Please excuse me while I grow up...

I have been procrastinating growing up for quite some time now, maybe because I got addicted with its effect on me - must be what social analysts call 'the power of attraction' - think young, feel young, look young. But eventually, the universe will slap you with reality and you snap back to it. No choice. It's the universal law.

With alt these incoherence and verbous drama, I'm not talking about the dreaded word (aging) nor eternal youth. The point I am trying to arrive at is... ahmmnn... errr... ahh...wait!

The point I am trying to arrive at


Ugh! Forget it.

These must be some year-end jitters. It's gonna be 2010 in four days' time and that means I'll be a year older on spring. This universe has laws and I think I have to abide by these laws because that's what growing up means. I think I have to totally wipe out PRO CRAS TI NA TION in my system and act my age even if not doing so floats my raft keeping me away from murky waters.

This is just one item on my list.

These aren't resolution blah-blah or something. It's just a call-to-self hoping it might listen.

Another entry on my list? To use, as in really, really use PLANNERS instead of just collecting them...

*unfin

Dee Sem Bah!

Hello December, Be kind to me, alright? ^^


Oh yeah, you're right.
It ain't quiet in here -and anywhere in my world- anymore. In fact it's quite the contrary and that's just how I love it. :)

let 'em bells, Jingle. (no, I don't mean it that way, you moss-minded dimwit! **eepz, no space for nega!)
Happy December, everyone.

Me luvin' life. You might as well feel the same, c'mon do yourself a favor.

Kisses. Love love.

Suddenly.... It's oh so quiet in here.

So so quiet in this part of cyberspace.
Somehow this other part of me wants to sulk in here... be an observer.
And for once, say, for a fraction of a second (that quick) I want to step out of myself, and observe it.

And of course the fleeting time I allot myself to observe me isn't enough to do some sort of reality check, but perhaps that's just my style. To simply just forget, or as the hackneyed lines go - to escape reality. Not that I loathe what's in it, not that it needs escaping or sumthin'... someone's always helping me bear it and face it and I just grin, take shit on its tail and swing it away as farther as I can. And that makes me grateful, still.

It's so so so quiet in here. But this hush-hush just deafens me.

For the state within me is opposite.
If in here it's oh so quiet, you can guess what's within me.
And just this once, as in THIS once --- I just want silence.


I guess that's why I'm in here.














Oh, but hear me shout soon...................








S O O N.

Crushing On Her..EnoughSaid!

Backfire! Ratatat-tat-tat!

I'm fond of repeating myself. Or more like, ripping an own post from one of my social networking sites and spreading them somewhere like gossip. Haha. Maybe 'cause I like it when random thoughts strike because they rarely do (you see I love rare things... and moments)...and when they do, I just have to grab 'em and reproduce them faster than Xerox. And so I will, so just lemme..

From facebook: Toni Antonio is just a little unwell. The mega-doses of enthusiasm spent on a successful 2-week project has backfired, perhaps. The ENTHUSIASM; not the project's success.

From multiply, crossposted to twitter AND facebook: I missed blogging about Cory... the 2-week ultra-high adventure I've been through which caused me to miss it didn't actually make up for it... no matter how great the experience was.


And so from these, I will punch these keys.

Unlike my random thoughts, emotions like this do not rarely strike - I mean the backfiring of high spirits. I often get these feelings and yet it remains a puzzle why I still don't know how to deal with it. I remember going through the same drama when I consumed two tumblers of strong coffee just so I could kick myself and hit the exercise machines. More to alleviate stress than to shed off pounds, although when you look at it, the latter reason is more apt... but as far as my "looking at it" is concerned, the former is more apt. Or whatever. They weighed the same on my see-saw, anyway.

Going back to the caffeine-induced high spirits which backfired... forgive me, I'm trying my best to steer clear from incoherence here...

Where was I?

Oh...

