should draw the line at goats. ~ Elton John
“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.”
Billy CrystalI think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. ~ Jay McInerney
“Sex is more than an act of pleasure, its' the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you're a part of them." ~ Unknown
“Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go” ~ Unknown
What is there to conlcude really? Sex is subjective.
Samantha: "I'm a trisexual. I'll try anything once." - "Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl"
In this new age, SEX is not seen as taboo that much. People are free to express themselves and yes, people do have sex in public (mile-high club anyone?).
To close this rather lengthy discussion, allow me to quote Carrie Bradshaw on my take on sex.
Carrie: "It's not my favorite thing on the menu offered by life, but I'll order it when I do get the time."
-uhem... and when I'm done with therapy hahaha
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
L-O-V-E
Ah... Love, four letters, one word, a thousand meanings.
Love is the topic that has plagued me since my youth (mind you, I am still young. "In my youth" just has a nice ring to it) i.e. when I was about 10 years old.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
George Bernard Shaw
Let me tell you the story..
The first time I ever entertained the idea of "Love"
was when I was 10 years old and I convinced myself that I was "in love" with this boy who saved me from bullies. It was juvenile of me to believe that he was the "love
of my life", but since I was a very, very, VERY quixotic girl, enchanted by the idea of
fairytale romances- the fact that I was the "damsel in distress" (D.I.D) at that time and that I was saved by this would-be "Prince Charming" definitely made me allow myself to accept that "this was it" he's my one true love. (Ick! just typing that made me cringe.).
Now in fairytale stories, the girl who gets saved usually ends up with the guy who did the saving (Proper terms: Damsel in Distress weds Prince Charming). However, this is the real world ladies and gents (do I really have to say it?) I DID NOT end up with him.
Here's the sordid tale in a nutshell. Prince Charming who was 12 at the time, was not rendered speechless or mesmerized by my "beauty" again, I was 10 and hella dark to boot (on account of genetics and trips to the beach- he wasn't much of a looker either hmph!). Alas! I was a very homely looking kid (late bloomer, according to my Mother) and we all know Prince Charming deserves blindingly beautiful women (Princesses or DID's). Therefore, I was on the bottom of his "to notice and adore" list.
It was very disheartening indeed, but I was still "in love" with him. I even did something rather dumb akin to stalking, to get him to notice me, I perjured my identity in order to exchange ephemeral moments of texting with him (as somebody else: family members who are aware of this story, feel free to laugh at my folly). I did all that and yet, nothing happened. Let me remind you that I was 10 years old again so that this next statement won't make you roll your eyes in disgust: He... uhem... broke my heart.
Fast-forward 6 years later (I convinced myself that I was "over him" over with the childish puppy love I developed), by some rather perverse quirk of fate we saw each other again. I expected him to ignore me or run away, since for him, I was like one of the 10 plagues sent by God to punish mankind- again, I expected him to steer clear of me (which was the norm whenever our paths crossed before), he didn't do that though, what did surprised me.
He looked at me, as in REALLY looked at me as if seeing me for the first time (At 16 years old, I think I looked pretty normal and not so dark anymore- sorry, I'm not vain and I really don't adore my visage. So I can't say that I'm a total knockout in the looks department- though I'm welcome to any helpful comments from the audience).
As the night progressed it seemed my status rose from "invisible and not worthy of adoration" climbed up to "second best on the list".
Don't do a double take on that statement, you read that right. By "Second-best" I mean, he finally noticed me, but he was otherwise engaged in a relationship with someone else. OUCH! I crashed and burned that day.
Needless to say, I gave up on him, I realized that waiting for him to get his act together would send me into a snore for 100 years. Also, I realized that waiting for him was like staring at a star in the heavens, willing it to fall and finally make my wish come true (Ick! sounds really pathetic, but I had to say it).
That wasn't love! It was: With the help of merriam-webster I was able to discover what it was that ailed me all those years...
