Kuwentong Kutsero (er, mambubukid)

I remember telling some people from work an incomplete story about why cows and carabaos look the way they do.  I really couldn’t remember the whole story, and nobody seemed to know about it either.

Out of curiosity, I decided to google it, and voila! http://alamat.kababayan.net/kuwento-ng-kalabaw/ popped up.

Since I know most people have probably never read or heard of this story, here it goes.=)

Kuwento Ng Kalabaw

Ang susunod na kwento ay nagpapaliwanag kung bakit masikip ang balat ng kalabaw at maluwang naman ang sa baka.

Si Mang Catalino ay matagumpay na mambubukid. Katunayan, umunlad ang kanyang kabuhayan dahil sa pagbubungkal ng lupa at paghahalaman. Kung siya’y may matatawag na kahinaan sa buhay, ito’y ang masyadong kasipagan. Siya’y trabaho nang trabaho. Ngunit ang araw ng Linggo ay kanyang ipinangingilin. Siya’y hindi nakalilimot magsimba.

Maagang-maaga noon. Kinalagan ni Mang Catalino si Kalakian sapagkat ito’y nakatali sa ilalim ng kamatsili. Gusto niyang pumunta sa gutaran upang mag-araro.

Si Kalakian ay nagsalita, “Mang Catalino, yamang ang araw na ito ay aming kaarawan, Araw ng mga Hayop, maanong kami’y inyong pahintulutang magsaya.”

“Anong ibig mong sabihin?”

“Ang araw na ito’y ituring ninyong pagngilin. Huwag ninyo kaming papagtrabahuhin.”

“Sinong kami?” tanong ni Mang Catalino.

“Kami po ni Baka.”

“Anong gusto ninyong gawin?” pag-uulit sa unang tanong.

“Kami po ni Baka ay gusting magliwaliw sa ilog. Gusto naming lumangoy at maglaro.”

“Oo. Pahihintulutan ko kayo ngunit pagdating ng ikasampu, kayo’y uuwi. May pupuntahan tayo. Hindi ko na kayo dapat pang sunduin.”

Masayang-masay ang dalawa. Si Baka ay umunga nang malakas at mahaba. Sila’y nagpunta sa ilog. Ito’y hindi naman kalayuan.

Nang naliligo na ang dalawa si Baka ay nagtanong, “Kaibigan, ikaw ba’y kuntento na sa iyong buhay?”

“Oo, at ikaw?” sagot-tanong ng kalabaw.

“Ako’y maligaya. Mabait ang ating amo. Kahit maghapong nag-aararo, sagana naman tayo sa pagkain. Nawawala agad ang pagod ko kung ako’y makapaglublob sa putik. Bakit naitanong mo iyan?”

“Di nga’t palagay ko ay ganito na lamang tayo habambuhay, walang pag-asenso.”

“Bakit naman?”

Si Baka ay hindi sumagot.

Sa kalalangoy at kalalaro ng dalawa, hindi nila nahalata na tanghali na pala. Mag-iikalabindalawa na, katanghaliang pipitik.

Narito na si Mang Catalino at sila’y kinakaon. Malayo pa ay nakita na nilang may dalang pamalo. Hindi naman sila binubulyawan. Sila’y dali-daling umahon. Sila’y dumako sa may balanggutan at doon nagbihis. Naroon ang kanilang damit.

Sa pagmamadali at takot sa panginoon, ang dinampot na damit ni Kalakian ay ang kay Baka at ang nakuha naman ni Baka ang kay Kalakian. Sila’y nagkapalit. Dali-dali nilang isinuot ang saplot upang huwag silang abutan.

Takbuhan ang dalawa pauwi. Hirap na hirap si Kalakian sa pagtakbo sapagkat ang suot na damit ay sikip na sikip. Ang suot naman ni Baka ay napakaluwang at nakasampay lamang.

Mula noon ang kalabaw ay iimpang-impang kung lumakad at si Baka nama’y mabilis humagpay at kumilos. Iyan ang dahilan kung bakit masikip ang balat ng Kalabaw at Maluwang naman ang sa Baka.

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What do you know, the story’s actually legit…

And I thought my teacher was just BS-ing me and my classmates. Hahaha!