So I hit the machines. That time I hit it like five times harder... and I sweat buckets, satisfied with the immediate results. But after an hour or two, along with the setting of the sun, my spirits managed to sink down low too... and I ended up throwing cute little dramas to a certain someone. Oh well, I thought it was cute. But that certain someone didn't think so. Gosh, I should've read books like How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days first before trying on the trying-to-be-cute antic. Oh well...



***drained much, will continue later.... *sighs
Will the real drama queen please stand up? *tries to stand....trips

Note to self: "Talk to self, it just might listen."

*ring, ring....* hello self, are you there?

Hey self, you really never listen to you, don't you?

You know what? You were right when you said you'd rather not give in to your hormones. Yeah, yeah, we ARE there...I know you fear nothing and no one but hey, their numbers - I mean your hormones' numbers - should have daunted you. FYI, they are a million times more lunatic than you are. I warn you, it will petrify the daylights out of you should they decide to run amok inside your already fucked-up system. For chrissakes, watch your words! Oh yeah, you have got some attitude, yeah, and it's as raging as your zodiac but man puh-leeze and I mean PUH-LEEEEZE leave 'em poor little souls alone!! They aren't even worth the hell for you to let the world gauge your bitchiness meter!

Oh yeah. I know right where you're coming from. I know that you just had to had to had to vent or you'd explode, right? I get you there but man, it doesn't hurt to be hypocrite sometimes, man that's how this world fucking operates now and the least you can do is participate. I mean go with the damn flow man, go right where the current leads you. That's how this world revolves since Genesis.

Oh do not harangue me about IN-DI-VI-DU-A-LI-TY shit man, let's not even go there. I know how it takes so much out of you to conform but trust me, it will do you good. Y'know Imma' tell you this for your own good - rules are there for a reason.

I know I seldom make sense man but this time I am sure as hell I know what I'm talking about. I mean c'mon, haven't you learned? Haven't all those shit and stuff and shit again and stuff and some more fuckloads of shit, I mean c'mon man, what have all those taught you, huh?!?

Oh, selective amnesia my arse. Look at your skin, look at all the scars on it. Man no matter how you try your damnenest hard to fuckin bury all those to who knows which part in oblivion avenue, the fact remains - they existed! at some fucked-up point in your life, it happened and you have your beautiful scars to prove that they did! And that didn't make you a loser because it didn't leave you senseless. Remember the cliche man, the cliche.... yeah, that one. What doesn't kill you blah-blah cliche, yeah exactly, that one. Man it made you stronger didn't it? I mean look at you. You never were the moronic type, unlike the others who need some pill or substance shit to get through what you have gone through. I admire you for that, man you should know that.

What? So HOW are you "programmed to function" then huh? And will you stop liznen' to Lily Allen, I know that's from whom you ripped that line from, you can't fool me man.

Yeah. Good god you are getting my drift. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Leave them to their businesses, and if they do not have one, and it is apparent that they have none judging from how they find ways of bugging you, then just go ahead and mind yours. You have a life. that's not saying they don't have, it's just that yours is different..and they can never get that. They can't get that and that makes it all the more intriguing. You are a puzzle they itch so much to solve. You are some apocryphal cryptograph (man I don't know where I got that) they wanna get a high decoding. Man let them enjoy the free entertainment, for they can't afford otherwise. After all, the universal law has it:

WHAT GOES AROUND,

COMES AROUND.

WARNING: READ. INSTRUCTIONS. CAREFULLY.

Wherever my itchy feet (hey, I don't have athlete's foot... I meant that as a metaphor, yo) take me, I always have baon inside my pocket. Sometimes I got a lot the bulge it creates ruins my silhouette and makes my already ginormous thighs appear even, well, mooore ginormous.

Sometimes what I take with me comes as tiny as Tink, and sometimes, they are not even tangible. And these ones, I mean these intangible ones, are my favorite. They take me farther than where I want to trek. And when I am being lead there, it serves as my armor, my fail-proof armor.

This time what do I have in my pocket?

Is it tangible?