INFATUATION:
2 : to inspire with a foolish or extravagant love or admiration
I don't know who said this: "You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find Prince Charming..."Well, I was not looking for Prince Charming, but I did meet a lot of frogs anyway, and I only kissed one of them (to my everlasting shame). At that time I was 17, and well, somehow I became horribly disenchanted by the idea of love (thanks to the frogs) compounded by the fact that I was related to shameless fornicators and cheaters who connoisseurs in the art of breaking hearts. Watching them in their natural environment akin to Brady Barr marveling at Crocs, I came to the conclusion that some men (specifically the men in my family: dad and brother excluded) were insecure individuals who fed off women to boost their horribly depleting egos. They don't concern themselves with the feelings of their significant others (wives or girlfriends) or the repercussions of their acts. One uncle once said in earnest, that he was, and I quote: "Just having some fun."
I was appalled, and it breaks my heart to see their significant others live their lives oblivious to their husband / boyfriend's treachery. Some of them even turn a blind eye, unconsciously condoning the behavior, which galls me. Being the silent witness to all that made me fear the idea of falling in love with somebody who would treat me the same way and turn me into a miserable shrew of a girlfriend / wife.
God / Fate has a way of changing things, just when you thought you had it all figured out. Just when I decided to give up, just when I decided to built this impenetrable wall of ice to safeguard me from bachelors dandies, drinkers of brandies as well as Eager young lads, rogues and cads... (quoted from the Sound of Music). I met...
Prince Charming? NO
A Knight in Shinning Armor? NO
Some suave Casanova? NO
In the real world setting, I met a regular guy... who in a not so regular way, adores me.
So what happens after Happily Ever After? As Carrie Bradshaw (in Sex in the City put it) we all want to know that happens when we have found love.
To explain that, I'm going to channel a few experts (I'm not sure if they are experts, but they have given their two cents on the subject of love)
According to:
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
"There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not."
"True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen."
Tom Robbins
"We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love."
Javan
"Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion."
Reflect on those quotes while go back to the talk of Prince Charming.
Somehow every girl is silently searching for Prince Charming (come on, you have to admit it that we all do). Now, we can't blame Disney for fueling our fairytale dreams or our Mothers who read the stories to us about dashing and charming young men. It's just a right of passage I suppose, being totally infatuated with this "Perfect" male specimen cut out from the pages of a story book.
Every girl silently dreams of the day that they would possess this paragon- but in the contract God gave us the moment we popped out of our Mothers (yes, there is a contract) we sign it the moment we take in our first breath and cry... Anyway, the mistake people make in signing a contract is that they always forget to read the fine print. Here's the part that all of us seem to neglect to bear in mind.
Love Section of Contract
> The bearer of this contract is entitled to find love. Love, is one of the benefits offered by the company (Heaven).
Sounds pretty clear cut right? We're born (skip a few stages of growth) we go into relationships a.k.a love. BUT what we forget to read is:
1. This contract does not cover insurance policies for bearers who incur the following during their search for love.
- broken hearts
- accidental offsprings (Must secure a marriage License)
- physical and emotional scars
- financial problems
and so on
The bearer of this contract is entitled to the following:
- as many "loves" as he/she can find
- make lots of love as long as it is not in any violation of company policies. (Out of wedlock "Love Making" is frowned upon)
- Keep as many products created from that love i.e. children (See offspring section of Contact).
- Live his/her life in total bliss with the one they love. (See Couple's Counseling for assistance if this statement does not apply)
- Keep the one they love (only for a predetermined period of time)
* If bearer has any complaints about benefits offered, report to your nearest church and state your case to the President: God. For less grave complaints, refer your case to your Parish Priests for added assistance.
Furthermore, the company (Heaven) reserves the right to repossess said benefit/s at any time. i.e. when Life Balance of your "love" has expired.
I am not mocking God or the Catholic faith okay?
The point here, people is... When we do find love, there is no iron-clad assurance that we get to keep it.
People break up, let us operationally define this:
You Break Up with someone when the following situations apply:
1. You changed and "grew apart"
2. Partner was unfaithful (unless you try to work it out, of course)
3. Realization strikes that the two of you just won't work i.e. an amicable or mutual decision to split.
4. Partner is a bum, jerk, (this five letter word rhymes with WITCH), (this word refers to a donkey), psychopath, despot, and etc. i.e. not good for your psychological well being.
Take Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, they were in love and happy for a while, then it ended (rumors say it was Angelina's fault) and if it was... then that just affirms the fact that love great loves do have to end whether it died of natural causes or because of predators.
Another thing, some loves, even great ones are taken away...