The Search for a Playtime Playmate

The search is on for my next playmate on the show!

We’re looking for someone hot, someone who knows how to have fun, and someone who’s naughty and playful like me!  We want someone with a personality that can blend well with all the other RX girls and boys, as well as with the listeners.  Basically, we’re looking for someone who can be a good RX JOCK!

If you’re a GIRL, 18-24 years old, and you think you’ve got what it takes to be my next radio partner/playmate, go give it a shot!

Just drop by the station with your resume, and we’ll take care of the rest.  Auditions are still ongoing, so head on over to the 17th floor of Strata 2000, along F. Ortigas Jr. Road (formerly Emerald Ave.), in Ortigas Center, Pasig.

Good luck and I hope to meet you soon!;)

Love and kisses,
Hazel

Me In Men’s Magazines?!? (Weight Gained, Opportunities Lost)

Two days ago, I got a text message from a friend that shook me to the core.

“Hi Hazel. Blah blah blah… Yada yada yada… Do you want to pose for Maxim?”

I had to double check the words to make sure that my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.  They weren’t.  There they were, taunting me… Mocking me.

Some years ago, I would have been really flattered to receive such an invitation.  Heck, I would’ve been eager to do it.  SOME YEARS AGO.

Now, all it does is remind me of time wasted and opportunities lost.

THEN-hanging out with friends

THEN-me winning Trip to Jerusalem

NOW-before going to the Back to the '80s Party, 01/30/09

NOW-with other jocks during an RX party, 01/30/09

I can’t blame my friend, though.  She hasn’t seen me in three or four years.  Maybe five… I don’t know, I’m losing track.  She seemed so excited about it, and she actually wanted to recommend me for next month’s issue already.

Yeah, right.

They say sexiness is only a state of mind.  If that were the case, then I would probably be #1 on all those freakin’ sexy women’s lists.  But one’s state of mind must go hand in hand with one’s goods.  Sad to say, I no longer have the goods.  Er, actually I take that back.  I think I have too much for my own good.

It’s no secret that I’ve been struggling to get my old physique back for as long as I can remember.  I’ve tried, but I guess I’ve never really tried hard enough.  I would lose some weight, and then gain them back and gain some more.  I don’t talk about it much, though, because why focus on the negative?

The thing is, I feel generally good about myself.  I know I could really lose some of the weight I’ve put on over the last few years, but I feel good nonetheless.  And maybe I shouldn’t.

I need to do something about it NOW, while I still can.  I need to haul my ass to the gym NOW, while I still can.  I need to stop stuffing my face with all the junkfood NOW, while I still can.

I’ve been procrastinating for way too long, and I can’t just watch myself sink further and further down.  I can’t let me become nothing but a mere shadow of my old self.

I can’t tell you how many jobs I’ve lost due to my weight problems, but I can tell you this much—they’re enough to make me want to puke all the pizza I had for dinner earlier.

Well, I’ve had it!  I’m going to be serious about it this time, and once I reach my goal, you bet your ass I would call that friend of mine and demand no less than a spread—or maybe the freakin’ cover!  Make sure to get a copy of the January 2011 issue.  Hahaha.

*THEN photos – I couldn’t find the old, really skinny pictures of mine in my laptop so you’re going to have to settle with the beginning-to-gain-weight-phase pictures.  Hahaha.

*NOW photos – Those are the most recent ones, thanks for the pics, Fritz.=)

25 Random Shiznit About Me

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.

To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.

1. My mom wanted to name me Hazel Anne because I was born in the St. Anne’s wing of the hospital, but for some reason, I ended up as Hazel May.  I still prefer Hazel Anne, but I guess my name isn’t so bad.  It’s just that…  I wasn’t even born in May.=s

2. Speaking of names, I was known all throughout Kindergarten as May, not Hazel.  I was never called Hazel in school.  But when I was announced as the class valedictorian, my teacher did not refer to me as May, nor as Hazel…  She called me ‘Ms. Supladita’.  Hahaha.

3. I’ve always had bangs.  Always.  And I don’t think I’d be getting rid of them anytime soon.  Oh, and I just recently decided never to let anyone BUT me or my stylist Kenneth cut my bangs ever again.