Something that would quench my thirst and provide me the dopamine I need?

Or is it intangible?

Something that would quench my thirst for life and provide me happy-hormones, which right now, not only does its proper term escapes me - the hormone itself escapes me. And need I say it? I am sad :(

Good thing I have a good thing here lurking in my pocket. Yeah it is intangible, and that's just even better so then I'd have no fear of it going stale.

What is that good thing? (or at least good for me)




an INSTRUCTION that reads:

DON'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING
YOU READ.

It applies to me, yeah.

You can blab all your way to eternity for all I care but hey, it won't make sense to me. I know you enough to know when you're just blabbing to catch attention or save face from being hit by the bitter fact that hey, you can't go on walking on a cloud, somebody out there is out to prick your bubble with his/her tongue...or pen...or... just encoded words. Somebody out there is always all ways better than you. Not saying that it's me though, you need to prove enough to earn the comparison. Lemme' haha. Oh me and my megalomania... which is far more forgivable and justified than yours. Lemme' haha more.


And it applies to you, too.

What makes it so?

Dig for the answer in my pocket.

Lemme' hahaha even more.

Oh just shut up! You have been warned, hav'ncha?!

Question: What's on your mind? *confessions of a facebook addict

Answer:





TONI ANTONIO has the biggest problemSSS in Cyberlandia :

• she can't decide whether to post a blog here, in multiply, or a note in facebook;


• she doesn't know what to tweet yet since she can't cut her current rambling short in order to fit into the 140-character limit;
  
  
• she's torn between defending her fall from grace in Word Challenge or elevate her knowiness level in Know-it-all;
  

--- she's been battling with herself, wanting to go offline but,nah! she needs her facebook fix.



*drool

Sorry Love

" I'm not single, I'm busy. "

- Renee Zellweger

Stubborn Heart

As my hairdresser yet again
chops off layer upon layer
of the dyed strands
with which you used
to run your fingers through,



I am bravely, finally...
letting go of you.



I just wish I will listen to ME.

Who are you wearing?

"...because airtime is free"

Love the quote. love who said it - Ms. Daphne Osena.

Yes, airtime is free, but a pricey pot of eyecream isn't. I've been hooked. Addicted. To facebook. In fact it's on the next window waiting for a click.

Anyway, they better make the (band)wagon sturdier lest it crashes.

I'm really supposed to be doing something else right now. say, like hitting the sack. For once. But need I say it? I'm insomniac; or reading this month's ish of Preview that's right there underneath my pillow, waiting to be ogred upon.

Speaking of which...

Hey it's July, it's marked on my planner - their Annual Ten Best-Dressed list. And boy I so like it, oh how I like it. I mean I love this July ish the most (so far, hah). No offense meant to the ones before her but oh boy, I love the woman on the cover - Ms. Maricel Soriano. One word for her - EFFORTLESS SOPHISTICATE! *Hey, those are two words you d*mwit.... see how puyat corrupts ones mind*


Would'ja believe she's 44? And oh, I don't think it's Photoshop. I think it's grace. Grace that comes with serenity despite being successful. Not everyone can pull that off. Especially not such contradiction - success and serenity - I think it's rare that they go together. That explains why I'm serene *haha, got that?*

Anyway, 'nuff about me..

No offense meant to the ones before her but oh boy, I loooove this best-dressed woman the most (Wait! I think I just said that, I'm repeating myself, obsessing about her). Oh well...For me, this one's the ultimate best (so far). I've been Preview's avid follower since 2003 and year after year since then, it's their July issue that I look forward to the most. I've seen how their standards in picking out who'll make it to the list has improved, as well as their way of presenting/featuring these women's impeccable tastes in clothing.

But this time Preview hits it big. They not only looked on the outside, but hey, they dug deeper. With Maricel Soriano leading this year's bunch, they've proven that what's important is who/what the woman is more than who/what she's wearing.

I am Cyberslacking *c'mon, who doesn't?