When my Grandfather died, I can't really describe what happened to my Grandmother (I don't know if what they had was considered a great love) but somehow she was never the same. It is a poignant thing to watch someone go on without the one they love by their side.
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
So here's the awful truth. Love is Complicated, a great deal of people long to find it, and when when they do find it, they expect that it will always be peaches and cream. Not really, truth be told, it doesn't make us feel happy all the time, it can hurt and be frustrating as hell. Some people don't want to find love to eschew the pain. BUT to avoid love would deprive you of the privilege of feeling true happiness. To be worthy of possessing it, you have to be brave enough to withstand the pain, because if you receive it freely sans any adversity, then anybody can just possess it and take it for granted.
Just a little food for thought people.
I know this is a loooooooooooong rant, but hey, someone out there may read this and have an epiphany.
As for me, I've discovered the secret to lasting love... According to James A. Baldwin: "Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is about growing up."
Whoever said that the love story ends at "Happily Ever After" did not experience love at all.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Leo Buscaglia
After all, for love to last, it has to be made into a new love story everyday...
The Beatles
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Living Vicariously: Savannah's Day At The Beauty Parlor and The Return of The Ghosts of MK's Relationship Past
Narrated by: Esereth Rageni Emari
Our dear Savvy went on another shopping spree (may her wallet rest in peace). MK lounged around in the office, perfecting his webpage and was warmly welcomed to the world of Multiply
... That's it...
What do you expect a three chapter recap?
Move along... There's nothing to see here, on to our tale.
Oh! today, we'e having another two tale installment, it seems I have a lot of time on my hands. In the words of Spider Man (or was it his uncle?)
"With great power, comes great responsibilities..."
My power: Narrating tales that both shock and awe readers. Or at least amuse them.
Responsibilty: Saving people from boredom and adding color to their dull and dreary existence with my saucy tales (admit it, my stories make you crave to know more....)
BUT
If you don't like my stories, then go make your own
.SR's Day At The Beauty Parlor and The Return of The Ghosts of MK's Relationship Past
Hello Fabulous Readers,
Here's a fun way to introduce our tale today, this is borrowed from Missy Elliott's "Work It":
If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did...
That is exactly what our dear Savvy did after a looooooooong day at work- but I'm getting ahead of myself here.
Work (Yesterday, 2:00 pm)
Savvy was figetting on her seat, wondering how in the world was she going to contact the parents. You see, in her haste to leave the house (time: 5:15 am - time of work 5:30 am) she neglected to check if she had brought her cell with her (she did not). She only realized that she forgot about it, when she arrived the VN office (she was 3 minutes late o boot. Drat!).
There she was thinking about the right course of action...
Options:
1. Go to the usual parking spot at the back of the building and wait for the parents to arrive (Sav's still waiting on her driver's license. Ergo, she can't drive yet and will have to depend on Daddy dearest for transportation).
2. Go to A Mall and pray to God that her parents show up.
3. Use company phone to call the house.
4. Borrow MK's phone to text Leeno and instruct him to text the parents (Savvy had his number memorized, while she didn't know her parents numbers SHAME)
Sav had decided to employ option 4, that is until MK's phone rang and lo and behold guess who was calling him hmmm?
BP! The long absent Bernard Plak (by my count, it has been 10 days, I think) the man who ceremoniously ignored our MK for (let's assume I'm correct) 10 days! amazing the cojones (English: balls) on this dude to call for help.
Note to MK from Sav: Forgive me Madz, I just had to say that (this is righteous indignation coming from me...
So there, Sav could only gape at Mad as he spoke to BP, Oh, and at that very moment her Mum showed up, like any regular Mother fetching her kid from Kindergarten- Except, Sav is an adult and she just recently graduated from College AND for almost a month now, she has been working at VN. In her mother's hand was her precious cellphone...
Ah... this just confirmed her suspicions since childhood, Mother's are psychic! How in the world did she know where Sav hid her phone (behind her books) and how did she somehow hear Sav's thoughts that she needed her cellphone to be brought when they fetched her? Which begs the question, are Mothers edowed with this "know it all power" of some sort? Get back to me on that one GOD...
Off Savy went with her Mother and she introduced her to some of the VN gang at the elevator as they were going down. Apparently, the gang thinks Sav's mother is one hot mama, or something like that. Sav looks nothing like her mother though, she takes after her father.