4. I have really small hands.  I have short, stubby fingers.  Baby hands, they’re often called.

5. My celebrity crushes are: Triple H, Allen Iverson, Chris Noth, James Spader, P. Diddy, Gordon Ramsay, and Kevin Costner…  And yes, my friends think I have a very ‘different’ taste when it comes to men.  I concur.

6. I think I was bi up until high school.  No kidding.  I used to crush on some of my female teachers (started in 2nd or 3rd grade), and crush on some of my male classmates and neighbors at the same time.  When my male crush and my female crush became bf and gf, I decided she was a bitch and I wanted him more.  So I figured, I was probably more into men.  And now, I’m pretty sure I’m ONLY into men.

7. When I was in 4th grade, I had ‘boy slaves’ who would carry my bags for me every single day.  They would fight over who gets to carry my stuff every time.  I was delighted because my bag was heavy and our classroom was on the 3rd floor, but I was also confused because I used to wear glasses and had unplucked eyebrows.  Not exactly beauty queen material, eh?  But I was class president, so maybe they were impressed or something?  Hahaha.

8. I’ve only recently realized that I’m a control-freak.  Not being in control drives me nuts most of the time, unless I specifically asked someone to take control.  Hehe.

9. Not being in control in the bedroom drives me nuts all the time, in a good way.  I have submissive tendencies.  Okay, I am totally submissive.  Hehehe.;)

10. I was a bully in high school.  At least that’s what they all say.  Catty-bully, though.  Not gangsta-bully.  Think Mean Girls, not Boyz in the Hood.  Hahaha.

11. I wish I got half of my mom’s or my late grandpa’s people skills.  My mom could talk to just about anybody.  Her dad, my grandpa, was the mayor of Bataan for a long time.  Sometimes I think I’m a little…  icy.

12. I wear contact lenses everyday.  My grade is now 300-325, and my glasses are still 175 and 150.

13. I like cold beverages about 99% of the time.  I can’t drink water if it’s not cold.  I once went on an overnight camping trip and did not drink until we found a grocery store with a fridge on our way back to Manila.  Oh, and I don’t drink coffee.  Frapps are good, though.

14. I nearly drowned in waist-deep water.  Wearing a life jacket.  Thank God my boss saved me.  Not right away, ’cause he thought I was joking, but he did just the same.  Hahaha.

15. In Kindergarten, I drowned in a 4-feet pool.  I saved myself by grabbing someone’s shirt and hanging on to it until I managed to pull myself up.  I guess that explains my fear of drowning, and why I never learned how to swim…  I can make sisid, though.  I only learned how to a couple of years ago.

16. I am a bookworm.  I’m already having problems with storage because I have waaay too many books.  But I can’t part with any of them.  I can’t stop buying new ones, either.

17. I am a shopaholic.  And a total clotheshorse.  But you probably knew that about me already.  Hehe.

18. I’m annoyingly vain.  I look at car mirrors and windows and the like.  Whatever shiny surface.  And then I smile.  See?  ANNOYINGLY vain.

19. I had a dog named Hogan (yes, named after Hulk Hogan) when I was a kid.  And as much as I loved him, I was scared of him.  A couple of years ago, I had a dog named Puppy (and I looooved him dearly), and bunnies named Choco and Candy (I miss them soooo much).

20. I thought it was the end of the world when my first laptop crashed.

21. I love computer games but I prefer the ’simple’ ones.  Think Wedding Dash, Cake Mania, etc.

22. I don’t like period movies, or movies with people in costumes and ish.  Which is why I’ve never seen any of the LOTR movies.

23. Speaking of movies, I love watching porn.  And I don’t see anything wrong with it.  Hehe.

24. I am perpetually late for everything.  It’s not like I don’t try to be on time.  It’s like a disease or a curse or something!  I am ALWAYS working on it, though.  Sigh.

25. I just realized that I like talking about myself, and I think 25 isn’t a good enough number.  They should have made this 100 Random Things About Yourself.  Hahaha.

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I was tagged by several people on Facebook to do this, so I figured, what the heck?  Hahaha.

