Thursday, June 11, 2009

Navel and Tongue Rings

Plano ko bumili nito at saka nito. K'se dati may navel and tongue piercings ako, eh kaso nagsara na dahil tinanggal ko na kaya clip-ons nalang muna siguro (nyahaha...napapaesep kse ako kung pabubutasan ko ba ulit). Yung tongue ring ko kse dati ay solid titanium medical na de-ikot yung pakaw. Ang tanda ko, lunch time namin no'n tapos may nakagat akong matigas tapos nilunok ko. Tapos maya-maya natanggal sa dila ko yung hikaw at narealize ko na pakaw pala yung nalunok ko. Eh wala akong pambili ng hikaw ulit k'se mahal pa no'n kaya toothpick nalang nilagay ko. Natatanggal at saka masakit edi tinanggal ko nalang. Ayun, di ko na nalagyan ng hikaw. Yung sa belly button ko naman kse ang tagal gumaling. K'se nung college nakaskirt ang girls, natatamaan kaya ang sakit. Tinanggal ko muna yung navel ring ko tapos nawala. Pinalitan ko nalang ng earring, eh ang sakit. Tinanggal ko nalang. Ayun, ang naiwan lang eh peklat. Henako. Kelloidal pa naman ang aking malasutlang skin. Hahaha...

Gusto ko bumili k'se pupunta ako ng beach. Two piece swimsuit ang balak kong suutin. Ang taray diba? Aba, isang buwan na akong nagtotone ng maskels ko sa tiyan at braso no. Dapat na sigurong ibalandara ang seksing katawan. Nyahaha! Excited na si payaso! Weeeee...

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

From Your Bottom To My Face

On Sunday night during the 18th Annual MTV Movie Awards, when Sacha Baron Cohen's alter-ego Bruno descended from the rafters and landed fanny-first on Eminem's head, most folks figured that the rapper's rage was the real deal. Suckers! Not only was Eminem in on the joke, he and Baron Cohen rehearsed it to make sure it would all go according to plan.

You can check out Yahoo! Buzz Log and Chicago Tribune for stories about the fake stunt

Anyways, I can't stop laughing even if I've seen this trailer for the hundredth time.

Undoubtedly K.O.B.

In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light, and what I most regretted were my silences.
Of what had I ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed could have meant pain, or death. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change or end. Death, on the other hand, is the final silence. And that might be coming quickly, now, without regard for whether I had ever spoken what needed to be said, or had only betrayed myself into small silences, while I planned someday to speak, or waited for someone else's words.
And I began to recognize a source of power within myself that comes from the knowledge that while it is most desirable not to be afraid, learning to put fear into perspective gave me great strength.