Back to Missy Elliott: If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did...
As I said, that is what Savvy did. She got her nails done: mani and pedi- she didn't get her "Hair did" though- perhaps on Sunday. After that, Sav felt like a million bucks! it has been a while since she got a mani-pedi, so much so, that her nails were always caked with dirt (thanks to her dogs). Yes, it's a gross and unflattering thing to reveal, but she has redeemed herself with glossy french-tipped nails.
9:00 pm
Sav receives a text message from MK. MK gives her a play by play of the afternoon with the whole BP resurrection...
(we can't say that it was a miraculous reappearance since if any one of you know that it only took 3 days for the son of God to rise from the grave- BP took ten days (not that he was dead or anything), I'm just making a point that, this, my dear readers is not a miracle, but the work of someone will an ulterior motive (The Devil perhaps?)
Note to MK from Savvy again: I know you think he means no harm and that he really needs help, but really, I'm smelling something foul here- no "hi - hello" for 10 days then suddenly he pops back into your life without preamble and begs you to help on his proposal thingy, which by the way, is his job! (not yours). I applaud your charity work for him though... I just hope he's not taking advantage of you.
MK narrates his experience and Sav starts worrying that her friend is being sorely taken advantage of by the scheming BP. BUT, Sav thinks she shouldn't be too quick to judge, BP MIGHT be a decent human being who truly needs assistance. Then again, he could rip MK to shreds again by disappearing after MK is done helping him...
Only time will tell... Is he a Devil or Angel? tick tock we're awaiting judgment day BP...
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The Lunch Meeting
Hello Fabulous Readers,
This is tale 2:
Today, the VN gang:
Miranda Kay (Mir K)
Krystal Aquamarine Tee (KT)
James Ray Desmond (JD)
Elle Fionna Mish (EM)
Alessandra Nadeska (AN)
The DD MK and SR.
went out to lunch (9:30 am) I know, It's considered breakfast, but yeah, that's their lunchbreak. During the course of their meal, what transpired between the seven of them, turned out to be a lunch meeting or a group couseling session- headed by the high priest (or priestess of the Church of Freud or Erikson) Maddox Keynes, second in command: Savannah Red. Now, I won't give out the pertinent details of what they actually dicsussed during lunch (I have an iron-clad policy about keeping very revealing personal details about my characters a secret).
So here's their discussion in a nutshell.
JD shared something about his family and gave his two cents about living together with your significant other before being shackled into a marriage.
EM talked about her boyfriend and shared her opinion about living together as well.
AN and Mir K shared their opinions about the topics thrown in by the others.
MK processed it and preached to the group. Psychological terms were thrown into the mix- I think only SR and MK knew what they meant.
KT shared something about romantic relationships, personal fears and added a dash of angst about certain family members for good measure.
SR added bits about romantic relationships, family issues and fears as well (it seems she and KT have a lot of things in common in the family and love department).
Again, MK processed and preached (you rock MK). He also interviewed certain members in the group about their experiences.
All in all, it was a very revealing lunch break...
I wonder what we'll learn about them during their next gathering?
One can only speculate... In the words of Umberto Eco:
"But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth."
Hmm... Are we going to find the truth behind their stories?
I hope you will wait in bated breath for our next tale, who knows what we might find out...
TTFN
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Living Vicariously: A Suffering Wallet and Maddox's Overtime Work
Previously On Living Vicariously
Narrated by: Esereth Rageni Emari
We were introduced to Leeno Gray's family and Leeno also celebrated his birthday at BGB Restaurant at A Mall. Comically enough, although it was Leeno's celebration, it was the girlfriend (Savvy) who enthusiastically overindulged in the merry making.
A Suffering Wallet and Mad's Overtime Work
Hello Fabulous Readers,
If the title gives you any hint at all about what happened yesterday, you would know that it had something to do with spending money... If that was your guess, then DING DING DING (game show voice) You got it right...
Savvy, left to wonder alone in A Mall since MK was indisposed (I'll explain later), gave in to the temptation of buying herself a new outfit (or two, three, maybe four, five?)