Sir Mallari

On my work to work yesterday, I saw my Math teacher in high school, AKA the crush of my life a million years ago.  I was waiting for the stoplight to turn green, on the backseat of my cab, looking out the window when he passed by.

He looked pretty much the same to me.  Except that receding hairline of his seemed to have receded some more over the last few years.  Hehehe.  And I guess he’s gained a little bit of weight too…  But then again, haven’t we all?=D

My initial reaction was to look away, and hope that he doesn’t see me.  I mean it would have been totally wrong had we just waved at each other—me in my cab, and him walking down the street—for our reunion of sorts.

Anyway, I’m not sure he would have recognized me had he spotted me.  I look a lot different now, I think.  Plus I was wearing my red Mickey Mouse cap because I didn’t really have time to fix my hair.

He didn’t see me, but he did get me thinking the whole time I was stuck in Friday night traffic how incredibly weird it is to have someone play such a huge role in your life, and then just like that, be nothing to you.

This was the guy in my thoughts majority of my high school life (think first to third year)…  The guy I really, really wanted to be with.  The guy whose girlfriend I nearly poisoned with a special dust-ants-saliva sugar cookie I made just for her (wicked, I know, but that was me back in high school…  a conniving little bitch).=D   I mean, he was really the first guy I was ever head over heels for!  Don’t get me wrong, I did have boys my age back then, but ultimately, he was THE one I wanted.  Unfortunately (or maybe FORTUNATELY) for me, he got married my senior year, so I had no choice but to move on (and those men who helped me move on would be discussed in the future).  I was heartbroken—devastated, even.  But obviously, I got over it.

The thing is, we were really close.  And I know that he did care about me.  Maybe not in the way that I had wanted him to, but he cared just the same.  He knew about my ginormous crush on him, and I suppose he handled it pretty well.  He never seemed uncomfortable about it, and I felt that he treated me a little more favorably than others at times.  He never took advantage, but he also provided enough flirtation to get my happy juices flowing.  That sounds so wrong, doesn’t it?=)

It all seems like a lifetime ago, but it really hasn’t been that long.  I did see him a number of times after graduation, but I guess after a while I just totally forgot about him.  I hate to take a line from the classic song ‘I Remember The Boy’ but it’s just perfect to describe how I feel…  I remember the boy, but I don’t remember the feeling anymore.

It’s true, isn’t it?  Once you get over someone, regardless of how much you loved him or her, it’s very rare to get the old feelings back.  Try as you may, it just seems almost impossible.  This especially holds true if you were MADLY in love with him or her, I think.  That kind of intensity just doesn’t strike twice. I should know, I saw another ‘ex’ recently and it felt the same way.

Maybe it’s just me.  Maybe I’m just the kind of person who loves with all her heart, the kind who doesn’t hold back—but once I get over you, it stays that way.  It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t flirt with you a little, but that may be as far as it goes.

So here’s a piece of advice, pal babe, (you know who you are), ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS.

Mystery=Misery

Sometimes I just feel so suppressed.

There are some things I want to say, but goddammit, I just can’t fucking say them.

There are rules. Why, oh why must there be rules?

I feel miserable. So miserable that I can’t think straight. I can’t write straight.

Right now, there is only ONE thing that I want. I want the world to know. I want to be bold, to not care about what other people would say. But mostly, I want YOU to want the same thing.

I’m sorry for such a cryptic blog entry. Don’t ask.

Rants and Raves

RANTS:

1. Allen Iverson’s DIMINISHED role in Detroit

Raise your hand if you thought moving to the Detroit Pistons was the answer to AI’s title quest.

*raises both hands and expects you to do the same*

I mean, COME ON. After showing promise by beating the Lakers and the Cavs, what else is there? 17.5ppg –> an all-time low for The Answer.:( Hey, I’m no dummy—I expected a dip in his scoring average knowing how the whole Detroit system works. But it just sucks. Hearing about Carmelo Anthony’s record-tying 33-point quarter doesn’t help either. AAAARRRGGGHHH!!! I just really wish the Pistons would win more and AI would score more, dammit!

2. Feeling POWERLESS everyday

Read previous blogpost (BETWEEN US FOUR) to understand.

