Round and Proud

Round and Proud




Yes, I am round and proud, beybeh!

How do you define BEAUTY?

Listen to what they've got to say.

I Love Dove now!

And YOU, what do you think of beauty? Tell me.

The Monster Returns

The Monster Returns




Just when you thought you have stopped and banished that monster that's been chasing you your whole life and feeding off from your weakness and vulnerability, rescued your long-lost mother from it's pit and would finally see the beauty of the sunset...

You find out that monster wasn't the only one in existence.

In fact, you find out that their kind have the power to plant themselves inside you, hiding, growing and waiting under one's skin until it is strong and ready to destroy.

And you regret that discovery so much because now you have to go through blood, tears and scars again just to save another person from the monster's pit.

If I Were Gloria

If I Were Gloria



Hummin': You Had Me From Hello by Kenny Chesney

(I was forced to write a non-fiction essay during class that began with "If I Were President..." which explains the sudden political turn of my writing. However, as you read below, this is not what you probably expect of a political essay.)

If I were current president of this country, I'd have my big mole surgically-removed and say that I didn't copy singer Enrique Iglesia's career move, but rather that I thought blemishes, like the dirt on the image of the Philippines, should be removed off the face of the world.

If I were current president of this country, I'd have my legs broken, reconnected with metal bridges do intensive therapy for six months and say that I didn't do it to reach five feet, but rather that like the country, I sincerely know how it feels to be belittled by bigger nations.

If I were current president of this country, I'd have my head shaved and empathetically claim that this baldness shows the loss of the nation's glory, the abduction of the little that is left of our country's pride.

If I were current president of this country, I'd hire a private voice teacher, get rid of the nasal intonation of my voice, and say that this change is a representation of the need for a change in our country's voice as we speak to the rest of the world.

If I were current president of this country, I'd force my husband to go on a strict South Beach diet with me to lose some of his bulk and say to the Filipino people that the first couple also experiences daily pangs of hunger.

If I were current president of this country, I'd finance even more of my son's baduy movies where he always plays the hero, just like the numerous Erap movies that made him famous, and say to the masses that we are on with them, erecting the image of a contemporary hero that is my movie star son.

If I were current president of this country, I'd produce a novelty song out of the "Hello Garci" tapes, overexpose it by playing it in the radio and television stations over and over again, making the situation funny, absurd, sickening, unrealistic and therefore a mere passing trend.

But if you were to ask me honestly, I wouldn't want to be our country's president. Being the president is a 24-hour, 7-days-a-week job that would probably drive me crazy, especially with the rampant corruption in every level of the political hierarchy. Having all those problems on my shoulders would probably kill me before even my first day on the job ends.

On that note, if I were current president of this country, after losing face not just for myself and my family, but also for the Philippines, I'd probably disappear with my husband, move to a private island that I could buy with all my hubby's Jueteng money and spend the rest of my days sipping margheritas on the beach.

Taurus the Glutton

Taurus the Glutton

Hummin': Bad Day by Danny Powter

I sat in the taxi comfortably this afternoon. After all, I left home two hours early for my class, and that meant a relaxing, leisure time. But I couldn't quite hear my thoughts because the radio speakers were turned on and the DJ loudly announced song after song, and cracked one joke after another.

Then she says, it's time to read out the daily horoscope. Personally, I never really believed horoscopes, but I thought listening to what was supposed to happen would be fun. I listened carefully as she read out the day's predictions for Aquarius, Pisces, Aries and then Taurus. That's me, I thought.

And she goes, "Kahit na nag-e-ehersisyo ka, huwag kang kakain ng sobra-sobra. Sayang ang iyong pagpapapayat kung wala ka namang disiplina."

Kung-pooow!!! That hit me right in the middle of my bilbilizers!

And that happened half an hour after I consumed four cheese pandesals on top of my regular lunch. Talk about coincidence...or maybe Someone really wanted me to stop eating!

Lay off for a while! I've already lost 50-something pounds! What more do you ask!?

Thrillseeker

Thrillseeker


Hummin': Bad Day by Danny Powter

Days have been passing me by as though they are mere seconds. One boring 24-hour routine after another--each one slipping by without much notice.

I've been and still am bored. This is probably the reason why I haven't been blogging about interesting stuff as much, credit that to the nothing-bloggable that's filled or emptied my life.

I am in such a mediocre state right now that I find being in a sort of balance doesn't quite fit me in the long run. I am going from sleep to eating to baking, squeeze in a little studying, to eating and sleeping again. It's all like clockwork, and I am very dissatisfied.

People like me need drama too! And not the drama leftovers or hangovers I get from other people's lives, but thrills from my own! And not just the mother-daughter spat reruns I've had so many times before, but real excitement, the kind that is generated by the happenings in my own life!!!

Ah, see how there is a build-up of volume in my writing voice? I am in NEED, desperately so.

Give me a high. Even just a shot.