We all know what happens when Sav starts spending the Ninoy Aquino bills and the bill with three people on them (I'm sorry, was that covered in grade school or something? The people printed on our currency? OH WELL).
So there, SR was walking around the mall, dashing into a shop or two, going in and out of fitting rooms clutching armloads of clothes- who knew some clothes looked better on the damn hanger than on her???? Grrr.... It seems the clothes were totally awful and some would probably cause her to starve for a month if she dared to purchase them (she didn't, she wanted to, but she didn't. Drat!)
A little vexed by the whole thing and at the same time curbing the impulse to throw caution into the wind and give all her Ninoy Aquino's away in exchange for the posh goodies, SR grudgingly left the shop. She paused outside, feeling something stir, which turned out to be the vibration of her cell- it was her mom.
Minutes later, her Mother joined her on the quest of finding awesome outfits. TO make the loooooooooong story short, at the end of the day Sav got her outfits and said bye bye to a couple of Ninoy Aquinos- tragic, I know.
Here's some unsolicited advice for you SR, quit spending your money! If it weren't for the squeaky clean rep, I swear you'd be in rehab along with Brit Spears and La Lohan- well, you're a unique case I suppose, you'd be sent to a center that treats your impulsive buying habits and other odd addictions like: Coke (not cocaine though, just the soda).
As for our MK, he decided to stay in the office to work on his Multiply page- finally! Welcome to Multiply Mad. Do a spin off on your adventures why don't you?
Yes, our dear MK was working hard on his Multiply page, blissfully unaware that gal pal SR had squandered her money again...
What is that saying again? Birds of the same feather, flock together. Having said that, it was probably better off that the DD weren't together in A Mall. Since both of them have a reputation of spending all their money away when in the midst of a very tempting item in the mall. Impulsive Shoppers shouldn't shop together, because if they do, they will eventually starve together. And well, the DD love food, if they have no money to spend on food, I can't say that they can microwave expensive shoes or clothes to fill their bellies. (hmmmm...)
Till our next adventure fab readers.
ERE
TTFN
Monday, June 16, 2008
Living Vicariously: Sugar Rush
Narrated by: Esereth Rageni Emari
The Vanity Nexus gang had their monthly meeting and SR arrived early- (way too early).
After the meeting, the VN gang lead by Miranda Kay, headed off to A Mall for a quick walk-around (the girls gawked at shoes, clothes, AND boys- at least, some of the girls and the boys? they tagged along quite reluctantly in the girls' wake).
What else? what could I possibly be missing here?
Ah...
MK's little romantic interlude with Jon Nakamurasen (was it really quote, unquote "Romantic"? the proof of the so called romance, are in the pictures)
Any violent reactions? I didn't think so...
Savvy's Dinner With The Gray Family (Leeno's Birthday Dinner)
Hello Fabulous Readers,
Today's tale doesn't involve our ever stupendous guru of fashion and uhem... naughtiness - Maddox Keynes. You'll just have to settle for Savvy's day with the Gray Family.
Introduction:
Leeno Gray (Full name: Jason Leeno Edrome Gray the 5th) is the youngest son of Sir Geoffrey Oscar Smith Gray and Lady Ilona Jillian Gray.
At the moment, LG is an irregular MDT student at Valor University (he is being waylaid by certain requirements that weren't offered in his undergrad course, but by next year he will start on his first year of med-school). LG has three older siblings: Rico, Crisstina and Brooke (in that order).
Today, is actually Leeno's birthday (21 years old, according to him, he has reached the legal age to marry without the parent's consent - hint, hint SR), anyway, he decided to celebrate yesterday on account of his rather busy schedule.
After work, SR dashed off to the rear parking area of the building where her parents were wating in the car. The moment she entered, her mother informed her that LG had invited their family to dinner- doing away with all the unecessary chatter, in the end SR was the only one who attended the dinner since the Red family had other business to attend to. Her father's parting words? Buy LG a present from the family (charged to SR's wallet).
Here's the thing, SR actually had a pretty good idea about what she was going to get LG for his birthday and well, she couldn't get that and say that it was from "the family" soooo... off she went in search of something he would love (not as much as the one she was going to give him).
Gift choices:
- a shirt
- a Spongebob pillow (which she considered buying for the longest time in the shop, but decided against it)
- underwear (a tip given by MK)
- video games (DS and what not) - these games would probably send SR to hobo town.
