Mr. Twin: my goodness...go out and have fun..and if you meet a guy along the way great get to know him..it will only take you a few minutes to know since YOU know What YOU are looking for
MiNA: kaya nga, march 2005 nga
MiNA: geez
Mr. Twin: whatever
Mr. Twin: you know your defense mechanism will be up and running again when you meet any guy
MiNA: lol. u sound like kuya greg
MiNA: he used the term "defense mechanism" on me last week too
Mr. Twin: well its obvious with you thats why
You know, for being my twin, he sure isn't nice. LoL. Anyway, for the past two weeks, a few guys have been telling me "the truth." Terms like "defense mechanism" and "baggages" have been used by errrbody to describe my communication patterns towards guys. First of all, I didn't know I was *that* transparent. Could've saved me some explanations every year, you know. LoL.
I got to thinking though, would I still act the same when I'm in Manila? Would my defense mechanism be at work again when I'm finally there? This is a serious matter, folks. Would I call Christian Bautista "Kuya Christian" when I finally see him? LoL. Granted, I didn't call Totop Suzara "Kuya" when I met him in 2002. HeHe.
After thinking it over, let me sing you a few lines, HeHe:
Through the fire
To the limit, to the wall
For a chance to be with you
I’d gladly risk it all
Through the fire
Through whatever, come what may
For a chance at loving you
I’d take it all the way
Right down to the wire
Even through the fire
Kuya Greg told me that when love hits me, it will feel like a ton of bricks. My reply is that those bricks will be from my wall because it will crumble down for the right guy. The emphasis here is "for the right guy." The crumbling wall and the right guy go hand-in-hand, okay? One will not happen without the other. 'Tis I know is true. LoL. So after much reflection today (while vacuuming the dust bunnies under my bed, hahaha), I have realized that I didn't really need to cry last night (stupid Kuya Greg and his Dr. Phil ways) because indeed, I will be fine as long as I know what I want. And I do. Promise. =D
P.S. Let me know though if you guys know of a "right guy" with a bulldozer just to be sure. HaHa!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Facing Faces
I got a relaxation facial today. I loved it! Who knew that having someone play with your face as if it were a bowl of cookie dough was so nice! LoL. It de-stressed me a bit also, which I badly needed. I vow to do this once every three months. This is one kikay thing that I can definitely handle...I don't know about my wallet's threshold though. HeHe.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Sayaw Kikay
I really think God made a mistake when he made me a girl. Hindi talaga kaya ng powers ko to be kikay. LoL.
The area in between my two eyebrows has been breaking out lately. Mind you, I barely got pimples when I was a teenager, so I'm blaming threading for my latest facial blemishes. I decided to find an alternative just for that area in between my brows: Sally Hansen Extra Strength Creme Hair Bleach. Upon reading the instructions, I found out that one shouldn't put the solution near your eyes (duh, it's bleach!). So much for my being clever about a vanity issue.
Anyway, because I'm now a "professional," complete with business cards to hand out to people, I decided that maybe it's time to learn how to look "grown up" during those important business functions. So, today, I went to Gene Juarez to learn how to put make-up on. First of all, I couldn't believe that there are mothers out there who take their little 12-year-olds in these upscale salons for a haircut. It's the same disbelief I have when I see 16-year-olds buying underwear at Victoria's Secret. I just don't get it, folks. Anyway, first question of make-up artist: "So, are you in high school? College?" My reply: "Umm, I'm done with college and working full-time." Make-up artist: "You look so young!" Does society ever say, "You look so old!" to someone? Then why do I have to deal with such comments?! ::brushing a chip off my shoulder::
So for the next hour, she applied make-up on me. She introduced me to the different brushes, eyeshadows, lipsticks, lipliners, mascaras, blushes, stuff that are really foreign to me. I'm sure I had a confused expression on my face the entire time. HeHe. When she was all done, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: women spend this much time in the morning to put this much crap on their face?! Although, I must say, having foundation is quite inviting for obvious reasons. Regardless, I have decided that make-up is really not for me. I'm too plain jane for all that. Instead, I vow to lose weight instead and drink lots of water in order to be beautiful naturally...starting September 1st. LoL. I need to fall in love with proteins first so give me a week to do the unthinkable. ;P
Afterwards, I mistakenly ventured into Wal-Mart. I should've known better than to go in there alone. What was I thinking?! Is it just me or do all of the ghetto people in the world congregate there? Such a scary place, I swear. Anyway, I have been very conscious of my feet lately due to capoeira so I wanted to give them a pedicure. How much money did I spend buying everything that I need? $35! That's just for pedicure stuff! What more if I had decided to buy make-up?!
