La Lang. Last Song Syndrome...

SAISON ELLA MAE lyrics

Toothache Night

Boy#1: Mamaya kaya at 11:49pm..hehe. Advance happy monthsary...bka kasi wala na me load mamaya..heheh...mwaahhh! tc

Boy#2: Ipasa mo sa akin yang sakit mo. Naawa ako say. Magingat ka kasi. Lav u.

Boy#3: Hay naku, mag-asawa kana kasi. Hehe.

Boy#4: Missed call.

Ocean's Thirteen

Thanks to Mai, finally got to see the inside of a cinema again! My last film was The Prestige, starring my ex hubby, gorgeous Wolverine...er, Hugh Jackman, last November.

My mom asked me, as I lay fighting off consciousness, "Was is drama? Suspense? Action? Comedy?"

Drama? Harharhar. Suspense? Doubtful. Action? Well, ... Comedy? Slight. It's not horror, it's not Sci Fi either.

But I did enjoy the movie. Gave me some time-out from all that toxic thinking.

Badddd!

When I'm good, I'm too good.
When I'm bad, I'm definitely mean.

Four people have asked me if "He" is it...four times I said "NO".

I do know where to stick the knife to get maximum "ouch" effect. So I let him think that his worst fears about me are coming true. I don't like to hurt him, but I won't try to pacify him anymore. He's not a small kid, and if he needs a mother, it's not me.

I'm moving on.

OW! ANCHAKIT! (It Hurts!)

Back to the gym! Cardio-boxing. Endurance training. Weights. Abs. A little badminton.

Now I can't even pull up my pants without wincing. Combing my hair requires tremendous concentration so as to grip firmly a comb. Laughing is no joke.