I am Cyberslacking...c'mon, who doesn't?!

Uh-okay, maybe not you. 'Coz maybe you need to wake up at 6 fucking A.M. so you like hit the sack around 11PM, right... Ha-hah! Lucky for me, 6:00AM is in the middle of the night . call me slacker but guess what, I am still awake,....* APPARENTLY!duh!*... cyberslacking.

So now what am I gonna blab about, huh... I've Twittered and facebooked and friendstered and lookbooked (hey, pardon my verbs) and now I've narrowed down my cyberslacking options to, uhmn, multiply. to multiply.. wait, wait... that doesn't sound right, eh... So lemme just say, I've narrowed down my options to here, here, telling you about things that to you may seem not to matter, but to me?, OH HELL IT DOES!

Haha, 'nuff baloney, Toe-knee ...

So lemme tell you about today... or make that yesterday.

Yesterday was one of those days when I traded my lunch for something. What that something was? Oh it was worth the abstinence and starvation (or at least I thought so before I devoured its content), - this week's ish of Newsweek Magazine - mainly because it was the young and innocent Michael Jackson on the cover. Then I settled for yoghurt for lunch. I need to shed off pounds anyway .

So with my meager meal consumed to the last drop, my demanding system must have craved for more, oh of course it does, it always does. Coz after devouring the magazine *hey, I may still be hungry but I'm not being literal here, a'ryt? lez make that clear! * I didn't like what I read. It focused on classifying racial features, or colors rather, that to me it sounded too dissertation-ish, too academic, lacking in feeling whatsoever.

Anyway, I'm not designed to bark at trees even if it's the right one so there, I'll put an end now to my critic mood. Nonetheless, I still am grateful there's one article there that made my day - Quincy Jones' fond reminiscence of MJ. Yes, Quincy, He's never gone. He's in us.

Or quoting Queen latifah, "We know we had him..."

God I still find it hard to refer to him in the past tense.

This time I won't be apologetic about obsessing about him and his early demise like I do on most things. Hey it's MJ and no matter how I try to conceal it on my face, the fact remains - I AM AN 80s BABY!

I was 2 or 3 or 4 when I danced along his tracks on MTV and on my grandparents' phonograph playing his longplays/records. And I wore my USA for Africa shirt to shreds. It has a silhouette of him very much alike his picture on the cover of that Newsweek Magazine I traded my lunch with.



*sigh

I miss him.

I remembered how ecstatic I was when the good people behind Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum transported their goods in our humble City (Davao) and I was there, lingering quite a while on MJ's replica, silly to have attempted to breathe life into him through the thick glass encasement.

Oh what I wouldn't give to be able to really do that, breathe life into him, again.

Sad.

Post-birthday Special Treat

Uh-okay, you wanna go puke? Hehe. Just please bear with me a little. this is gonna be my last post about the hacknetyed subject. Promise.

I just came back from 2 nights and 3 days of crashing in in a friend's place in FAIRVIEW. From the number of rides I had to take and the number of hours it took me to get to our rendezvous, I think it's more apt that the place be called FARVIEW. Be it resolved *gavel sounds*.

I arrived at the place, with my fingers crossed, hoping my host won't send me home or worse, strangle me. She killed time in a mall waiting for me, it was so long a wait she was bloody when we met... *Whaaaaaaaaaat?!.BLOODY?? Yeah!, y'now...she was KILLING time...laugh! you dimwit! . But being the kind soul that she is, she did neither. Not only was I forgiven for my tardiness, I was given a birthday cake , the one with a sweet name - Dulce de Leche. Ain't she sweet? She is. She's so sweet she's now covered with ants.