3. Never having ENOUGH money

How is it possible for other people to live within their means but not for me??? I always end up spending all my money about a week after payday. I’ve come up with so many good budget plans, but for some reason I never get to stick to any of them. Hmmm. I know. I’ll start again in January. 2009 will mark the start of me saving up for the future! I know, it sounds like a joke when I say things like that. Hehe. But I mean it this time!

4. RUDE listeners/HATERS

One of the cons of my job is having to deal with know-it-alls, annoying/demanding/rude people, major pervs, and haters. Now that I think about it, I should probably write an entire entry about this. But for now, lemme just rant about one in particular.

Over the YM earlier, one of the regular chatters on the show sent me a message that goes something like, “Why are you playing reggae? Eeew. You should be playing Decode by Paramore. We are not enjoying the music.” This after I played Come Over by Estelle and Sean Paul back-to-back with Feel Like Making Love by Lumidee and Shaggy. WTF?! As for Paramore, it was played during the first hour of the show. But the chatter wasn’t done. She decided to send me another message, this time expressing impatience for not hearing her Hot Topic response read on air yet. She adds, “Kaya lang naman ako ganito is because you already read more than one response from some of the other listeners (citing a specific name), and you still haven’t read mine.” OH. MY. GOD. Like I was purposely trying to make her mad by making her wait for her grammatically-challenged response to be read on air! Grrr! The thing that annoyed me most was that I’ve always been nice to this listener/chatter—played her requests most of the time, read her shoutouts on air and stuff, read responses from her, and really interacted with her over the YM. *sighs* I guess I’m more disappointed than annoyed.

5. MISSING one day after another in Sam and Josh’s lives

It’s been a year and almost two months since they went back to the U.S., but my heart still breaks when I think of every minute I don’t get to spend with them. These kids aren’t just my niece and my nephew, they’re like my own kids. I can’t explain the bond that we have, but I’m afraid it might not be the same because they’re both growing up so fast and growing up miles away from us. I miss them everyday. Talking on the phone just isn’t the same as living under the same roof with them. Getting an e-mail just isn’t the same as getting a big hug from them when I get back home from work. I’m in tears as I write this.:(

RAVES:

1. 7 YEARS and HAPPY

This I’m afraid I can’t explain. But if you understand, then you know what this is about and how much it means to me.;)

2. Healthy parents

When I think of the things I am thankful for every single day, this is always on top of my list. Yes, they do have maintenance pills for high blood and stuff, but I am just happy that they are generally healthy. I love my Mom and Dad so much, and I pray for God to always bless them with good health and happiness.

3. THE BIZZ!

http://thebizz.multiply.com

After countless talks with my BFFs on starting our own business, we finally did it. This would have been operational a looong time ago, but due to our OC nature, we just had to work painstakingly on one little detail after another. It took a while and the site’s not even totally finished yet, but I’m happy with what we have so far.:)

4. PLAYTIME

I love my job. I love my show. I am my #1 fan, and my #1 critic. But more of a fan, really. Hehe.

5. My godson Kian

I look forward to seeing him and playing with him for a few minutes everyday. He’s just adorable. He’s the baby who soothes away the pain of not being with Sam and Josh. While he doesn’t completely fill the void that those two left, it really helps to have him around.:)

KARMA

What goes around comes around.

As comforting as it is to know that there’s such a thing as karma, it’s actually a terrifying thought. Yes, those awful people who did awful things to us will eventually get all the awful things they deserve. Hooray! But what about those awful things WE did in the past? Are they coming back to haunt our present and future?

With my current relationship dilemmas in mind, I can’t help but wonder—is it payback time?

Between Us Four

This has got to be one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to write about. Difficult not only because it’s too complicated to explain, but because no amount of explanation could make you fully understand what it’s truly like to be a part of this.

When someone said, “every family has its black sheep,” that guy hit the mark. I would say “right on!” but in my case, the quote above would be an understatement.

My so-called brother, I believe, isn’t just the black sheep of the family. I seriously think that this pathetic excuse for a human being was spawned by the devil and mistakenly swapped with my real brother in the hospital’s delivery room or nursery.

You’re probably thinking that I’m just writing this because we fought over something petty, or something quite serious but not that bad. Boy, I wish that were the case.

