...I was compared to Adolf Bloody Hitler.
I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. I have mixed reviews.
By the way, my boss just earned my eternal loyalty. He was listening to L'Arc~en~Ciel this morning and anyone who listens to these Japanese rock icons are, clearly, good quality people. I made it as a sort of Rule of Thumb to associate only with people who has good taste in music.
And if you happen to like Nickelback, stay away from me.
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That's why we're friends and I loves him!
Moi doesn't do organizations. Or associations. He's not built up for it. So while we're pondering on what to do with his caricatures sitting on his room, unsullied by the light of day, I decided to post some of it in my blog.
(My ex-boyfriend)
Mez Hilton
AND LAST BUT DEFINITELY NOT THE LEAST...
Manny "PolkaDot Man" Pacquiao
The only missing "princess" in this caricature is Mayor Bing. You know, the Clean and Green mayor dude from Bacolod.
Loves da voots!
Plastikan with the Bee dude
Moi the Artist...I'm serious, Bitches!
If not, a giant troll in the shape of kirsten Dunst will go to your room and eat your face---warts and all.
I'm kidding.
Maybe. ^__^
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PHENOMENAL WOMAN
(Maya Angelou)
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
***AMEN, SISTER!
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Sure hope that ain't a fluke and continue their game even in the LA homebase.
The dude from CBS Sport made an interesting story about Kobe's ego and how it "will drop kick the Boston Celtics so hard, Larry Bird's great, great grandfather will feel the pain". Sadly (for Lakers' fans only), Kobe drop kicked no one's ass.
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"Unless I grip my sword, I cannot protect you.
While gripping the sword, I cannot embrace you."
-Kurosaki Ichigo, Bleach
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Yuu Watase's Zettai Kareshi (aka Absolute Boyfriend), the six-volume manga originally serialized in Shojo Comic that sold more than 1.6 million books is now currently airing as a live-action drama series in Fuji TV.
Plot
Kronos Heaven, the Robot maker, finally develops the perfect male humanoid "Night Tenjo" programmed to be completely loyal and devoted to his lover. Izawa Riiko, a temp worker who has been rejected by every boy she ever had a crush on and therefore never had a boyfriend, was chosen to take part in a five-day trial. Being a robot and all, Riiko only sees Night as a household appliance but seeing how devoted "it" was to her, she gradually started falling in love with him. Of course, to complicate matters with a love triangle, enter Asamoto Soshi, the young distinguished executive in her company who had feelings for her.
Cast
Hayami Mokomichi ( Night Tenjo )
Name: 'ｬ水もこみち
Profession: Actor
Birthdate: 1984-Aug-10
Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan
Height: 186cm
Star sign: Leo
Blood type: B
Talent agency: Ken-On
Aibu Saki ( Riiko Izawa )
Name: '兜錘ﾑ季 ( いぶ さき)
Profession: Actress
Birthdate: 1985-Jun-20
Birthplace: Takarazuka, Hyogo, Japan
Height: 165cm
Star sign: Gemini
Blood type: O
Family: Older sister
Talent agency: Box Corporation
Mizushima Hiro ( Soshi Asamoto )
Name: 水"ヒロ
Real name: 斉"｡'q裕 / Saito Tomohiro
Profession: Model and actor
Birthdate: 1984-Apr-13
Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan
Height: 180cm
Weight: 65kg
Star sign: Aries
Blood type: AB
Family: Older sister (by 3 years)
Talent agency: Ken-On
CREDITS: SOOMPI FORUMS
Am I Gonna Watch This?
Maybe. It involves a robot and Mizushima Hiro who is just divine, so there's probably a 60% chance that I'll be watching this. I won't be deluding myself that it's going to be a unique drama whatsoever because it has the same formula. Girl is lonely, self-confidence shut down to zero but meets good looking boy who suddenly made her special (albeit a friggin' robot) and everything is right in the world again. Because there's a guy already in the picture, there's suddenly this guy who loved her eversince but was afraid to confess his feelings. Since he's about to lose the girl the dude panics into doing something. Whatever.
Actually, the probability of me watching this drama all depends on the cut of Hiro's suit.
SHOUT OUT:
PIWI, ARE YOU READING THIS? HERE'S PRETTY MUCH KNOTTING HER FINGERS THAT YOU HAVE A COPY. ^_~
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It's Mother's day.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MA!
Too bad we fought again, huh? But we have to, I guess.
Remember when i was ten and I made you card? I labored on it, I thought it was pretty cool. I've drawn you in a Victorian garb (with bonnet!) and holding a shotgun. Too bad you didn't thought so at that time. You ignored me the whole day and I felt bad. I didn't know what I did wrong because i thought all mothers wanted cards from their children and mine was made well, I can certainly say. I don't understand because even Pop praised it.
But you said it was awful and it offended you.
Why?
Because of the shotgun. Why the hell do I have to draw that?
Ma, because I thought you were tough. It was supposed to be a symbol of my respect. Apparently you didn't get it. We never see eye to eye. We never will.
In spite all that, I love you, I suppose. Why else do i put up with your neuroses? If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
We'll always fight on Mother's Day. Got to keep up with the tradition. ^_~
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Kiki Jollema: No, I am actually waiting for my true love.
Prins Valentin: Who isn't? Now the question is, what do we do in the meantime?
***Hire a male stripper and call all your friends, of course. At least, that's what some people I know did. In the meantime.
^_~
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Yes, I admit I am not healthy. I have allergies, I have an ulcer and I am struggling with my insomnia. I only sleep three/four hours max every night (Or dawn). Sometimes, not even those few hours if I get so unlucky. Yes, I want to lose a few pounds from time to time but not so much that I would be thin. And bitch, I am not overweight. I just happen to have hips. Probably a foreign concept to you. You, who have no hips to speak of and two pitiful lumps of sugar on your chest. Just so you know, I don't want to lose these hips.
These hips are mighty hips. These hips are magic hips.
When I was younger, I admit I was self-conscious about them. They stick out and I have difficulty selecting jeans or shorts since I have a bit of a small waist. If I got the waist correctly, there's a big chance it won't fit my hips. Not to mention my ass and my thighs. So when the salesperson asks for size, specifically for my waist size, I just tell her, "Miss, my waist doesn't matter. Give me something that would fit my hips." For awhile, my hips had been the bane of my existence. Buying pants that would fit perfecty is like a quest for King Solomon's Mines. It's miserable hardwork. But as I got older, I grew to love my hips. My ass too! They're quite round and grabbable. Just ask the leering guys at the mall <insert evil laugh>. I love these hips. They sway when I move.
I am not against thin girls, some of them are quite cute and looked good in cosplay. But I do have a problem with people who starve themselves to be a size zero and treat those meatier girls as if they were elephants. A lot of kids these days are so self-conscious that most of them freak out at a few extra pounds. I don't know when did the society start to glorify emaciated females. I don't know how is it ideal to look like Victoria Beckham or Paris Hilton when it's so much hotter to be Mae West or Jayne Mansfield. Hell, Boticelli's Venus has hips and a bit round on the stomach area. People in the olden times eat apparently, even goddesses. Only women in this day and age considered eating a taboo. Poor sods.
So Old Lady of the Terrible fashion Sense, you got my answer.
I am not going to be thin. Ever.
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Don't buy Vista Security
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