And I thought the sweetness ended there, but I was wrong.. The yummiest of all aromas greeted me as we arrived in her crib. The one person from whom my host inherited her sweetness from was preparing a sumptous meal that reminds me of home --- HUMBA! [it's kind of like an adodo or patatim, only that it's sweeter, and part of the ingredients are bayleaf and dried parts of a banana heart]... And my host had to wipe my drool on the floor...Hehe, that was ffigurative. I was tounge-tied all the while, I has to keep my mouth closed, but not when it was time to eat, I devoured the godly meal like there's no tomorrow, I can't help burping aloud, they were staring at me. Ehermn, excusez moi. I even DEMANDED for a clear soda - the beverage that goes perfectly well with Humba. Yum!

Plus, not only that. Although my sweet host's equally sweet elder sister was dogtired from doing their week's laundry, she still prepared another mouthwatering treat. It was so good I had to try my hand at baking it the following day. Fast forward to me sweating my soul out to bake what the recipe-owner so easily prepared . >>>The meal looked the same, yeah. But did it taste the same? Uhmm... let the leftover spesk for itself... Really, I tried my best. I must have used the wrong butter. And no, it was the weather that burnt the cheese topping, not the oven temperature! !!!

And then there was the sweetest of 'em all. The sweet family's two-year old sweet tot (toddler, yo) who kept parroting sweet words.

Yeah, they are a family of sweet souls. That can also be taken in the literal sense, for when I entered the bathroom to take a shower before hitting the sack, I noticed chunks of bath soap carefully being stuck onto the little holes on the wall... to keep ants from entering, they told me.

Thank you so much Tita, ate Malou, Juan Miguele & Tina.
Thank you with all my heart. Sana araw-araw birthday ko...
*or huwag na lang, tatanda ako nyan bigla!!! horrible thought!*
And oh, I might crash in there again for the holy week...
hehe, joke lang po...kapal ko naman...

Salamat TINA, love love!!!
me luv yah, luv yah looooooooooong time

Deluge of De Luxe Blessings on My B-Day

Did you ever get the feeling that you're so whole, complete, and contended you're ready to go to heaven the soonest? *hey bitch, are you sure you're gonna get there?! Hehe, not exactly.*

That's what I felt today.
I wallowed in everything I could ever want or wish or need.
For some these may not be much, perhaps it may even amount to nothing, but I have a shallow bliss, y'know.

• prayers that await answers, prayed in a favorite church where you offer a tray of eggs
  
• a very thoughtful gay brother *do I really hafta' mention his gender, or lack thereof, all the effin' time? *
• friends, friends, friends, more more more friends
  
• birthday greetings right from the break of dawn, all throughout the day, and right before the next day breaks --- so great in number that you have no choice but delete the quotes and jokes you saved to give space to it...."Awwww...I thought you've forgotten...*yakap sa ere.."
  
• a well of apt words to express gratitude (for well-wishers) with
  
• another well (of words), a deeper one, to string and weave poetry with
• dark chocolates, chocolates, chocochococholates!
• a custom-concoction of green tea (two teabags) and milk (non-fat)
  
• huge, juicy, sweet Fuji apple in the morning
• music, music, music, non-stop non-stop non-stop music
  
• dose of art
• rain and rainbow after
• International call
• Inter-island call
• Inter-street call during caller's break from Nursing Board Exam. Review
  
• surprises
• sweet words from a hot guy *wink
• favorite sweet treat
• must-eat birthday food (according to superstition)
  
• star earrings, pop-colored belt, fab wedges, new bag purchased in Baguio to match --- fashion that invites glances from male and female alike
• nice make-up
• fresh issues of fashion magazines
  
• compliment from a friend whom you accidentally bumped into (in a cake shop)
• a birthday song from little children (landlord's children and nieces) who have to keep repeating, "1,2,3 ready sing" so they'd harmonize
• gifts from these (same) little children --- ripped-off page from a coloring book, depicting four princesses, criss-crossed with colors bleeding outside the lines;
  
• more gifts from these (same) little children --- their own take on art, with sweet doodles and innocent scribbles at the back that read: HAPPY BITRHDAY ATE TONI, I LOVE YOU from KHYLA...ATE TONIE HAPI BIRTHDAY, mec-mec
  
• and yet more gifts from these (same) little children --- old toys that are dear to them yet they know I'd love so they pile it neatly on my dresser ..."ate Toni, sa'yo na lang 'to, diba gusto mo si Minnie Mouse na nakasakay sa pink car?"..."ate Toni oh, di ba favorite mo ang yellow? sayo na to si Spongebob"...."eto pa ate toni, blue fish"...."gusto mo din ba si Shrek?"...Happy birthday Ate Toni!!!
  
