maximine and minerva’s owl

nobody loves me

tag tagatag gatag ni nanay ni nunu

1.When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
    gwaaaark! (bumaliktad ang sikmura ko)
2.How much cash do you have on you?
   I always carry wads of money but they’re fake – board game monies

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?
    MATADOR tomador, cuncintidor, adore, alaskador, candor, lex luthor

4.Do you label yourself?
   yeah, I’m a tiangge commodity

5.Bright or Dark room?
    bright
 

6. Why is there always a missing question?
     Aba, ewan ko !

7.What does your watch look like?
    grimy

8.What were you doing at midnight last night?
    thinking sinful thoughts while making crème brulee

9.Where is your nearest 7-11?
     within 100 meters

10.What’s a word that you say a lot?
      crap

11.Who told you he/she loved you last?
      Michael Vartan (but only in my dreams)

12.Last furry thing you touched?
      hehehehehe….

13.How many rolls of film do you need developed?
      1 bucket-full

14.Favorite age you have been so far?
      18, 22, 25

15. Your worst enemy?
      potato chips, I’d devour them in a second

16.What is your current desktop picture?
      Mt. Olympus’ summit

cursed tagged by the leopard woman:

1. lost respect for CPs

when i was 15 i was sexually harassed by a priest. the day i was to take the entrance exam at the blue eagle, my mother, a fanatical devout catholic suggested we go to our parish church first so the priest could bless me pour holy water on my head before i take the test. the ever arrogant me (aren’t we all at that age?) said to her that i didn’t need divine intervention and i could pass the test on my own but we went anyway. the priest led me into his office but told my mother to just sit and wait in the hallway. then he started a little conversation with me like asking me what course i was hoping to pursue and i said blah blah blah and he said blah blah blah and then he suddenly put his right arm around my shoulder, raised my left hand by his left hand and began salaciously kissing my arm. i was shocked and i froze and couldn’t react but somehow managed to run towards the door, opened it and exited the premises as fast as i could. “i’ll wait in the car,” i said to my mother while she was thanking and saying goodbye to the priest. 

2. mercedes benz hood emblem collection

at some point between my adolescent and post-adolescent existence, i had become so anti- everything. i particularly detested the establishment and ultra rich people who paraded in shiny wrappers and unaffected demeanors so i started collecting mercedes benz emblems. so if someone you knew - especially in the makati area - had a missing benz emblem, the probability is high that it was I who broke it and stole it.

3. what goes around comes around 

i was driving with hubby, who was asleep, on our way to the airport in marseille where we had to return our rented car and then catch a plane to madrid one frenzy afternoon. i hit a car parked on the side of the street. i must have hit it pretty bad for its left side mirror to have gotten detached and fell off, it was an old peugeot and there was no alarm or anything. i never told anyone and L still hasn’t the foggiest. there was no big damage on our rented car, maybe a few scratches which the car was full of from the very start anyway that the car-rental company didn’t even bother to charge our credit card. heaven knows how i really, really wanted to stop and be civilised and leave a piece of paper on the owner’s windshield but i also wondered how would we go about sorting things out plus the hassle that it would cause us since we had to depart the place immediately with a killer schedule to follow. the thought of leaving a couple of 20euros by clipping them between his car’s wipers had also crossed my mind but…..

two years later, my hubs’ brand new car was hit in, i could only surmise, basically the same manner, but the damage was worse.

4. i gave stolen goods to the homeless

well, i stole them from my mom’s boutique. items which had been in her stockroom for ages and stuff nobody seemed to want to buy anyway. but still, i know, it’s stealing. there was this homeless family who lived near the Katipunan market for whom i developed affinity, for some weird reason. i stole mostly clothing items like signature jeans and polo shirts, and oshkosh overalls and t-shirts for the children. it became a sort of a habit actually that i even expanded the locus and distributed quite a bit of it to the poor families in Krus na Ligas near the UP campus. my mother still doesn’t know about it. she no longer operates a boutique not because she went bankrupt due to my pilferage but because she has other interests now.

*to my nephews A and F, I know you boys are reading this blog, it’s ok to tell your grandma now.

5. secret within a secret

i have a secret blog where i hurl insults and mockeries to the bloggers people who i  find annoying, and that often includes meself.

caveat: one of the above is untrue

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how to make a watermelon hat:

buy a large watermelon and cut it into two equal size if you need two hats. now if you have an abnormally large head then you can only make one out of it. eat the watermelon by scooping it out with a spoon making sure no red part is left unscraped so you won’t have a problem with drippings later. pat it dry with a paper towel.