In the end SR got him a book- wrapping the bloody thing was a herculean task. LG and his family were already in BGB (restaurant in A MAll) and the gift wasn't presentable. As she walked, she then ripped off the price of the book and the gift bag, took out a few strips of double sided tape and prayed that it would hold.
Five minutes later...
A dishevelled SR entered BGB, the Gray party were already seated and chatting away. SR smiled sheepishly (resisting the urge to run to the restroom & tidy up) she then presented her (the family's) present to LG, and of all the rotten luck! after wrestling with the damn packaging, the blasted double sided tape decided to punish her for mercilessly ripping them up; and the bag opened, revealing the book that she got LG. Curse you vindictive double sided tape!
A great part of their meal was spent chatting about the puppy that the Gray family gave SR as their graduation gift- we'll call the puppy Potato, pots for short (Sorry, my creativity is running on empty today, take it or leave it).
So, Pots is this cute little ball of white and brown fur, quite a pudgy little pup. Pots is the new baby of the house and he loves to terrorize SR's other dog Bee and well, LG fears that Pots might become a total brat like his mother K
- SR's working on it dude, he's just too damn cute that you can't help but spoil the little bugger.
SR wolfed down a healthy serving of Carbonarra with grilled Chicken (yeah, pasta again) and gulped down 2 glasses of Ice Tea
trouble.
As the meal progressed, SR had the oddest feeling that she was becoming quite bombed (Crazy, I know right?) but this is the honest-to-God truth.... SR get's all high when she ingests a great deal of food or any of the following beverages: Ice Tea, Coffee, Coke, and the rare alcoholic drink (Red Wine etc.).
It became quite comical for her to supress the urge to laugh, and thank God! not one giggle escaped, that is, until after dinner when LG decided to walk around the mall with SR.
He said something that made her laugh and slur something in response- a helpess LG was lef to gape at her, an amused smile tugging at his lips and he mouthed the words "Uh-Oh" - Indicating that SR had taken leave of her senses and some giggling twit had taken over (a comical version of being possessed by some wayward spirit or the exorcist on crystal meth). Yes, there are times that SR speaks in tongues, speaking languages that have not been documented in this great green planet - I think she speaks Martian.
All in all, the dinner went well (minus the gift fiasco and SR's Ice Tea overdose). LG was happy, and at the end of the day, SR was speaking like a normal human being again.
There you have it folks, temporary insanity in a nutshell.
a thousand kisses: ERE
TTFN
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Savannah's Secret Redezvous and Maddox's Stolen Kiss
Narrated by: Esereth Rageni Emari
We were in for a treat people, reading a two-tale adventure wherein we caught a glimpse of Savannah's volcanic temper and the reunion of the fabulous DD. The DD took a trip to S Mall to have their annual medical check-up and MK saved our damsel in distress (SR) from swooning at the sight of a needle intended to suck out her blood. We also introduced three new characters:
Elle Fionna Mish (EM), James Ray Desmond (JD), and Lara Carlyle-Desmond (LD).
As each tale unfolds fab readers, we will be introduced to new characters who take part in the colorful escapades and most often than not, scadalous moments of revelry of our spirited dynamic duo...
Savannah's Secret Rendezvous and Maddox's Stolen Kiss
Hello Fabulous Readers,
Yesterday at 1: 00 pm (or at least in Savannah's time piece) SR arrived at their office to the sound of crickets! Yep, you don't have to do a double take on that one, you read it right, crickets. You see, the Vanity Nexus team was supposed to have their monthly meeting and well, since our pendantic SR is pretty adamant about arriving on time, she was quite surprised, no, aghast that some of her colleagues were leisurely taking their time to arrive (simple english: they were late tsk,tsk)- MK included (for shame hahaha you're still fab Mad). Anyhoo , the only individuals who shared the exasperating experience of waiting on the others were:
Alessandra Nadeska (AN)
Jo Dimagio (JD)
Victor Mcnel (VM)
They all chatted away excluding SR, she wasn't in the mood to talk. The topic of choice: Whining about the delayed meeting.
Time Check: 1:15 pm
A couple of minutes later, the late comers arrived en masse, much to SR's utter relief- an emphemeral feeling, since the meeting didn't start until 2:00 pm - that, my dear readers is the wonders of Filipino Time.