• a recent favorite song
• enough moolah to afford six to eight hours of computer rental fee and cab fare, home may just be a stonethrow away but it's like 3:00AM alraedy and you know the cliche - better safe than sorry.
• plus more sweet words from the same hot guy *kileeeeeg
• Nyt nyt texts from the same well-wishers
• greetings from social network pages
• greetings over YM just a little earlier
• a greeting in Japanese
• greetings in bisaya
• a greeting in French
• greetings in English
• greetings in tagalog
• greetings even in gibberish (from 3 toddlers - the little birthday singers' cousins)
  
• et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

So did you? I mean, did you ever get the feeling that you're so whole, complete, and contended you're ready to go to heaven the soonest?

I got that feeling today.

In fact I felt like JOHNNY DEPP just kissed me on the lips and gently took my hand to guide my way on to our waiting stretched Limo, with the chauffeur ready to take us to the airport, where my man Johnny's luxe private jet awaits to take us to Paris. Whew!

Happy birthday to me.
It is happy.
I am happy I couldn't ask for more.

On second thoughts, perhaps I could.
And it's a grand, albeit futile thought...


like, say...

JOHNNY DEPP HOT!

Now, you know why I'm still single. I'm biding my time... Haha.
You wish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Oh, JD I just love you so.

The First Heavy Rain of Summer Fell on My Birthday

The first heavy rain of summer fell on my birthday.
Must it be to wash away the most recent year that has freshly passed for me?

The sky has let go of its heavy nimbus...
I woke up to it today.
I bade my gratitude, but not my farewell..
for I know I'll be needing its bridges.


On my birthday, I've known enough what gift I deserve the most,
and as it should, I knew from whom it's gonna come from -
from the most almighty Giver.

Today, on my birthday, God will give me a rainbow.

He's still painting it now with multi-colored rain.




*Written when I woke up at 9:00AM today,
at the height of a heavy rain.

Boitdei Ko Na!

Multiply has a cross-post feature that automatically, well, cross-posts blog entries from here to your blogspot account should you, of course, happen to have one. And since facebook doesn't have that, I am taking time to manually rip my status wall 'graffiti' and paste it here...


It read:


TONI ANTONIO thanks those who greeted her HAPPY BIRTHDAY at 12:00 midnight, on the dot today... one did so in FRENCH, another sassily sashayed saying: HAPPI BOITDEI BITCH, like HE ain't a bitch himself..hehe *my gay bro, Chol*... and more... DAGHANG SALAMAT KANINYONG TANAN.. :) <3 XOXO

Another Best Pre-birthday Gift: Forgiveness *from an April Fool's Day victim =)

Yeah. Excuse'z moi, I'm flaunting too much about my birthday, yet concealing how old I'm gonna be..Oh, well... as my status wall on facebook says: I'll be a year short of the big 3-oh, but I remember blogging last year that I'll stick to being 28.

I liked my cake that year [see photo], I wonder how I'll have it decorated tomorrow. Maybe like this:
for heaven's sake, grow up TONI!
Uh-huh. It will take celestial blackmail (for heaven's sake daw eh..) to summon me to act my age, and even seven heavens are no guarantee that I'll really heed 'em concern people's plea. I'll stubbornly stay a kid at heart as I noticed that it reflects my countenance, aided a little by the miracle bottles purchased over the cosmetic counter. Oh, okay, aided not just a little, the vanities are a HUGE help. They take quite a portion of my allowance after all.