So kids, the big lesson of the day is...I'm an amazona, hear me roar? LoL.
The area in between my two eyebrows has been breaking out lately. Mind you, I barely got pimples when I was a teenager, so I'm blaming threading for my latest facial blemishes. I decided to find an alternative just for that area in between my brows: Sally Hansen Extra Strength Creme Hair Bleach. Upon reading the instructions, I found out that one shouldn't put the solution near your eyes (duh, it's bleach!). So much for my being clever about a vanity issue.
Anyway, because I'm now a "professional," complete with business cards to hand out to people, I decided that maybe it's time to learn how to look "grown up" during those important business functions. So, today, I went to Gene Juarez to learn how to put make-up on. First of all, I couldn't believe that there are mothers out there who take their little 12-year-olds in these upscale salons for a haircut. It's the same disbelief I have when I see 16-year-olds buying underwear at Victoria's Secret. I just don't get it, folks. Anyway, first question of make-up artist: "So, are you in high school? College?" My reply: "Umm, I'm done with college and working full-time." Make-up artist: "You look so young!" Does society ever say, "You look so old!" to someone? Then why do I have to deal with such comments?! ::brushing a chip off my shoulder::
So for the next hour, she applied make-up on me. She introduced me to the different brushes, eyeshadows, lipsticks, lipliners, mascaras, blushes, stuff that are really foreign to me. I'm sure I had a confused expression on my face the entire time. HeHe. When she was all done, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: women spend this much time in the morning to put this much crap on their face?! Although, I must say, having foundation is quite inviting for obvious reasons. Regardless, I have decided that make-up is really not for me. I'm too plain jane for all that. Instead, I vow to lose weight instead and drink lots of water in order to be beautiful naturally...starting September 1st. LoL. I need to fall in love with proteins first so give me a week to do the unthinkable. ;P
Afterwards, I mistakenly ventured into Wal-Mart. I should've known better than to go in there alone. What was I thinking?! Is it just me or do all of the ghetto people in the world congregate there? Such a scary place, I swear. Anyway, I have been very conscious of my feet lately due to capoeira so I wanted to give them a pedicure. How much money did I spend buying everything that I need? $35! That's just for pedicure stuff! What more if I had decided to buy make-up?!
So kids, the big lesson of the day is...I'm an amazona, hear me roar? LoL.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Bumming Around
From Aug. 23-31, I don't have work because union rules state that I get a "one week" break from being a temporary to a permanent employee. How did I spend my first day of freedom? Ate, slept, laid on the couch. How I missed it so!
Friday, August 20, 2004
Beso
Thank God, it's Friday. It has been a long week and I'm glad it's finished!
The week started out well, though. I don't think I ever had the chance to tell you about my capoeira instructor. He's hot. He looks pretty much like Dancing King, but manlier. HeHe. So for the past six weeks, I've been secretly drooling in class. Anyway, as if to give me something to remember him by, on Monday-the last class in my "trial series"-he greeted me in an authentic Brazilian fashion: a kiss on the cheek plus a hug. *SIGH. The stubble. The warmth. The rock solid body. The scent of fresh meat. HaHa. Ang saya-saya! LoL. And as if that greeting made all the difference, I was able to finally understand him when he talked in class. Amazing what lust can do to your senses. HeHe.
The week started out well, though. I don't think I ever had the chance to tell you about my capoeira instructor. He's hot. He looks pretty much like Dancing King, but manlier. HeHe. So for the past six weeks, I've been secretly drooling in class. Anyway, as if to give me something to remember him by, on Monday-the last class in my "trial series"-he greeted me in an authentic Brazilian fashion: a kiss on the cheek plus a hug. *SIGH. The stubble. The warmth. The rock solid body. The scent of fresh meat. HaHa. Ang saya-saya! LoL. And as if that greeting made all the difference, I was able to finally understand him when he talked in class. Amazing what lust can do to your senses. HeHe.
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