The truth is we’re not even fighting. We’re pretty civil to each other… most of the time, at least.

However, years of pent-up anger on my part and just plain wickedness on his have pretty much killed any chance of us ever sharing a relationship remotely close to what normal siblings have.

Why so angry, you ask?

He is 38 years old, living with me and my parents, jobless, has gambling and drug problems, Godless, hopelessly dependent on every single person foolish enough to support him, and sooo fucking UNGRATEFUL.

I know, I know. Some families have it worse. Does that make me feel better? Hell, no!

I really don’t care that he has already thrown his life away, I REALLY DON’T. I’ve also stopped trying to understand him a long, long time ago because he clearly does NOT deserve my understanding or acceptance, nor does he deserve sympathy or compassion. He could rot in hell, for all I care. He could get hit by a train, or get run over by a bus and I wouldn’t give a flying fuck.

The only thing I care about that concerns him is how he treats my parents.

My Mom and Dad are the two most important people in my life, and seeing him treat them with no respect at all infuriates me to no end. Hearing him say the things that come out of his mouth makes me want to get a grenade, remove the pin, and shove it in his mouth. If only I could do that. Sigh.

I’m not a violent person. In fact, I don’t easily get angry and when I do, I never hold grudges… but for him, I made an exception.

I vowed a few years back to never forgive him for all the pain he has caused my parents. I vowed to never soften up to him. I vowed to never make the teensiest room for him in my heart no matter what. And well, consider this a renewal of vows.

There were times when those vows wavered because he actually showed some semblance of humanity. There were even moments when he seemed on the way to becoming a normal person with a heart again. But everything was short-lived. And every single time, he seemed far worse after those fleeting moments of kindness.

I have no doubt in my mind that he’s too far gone to ever be able to recover. But like I said, it’s not like I give a shit.

Truth be told, I’m waiting for the day he would reach the lowest of the low just so he’d realize everything he wasted in life (money, friends, love, family, etc.) I’m also waiting for the day he would regret all the rotten things he did in life only to realize that it’s too late; everyone has already given up on him, and he’s got no one to turn to.

When he’s out on the streets, eating off garbage cans, and begging for forgiveness, maybe I’d reconsider.

In the meantime, the hatred grows more everyday.

I’m guessing you still think I’m overreacting. But you are not his sister. You don’t see nor hear him everyday. You are not his parent. YOU DON’T SEE NOR HEAR HIM EVERYDAY.

Thanks for reading this, but at the end of the day, this family matter is between us four. We’re the ones who know what goes on, and the ones who can tell how serious the situation is. My brother hates my parents. I hate my brother. My parents are too good to hate anybody, including him, dammit!

I wish my sister still lived with us. At least she would know what all this is about.=(

Thought Bubbles… And Then Some

A FEW GOOD MEN

Why are some men more prone to ‘straying’ than others? I was discussing this and more with some friends earlier today while pigging out at this breakfast buffet place in Eastwood. While I haven’t quite figured out the answer to the aforementioned question yet, other related thoughts came to me—thoughts about men (more specifically, the men I interact with almost everyday).

You see, in my world, you’d meet all kinds of males: the good, the bad, and THE worst.

The good are the ones who would go out, have fun, and do their job (which pretty much requires them to be charming, bordering on flirtatious, and may just include getting a lap dance from random strangers in the club). They would then go back home to their S.O., either telling her about everything that went on, or filling her in, but leaving out a few details because A. there’s a slight chance that they might hurt or upset her, or B. they really weren’t all that exciting or significant.

The bad are those who would go out, have fun, and do their job with plenty of gusto. They would entertain a few illicit thoughts, and then go home to their S.O. without telling her everything because A. they just don’t want to arouse future suspicion from her or B. they really enjoyed the things that transpired and wouldn’t want to let her know that. The ‘bad men’ are the ones who would go as far as jacking off in the morning about the previous night’s exploits, but would stop there because at the back of their mind, they’d know that no amount of ‘booty’ could take the place of what they have with the girlfriend.