I won't prattle on about what happened during the meeting- as if you're here to read about company activities...
After that, the gang collectively decided to prowl the halls of A Mall together (that is, after a long photo shoot session on the grassy area of their building), our DD were quite pleased- I'm sensing a delicious tale coming.
Introductions are necessary here (a thousand pardons to excited readers):
People in attendance for A Mall exploring:
Miranda Kay (Mir K)
Shelly Eiffel (SE)
Rajah Mac (RM)
Krystal Aquamarine Tee (KT)
John Nakamurasen (JN) - intriguing tale about this dude later
Jessie Brodis (JB)
James Ray Desmond (JD)
Elle Fionna Mish (EM)
Cher Lee (CL)
Annie Nielsen (AN)
and of course, The DD MK and SR.
Off they went to A Mall, doing nothing in particular, the girls basically perused shops that housed awesome shoes and clothes (you could hear the macho sigh of exasperation from the men who came along- tough! suck it up gentlemen). SR went to examine some sexy lingerie (a birthday present for Leeno perhaps?) behave readers, SR is not that kind of girl (wink) but seriously, she didn't buy anything (yet)- since Miranda Kay called her like a protective shepherd calling out to her lost little lamb to rejoin the flock.
Off SR went to join the gang to lounge around at the M Cafe where most of the ladies (SR excluded) did a great deal of boy ogling. It seems there was this cutie right beside them, and for sport, the gals took some pics of him and did a great deal of (to borrow Shelly Eiffel's term) "cam-whoring". Some of the gals teased Mir K and Cher Lee for a certain picture that revealed something naughty about them (hmm...).
Minutes later, SR had to leave the gang to meet up with Leeno. Leeno Gray dressed in a black shirt, brown cargo shorts, and flip flops (that's Leeno for you, he's a laid back kinda dude).
The couple ate at SB (pizza/pasta place). SR finally got to eat the Baked Zitti that she craved for eons (she heard the hallelujah chorus the moment she took a forkfull of pasta. The two (SR & LG) were seen laughing and enjoying their meal.
This is tale is actually a prologue to the more astonishing adventure of MK.
While SR was obviously enjoying her pasta with her "man friend" Leeno. The rest of the gang ate dinner (Tara Rex had a bad case of tummy troubles the next day, something about Mir K feeding her odd pancit- that's all I know) Anyway, the gang, for some reason ended up bursting each other's eardrums (joke guys) singing karaoke at a place which we will call G Place (mondo lame, but I don't care. Come up with a better name smart alecks!).
I was musing to myself as to how to appropriately introduce this adventure that they had- and due to the incessant and relentless replay of this song in my bloody head (thanks a lot guys! I won't go away now).
Ladies and gents, grab the nearest microphone or some makeshift microphone (a brush would be good) and sing along...
Such a feelin's comin' over me
There is wonder in most everything I see
Not a cloud in the sky
Got the sun in my eyes
And I won't be surprised if it's a dream
Everything I want the world to be
Is now coming true especially for me
And the reason is clear
It's because you are here
You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
(Oh yes, I am so completing the song)
Something in the wind has learned my name
And it's tellin' me that things are not the same
In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze
There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me
There is only one wish on my mind
When this day is through I hope that I will find
That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me
All I need will be mine if you are here
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world...
(Top of The World : Carpenters)
There, I hope that haunts you for a couple of hours, it is quite
catchy yes?
BUT WAIT!
It seems that amid all the singing something happened! (Cue: thrilling music)
Spotted: MK in the arms of (Gasp!) John Nakamurasen. AND it's captured on film!
uh... digi cam (my apologies, I forgot that we live in a high-tech world now). The
incriminating embrace and kiss has been posted somewhere floating around the
www. (Scavenger hunt, curious readers. Ha! as if you can find it)
What is that saying again? A single picture can convey a thousand messages? or something like that...
Ooh I do love a good intrigue. Do tell MK, how in the world did that happen?
Was it some alcoholic drink that lulled our JN to finally make a move or was it some hidden desire compelling him to seize the moment?
I wonder...
As always, I remain your impertinent and saucy blogger: ERE (Esereth Rageni Emari)
TTFN
