I know this is a poor excuse of a post, but a post is a post is a post! :P
Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fun. Show all posts
Just in case you're wondering, I'm still alive. My updates had been getting few and far in between, but it wasn't intentional. I didn't go on holiday and I wasn't that busy neither. I just felt that blogging had become a chore. I used to love posting all about my brain farts and bits about my boring life.
I was just being lazy, I suppose.
There had been so many things that I had to think about lately. So many in fact, that I don't know where to start talking about them. So I'm thinking about taking more time to do that. I even ended up thinking why I was blogging about me when even I think I'm boring myself out?
I will try to get my life back on track soon, though. I want it to be more than just about surviving. Life is too short to waste it all on working.
This may be a little, uhmmm, offensive. Shoo your children away from the computer now.
As in NOW.
Ready?
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If you had lost your virginity, or maybe need an extra one (just in case), then you need not look further than your local drugstore.
No more worrying if your parents find out or waiting for The One, as you can lose your virginity over and over with this new breakthrough. No surgery required!
All of that for just Php 99!
You can even ask your boyfriend to buy it for you.
Heck, he can use it too.
In fact, I actually feel guilty. But I do wonder...
Do you think she bought just one airplane seat, or two?
Hmmm???
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Okay, okay. So spank me, I've been a very bad girl.
Panic!
A cousin from the US that I hadn't seen for like, FIFTEEN years is coming to visit. I would've been ecstatic, if not for the fact that I'm absolutely broke and worried that I won't be able to give her the grand tour she deserves.
*sigh*
I just really, really, really hope I can scrimp dough off somewhere. Sheesh. I am so poor.
So anyway, found this really cool game online --
It's basically a map of North Africa and the Middle East and all you have to do is drag the names into their rightful place on the map.
I thought I knew my Geography, but while playing this, I realised that I didn't know shit. I'm supposed to be a Catholic and I couldn't place Israel on the map! My mother would kill me, if she knew. Tsk.
Click here if you wanna give it a try.
Mewp*!
Mommy is very busy lately and does not have time at night to think about things to write, so I'll be guarding her blog today while she is up to her armpits in paperwork.
Aside from posting, she also wants to update her template. But as she's a little technically-challenged, she has to do a lot of trial and error, so she doesn't have time for that either.
There's also a mountain of bills waiting to get paid, but she's worried she may miss the due dates because her pay is also late. It is such a mess, mewp!
We will also be missing her vodka-buddy, Mai, mewp! She has left for Dubai, and we wish her all the success that's possible in the middle of the desert.
Anyway, I'm going back to my chewtoy. Bye!
A parcel arrived when I got into the office sometime after the Christmas break --
A message from the Queen of England!
I was wondering what could be inside and if it would self-destruct in 60 seconds. It's all so James Bond-ish, so exciting!
Little did I know it was something more ominous than that...
Can this shirt and pen help me save the world? Jeez!
Many thanks to the British Embassy for giving me a laugh! Hahaha!
ImprovEverywhere made 1,200 New Yorkers ride the subway WITHOUT TROUSERS in a snow storm for the 8th time this year.
It's not the act itself that's interesting, it's the commuters that snatch glances sideways that's makes this mission priceless. Hehe!
I wouldn't do this myself, I think. I don't like showing off me knickers. hahaha
It's a Saturday, folks, and it's Christmas party season so we oughta get out and get pissed y'all! XD
I'm not an alcoholic. Honest.
Ohoho! This is Part 2 of the oh-so-shallow post regarding my banana peel problem last week.
I wasn't really bothered about what I'll do with it, it was just a matter of WHEN I will do something. I think I'm still rebelling inside, but the look of that thing outside the window is getting a tad nasty.
Ewww...So before I take action, just to put my mind at rest, I dangled my precious camera outside the window to see where it will end up if I did decide to push it off the ledge. I did this because it's physically impossible for me to look at it myself -- the windows are too small and I have an extreme fear of heights.
When I saw this, I was like "What the heck was I worrying about?!?"Nobody would even THINK of walking round that place!
(Yes, I know the side of our building looks gross -- thank goodness you can't see it from the road.)
Look at that thing, staring at me as if it's saying "Just put me off my misery, whydoncha?"
So, I took a screwdriver and pushed it hard sideways.Good riddance. Bye-byyyyyye.
Now, there's just that stain... To get rid of it, I will need a very looooong brush.
Bah! I'll just worry about it next year. Pfttt.
It was a beautiful morning.
I got out of bed, stretched and looked out the window when I saw this:
WTF? Someone in the upper floors threw a banana peel out the window! How rude!
Ewww, how can someone do this? What if it fell on top of someone’s head???
A few days later, and it’s still there.
Well, duh. Of course it’s still there, it’s on OUR windowsill ledge. Nobody else can reach it, but us. 
But because I refuse to clean up after somebody else’s mess, I didn’t bother even touching it (although I did take photos of it, I know).
However, there’s no denying that I will takeit off the ledge eventually because it’s rotting away out there.I'm just thinking about whether I want to push it off the ledge like the nasty git upstairs, or take it into the flat and throw it in the bin. I'm believe the first option is easier. Hmmm...
I just wish I knew who to nag about it upstairs! Hmpffff!!!
I shouldn't have had that last margarita last night...
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Damnit.
Oh, by the way...
Ever wondered how you would look if you graduated on a different year? I found myself looking at yearbookyourself.com and here's what I wasted my time on last week ----
Year 2000 me with soap opera hair. hehe.
This is how I would go to a Beatles concernt in 1966, I guess. Hahaha
Sweet pose for 1990. Hahaha!
How I would look back in 1960.Even then, I would be wearing glasses -- contact lenses hadn't been invented, of course!
Holy shit, it's my mother!Would mom have graduated in 1968, I wonder...
In 1984, girls just wanna have fun. Move over, Cyndi Lauper! Woot woot!
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