Wait, I'm soaring far from what I really intend to spill here. Stay! Focus! Behave, your haywire thoughts! Ei you guys're supposed to read about forgiveness, aren't you?, that's what the tittle suggested!

Okay.

So it was like this. I tried all strategies. I battled with my thoughts. I tried all ways to spill out my contrition. A simple SORRY just wouldn't suffice.

So I tried this BITCH approach:

<<>>

My sarcasm went to waste. *sigh

So I let the issue sleep. I, however, did not. O_O

The following day, I gave it one last try. I tried a different approach. One that I so rarely use. And it worked as a reverse psychology would, for he was quick to reply:

Okay, don't be sad now. Just don't do it again even if it's April Fool's day.

Yipee. The sad emoticons worked wonders. I laced the text with these . Hey, don't get me wrong, I was sincere there, yo!

But at the back of my thoughts, I wanted to say, "Don't worry, it's still gonna be a long wait til next year...heehee"... but I supressed that child in me...


...and for once, I grew a little.
But that growth brought tears.
And I wet my pillow.

See, that's why I prefer not to grow up.
It's happier here in my carousel,
and my candy cane covers up for the bitter taste of pain.

Just let me not grow.
I'll take life my way.

I love you all.

PEACELOVEHAPPINESS



*Oh, btw... that character there that looks like a smiley drawn by a kindergarten who couldn't stay still, reads, FORGIVENESS.


toodles, love. Airborne kisses.

Pre-birthday Special Treat

I just came from a friend's crib. She had a stressful day at the office yet she still spared a breath to make me feel how I'm loved. Her call woke me up from a lazy afternoon nap, and her giggly voice was like a pail of water to my still unbathed bod *yeah,katamad eh... haha*, her bf will pick her up and they'll meet me at my favorite coffee shop, their treat. I looked forward to a venti - and I mean not my drink, but the venti convo (largest helping of conversation, yo! bashing and backstabbing, included...hehe) we are to exchange.. and by golly, I have like a barrel or two stocked in my system and it made my tongue itch .


On my way there, I suggested, no, make that demanded...(it was after all a treat for me, haha)..that why don't we just hold it in her crib... go foodtripping, and watch reruns or have a DVD marathon, I guess that's more intimate. I'm just a shallow gal, y'know, give me a Hershey's Kiss and I'll kiss you back like a puppy.

And so the itch in my gabber subsided a little *just a little. So much to share, so little time*... I bet a bunch has bitten (has bitten? not sure if my past participle is correct. I need a grammar refresher course) their tongues by now.

My burnt-out, sweet host still managed to cook the pika-pika we picked at the grocery store, while we were yakking our heart's out as her boyfriend listens. Poor thing, he can only relate to like 3% of the crazy things we were talking about... he must be mentally scratching his head, saying, tsk tsk...young girls, will be young girls... yes, YOUNG. I may grow another day older on saturday but it's just my age. *Hehe, give it to me*

The gesture was so sweet. And when I thanked her, she answered - "kaw pa, eh love kita"...

The embrace was warm and tight, as he assured, "We're always here for you".

The gift was so selfless and sincere, for when I asked them why they chose to hold it today, they answered,"for you are sure to spend it with your other friends on the day itself".

Awwww....

I wouldn't exchange it for anything in the world, for what could be grander than the gift of love and friendship.

Any tangible thing will perish.

But oh, you might get me wrong there... I'm open for other gifts.
Say, *hint, hint* a magazine subscription, gift certs for a spa or a makeover, good books (yes, plural) or whatever you feel like giving... haha.

But of course these things fall down second best. Nothing compares, lemme' repeat - LOVE & FRIENDSHIP!

Thank you with all my heart, Russel and Dada. I love you, guys.

Oh, btw.. we didn't need to watch movies...nothing beats the cinematography our chitchat could create


Toodles,love.
Early birthday greetings to me.
Cheers to a great life, and to friends who make it greatest.
And I thank God.