tsk tsk…lucky pigs…
October 4, 2005i was bored to death and blog-hoppin’ when i came upon these outrageous yet factual information. read on! ~_____~
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days
you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
(Hardly seems worth it.)
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months,
enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.
(Now that’s more like it!)
A pig’s orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.
(Creepy.) (I’m still not over the pig.)
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
(Do not try this at home…… maybe at work.)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body.
The female initiates sex by ripping the male’s head off.
(”Honey, I’m home. What the….?!”)
The flea can jump 350 times its body length.
It’s like a human jumping the length of a football field.
(30 minutes… lucky pig… can you imagine??)
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.
(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)
Some lions mate over 50 times a day.
(I still want to be a pig in my next life…quality over quantity)
Butterflies taste with their feet.
(Something I always wanted to know.)
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.
(Hmmmmmm……..)
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.
(If you’re ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.
(OK, so that would be a good thing….)
A cat’s urine glows under a black light.
(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)
An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.
(I know some people like that.)
Starfish have no brains.
(I know some people like that too.)
Polar bears are left-handed.
(If they switch, they’ll live a lot longer.)
Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.
(What about that pig??)
the power of hair conditioners and hair wax
i kept my promise. i went to the salon yesterday and felt like a superstar. fireworks.
my first trip (after 5 months) to the salon 15 days ago was pure bliss. it was the day after when i woke up and stared at my self in front of the mirror (sans blower) and screamed.
so i decided to go back to the salon by the end of the month for a hair spa. i did. i wanted more.
the attendants in the salon i used to go to were shocked when i entered their haven. its like they were seeing a ghost. the fact that my hair has been through world war three for the past months didn’t help either. but they survived an almost-nervous-breakdown phase and ushered me to my favorite spot. amazing what a bad hair day can do. it turns you to an instant celebrity. try going inside any salon in any part of the world looking like you have no idea that hairbrushes have already been invented and il bet 1 month’s worth of my salary that the attendants would be rushing to you with their scissors and hairbrushes and blowers as if they’re ER nurses and doctors and that you’re a dying car accident victim. good grief.
anyway, i relished for almost three hours of being pampered. i mean, ive been awake for approximately 12 hours but i never had the urge to bitch out at anyone or anything. amazing. so it goes, theyre throwing shampoo, conditiner, hair wax and all that gooey but smells-so-good stuff on my hair and im grinning and just taking in all the r&r moment i could afford after 5 months. the moment they started the hair massage almost made me cry…with relief. okay, shoot me now if im being such a drama queen but cut the crap, I DESERVED IT!
so…cheers to hair spa day!
writer’s rut (errr block…)
October 2, 2005im not in the mood to write an essay today. im just too lazy. sleepy. slacking.
so i decided to just go over these random details about me.
read on. any violent reactions, just tag me. ^_____^
3 names you go by:
1. april
2. sarah
3. bebe
3 screen names you have had:
1. ashette18
2. summer_kezia
3. happysarah
3 physical things you like about yourself:
1. hair (its so abundant! ehehe)
2. skin color (i don’t need to bake myself to get a tan!)
3. eyes
3 physical things you don’t like about yourself:
1. high forehead?
2. 36-inch hips (its takes me ages to find the perfect jeans! all of them doesn’t seem to fit! aaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!)
3. random breakouts on my face! (too much chocolates….*sigh)
3 parts of your heritage:
1. filipino
2. spanish (a inkling)
3. martian blood (im always eccentric)
3 things that scare you:
1.dying young
2. death of a love one
3. natural disasters
3 of your everyday essentials:
1. water
2. body shop lip balm
3. dark shades
3 of your favorite musical artists:
crap. i can hear them yelling at the back now saying “write my name! write my name!” oh dear. here they go. these are my top 3, ok?
1. M.Y.M.P (i loooveee this group. waiting in vain…tralalalala)
2. gwen stefani (this gurl rocks!)