The worst, ah, the WORST… They’re the ones who would go out, have more fun than needed, and do their job with a little extra something. They would entertain A LOT of illicit thoughts, say them out loud for others to hear, AND THEN act on them. They would cross one line after another, and only stop when they get caught. These men would feel great remorse afterwards, maybe even change for the better for a while for fear of losing the one, AND THEN go back to their old, horrible ways once they’ve been completely forgiven.

It’s just not fair, is it?

Case in point, Exhibit A-DJG and Exhibit B-DJI:

Both good-looking, kind, funny, considerate, sensitive and extremely sweet. They’re the most desirable ones, the type most girls would pursue and try to lure. They’re also members of the good kind. They seem to have an automatic shield that protects them from being turned on by other women, no matter how hot, simply because they were genetically built to love, cherish, and adore only one woman at a time. And no, they’re not closet homos.

And then we have Exhibit C-DJT and Exhibit D-DJM:

Both relatively attractive, kind of nice, offensively funny at times, a little considerate, about as sensitive as a farmer’s calloused foot, and about as sweet as candy (by candy, I mean NERDS). They’re the ones who could never refuse an offer (unless the offer came from a hairy, hideous-looking woman with smelly feet). They both know they’re with the right woman, but just don’t have enough willpower to say NO to other women, so instead they end up using lame lines like ‘old habits die hard’ as an excuse for their philandering. They’re true opportunists, never letting one pass without giving it (her) a shot.

I think I’m with someone who’s somewhere in the middle of the good and the bad. Tsk. Not good enough, eh?

STUPENDOUS SCHEDULE

My schedule is the shit. No, really. I can stay up as late as I want and not worry about having to get up early in the morning. I don’t have to endure rush hour traffic or even midday traffic. I can do pretty much anything I want during the day. And the best part of it is I get almost the whole weekend off! Freedom starts from 10pm Friday, and lasts until 10pm Sunday, with Saturday as my day-off. I really should start planning more trips while I’m blessed with such a stupendous schedule. PLAYTIME rocks!=)

RADIO1 REIGN

It feels like I am officially entering the world of the adults by bidding adieu to the responsibility vested in me two years ago. Being Radio1 Head was great, especially because I feel that I accomplished what I had set out to do years ago, which was to make a difference. Not to take anything away from the leadership of those who came before me, I really wanted some changes done for the better of the group. Thankfully, I was fortunate enough to have been given enough leg room to execute my plans. I am just so happy that the number of members really went up, and so did the number of applicants. In terms of the organizational stuff, I am pleased that my OC nature helped produce an almost concrete set of rules and regulations, a schedule that rotated fairly, and plenty of other group documents. I am a bit ashamed to admit though, that when I got Playtime, I sort of went a little lax and every now and then forgot to keep the bulletin board updated with the schedules and all. However, I think I did what I could. And at the end of the day, I believe that the ‘success’ of my Radio1 reign could be measured by how much my Radio1 little brothers and sisters loved being at the station to train or just to hang out, how much they loved going to the events, how much they loved being part of the group in general, and how much they loved—and continually love each other. Cheesy, much? Hehe. Anyway, it would be a little weird not having the power to control the schedule anymore, and not having Ea or Vinz text me requesting for PA’s… I guess I would also miss being everyone’s sort-of-buddy, in a way. I still have my Playtime buddies, though, so it’s all good. Besides, I don’t have to be the Radio1 Head to be close to all the members. I think they’re all awesome, the oldies and the newbies. Speaking of the oldies, congratulations to Bea and A.M., the new Radio1 co-heads effective next month.=) I know you guys would do great, so I’m already looking forward to the things you two would cook up for the group. If you need anything, you know I’m just one call away ***enter Chingy music***

Oh, and one more thing. I would definitely miss the free load. Hahahaha!=D

HELL’S KITCHEN

Chef Gordon Ramsay is HOT. Although physically, he looks far older than his age, the man oozes sex appeal like no other! Seriously. The scowl that almost never goes away makes me tingle in all the right places. The British accent makes all the profanities that come out of his mouth sooo damn sexxxy. I never thought “you donkey!” could sound hot! I would let him call me a donkey any day. And maybe even let him ride me like one. Mwahahahaha. Kidding.=P

Watch Hell’s Kitchen, and you’d know what I mean.=)