3. the beatles (nobody beats the oldies)
3 of your favorite songs:
wtf??!!! again, i hear more yelling at the back! here’s my top 3.
1. waiting in vain
2. knocks me off my feet
3. what a feeling! (yeah baby, its an 80’s song! flashdance go!)
3 things you want in a relationship:
1. love. everything starts with love.
2. respect. everyone’s entitled to one.
3. trust. period.
3 lies and truths in no particular order:
LIES:
1. what men can do, women can’t. oh cm’on, cut the crap. can daddy bear his own child? its the other way around, baby.
2. brad pitt is sooo hot. im sorry guys but i think angelina jolie’s hotter.
3. ….blank…
TRUTHS:
1. chocolates makes you happy.
2. you can’t please everbody.
3. crying can make you feel better after a big fight. cussing goes second.
3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. smile
2. eyes
3. mouth
3 of your favorite hobbies:
1. reading to my heart’s content.
2. writing
3. surfing the internet for the coolest and craziest sites.
3 things you want to do really badly now:
1. sleep
2. eat
3. fool around with bf
3 carreers you’ve considered/is considering:
1. was a writer
2. aspiring graphic artist
3. dreaming to be an investigative journalist
3 places you want to go on vacation:
1. spain
2. japan
3. switzerland
3 kid’s names you like:
1. andrew
2. isabelle
3. eomer
3 things you want to do before you die:
1. travel to spain, japan and switzerland
2. bear 2 annoyingly cute children.
3. get a different day job.
3 things that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. well…i can cuss and throw profanity in your face especially if im really not in the mood.
2. i can start a fight.
3. i can sleep in the ground.
3 things that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. i drool over christian bale.
2. i can’t live without lip balms and moisturizers.
3. i watch teen flicks.
3 people that i would like to take this quiz:
1. ciao
2. fortz
3. maan
of bitching, mallows and being pregnant
October 1, 2005i decided im not gonna be bitchy today. promise.
i won’t bitch at slow fastfood attendants.
i won’t bitch at rude taxi drivers.
i won’t bitch on how hot it is.
i won’t bitch at the fact that i have to come to work tomorrow even if its my off.
i won’t bitch on the fact that we’ve been having rest day overtimes for 2 months already!
okay. relax. breathe in. breathe out.
i promised myself not to write about work today. i want to write about how people here at the office look at me, realize how ive grown, and then exclaim….”wow are you buntis?”
sigh.
first of all, im not married. not yet anyway. second, it was beacuse i was swiping plates and plates of rice meals. ive been golfing down brownies, choco mallows, cinnamon popcorn and french fries. and topping that, ive had no contact with any exercise machine nor equipment for the past 6 months. ive been lazy. lazy and gluttonous. you get the picture.
i can’t help it. i just love to eat. and im embracing it again. i remember starving myself to death on countless diets and going through exhausting exercise routines just to keep me fit and still be a part of our pep squad. i wasn’t anorexic then. i was just plain crazy.
that was decades ago. i woke up one day and started craving for a triple chocolate cupcake topped with cream and nuts for breakfast. yum.
after that day, eating became a favorite pasttime (second to sleeping of course!). id eat anything and everything. it was chaotic. and scary. my boyfriend’s scared for me.
so to cut the long story short, i ballooned and look at me now, people see me and then say im buntis. oh god.
but im happy. i mean, i don’t feel bad even if they say i look like a fat pregnant lady. as a matter of fact, i feel good. and im beginning to think i am (psychological effect!). ive always wanted to have a baby boy. been ravaging for one since last year. but current situation won’t allow me. and i wanna walk the aisle before i bulge. so like im 50/50. 50% i want to bear one and 50% practicality kicks in. oh dear.
anyway, im on my 6th choco mallow and its already 11:04am. time to log out from work and go home. my shift’s at 3 am early tomorrow. darn. just thinking about it makes me want to gulp down a strawberry sundae.
ill drop by jollibee before going home. heaven.
