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Below is an e-mail I got:

hi ms delicious. I like to go out with you. I'm ______ from antipolo, 35, fit, neat, goodlooking, in heat, friendly, & game. I'm quite interested in experiencing your company in private. Hope you can spare some time. You look extremely gorgeous and seductive in bed. my cell # is 0920*5*8*47. I'd like to know how to contact you by phone too. Stay wet & sexy. Smile always Ü

He sent that using his company e-mail, with the usual sgnature of his complete name, exact office address and department, designation, and contact numbers.

I replied with this :)

Technically, a man can never be IN HEAT because that phrase actually refers to a woman's fertile phase during her menstrual cycle :) HORNY or ADVENTUROUS are more appropriate words, I believe :)



And I don't have any idea how you can say I look gorgeous and seductive IN BED when we obviously haven't met... and I can bet my bottom dollar that you don't know anyone I've slept with (who also happened to take lurid pictures and video which he/they showed you)...



I'd also like you to know that i've never been one for hooking up with strangers, no matter how liberated I may come across... or what you may have heard.



Still, I guess I should be grateful for the interest... because it suggests something about me was interesting. Thank you. And may you have better luck hooking up with someone else.


P.S.

E-telecare is one of the clients of the company my husband works for as Sr. Technical Manager.

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On another note, it's been 28 days since my last period, and am still period-less today. The usual indications that a period is coming also haven't manifested... but am giving myself 10 or more blood-free days before whipping out a Home Pregnancy Test Kit. Meanhwile, it sucks not to be able to take anything for my allergies and colds... I know it's safe to take some (paracetamol, decongestant, even antibiotics when necessary) but of course I don't want to risk it (just in case I am infanticipating and being so might wreak more havoc with my immune system and further exaggerate my allergies to drugs).

Sigh. The possible beginning of the many sacrifices a woman makes (read: a mother's love).

My head aches. *Ouch*

Married for almost 5 years now, Angie and Mike are getting ready to move into their home... a home that cost them their life savings (so far) and some Pag-Ibig Loans, but a home that's theirs nonetheless... a home where they hope to raise their son (who is turning 4 years old) and maybe another child (they're shooting for next year)...

And then suddenly, Mike is taken away from all these plans and dreams by a heart attack at age 46.

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Yesterday was Easter Sunday... a celebration of the day when Jesus lived again. How ironic it must be for my friend (colleague) to have her husband die while the world is celebrating the miracle that made Jesus God.

I can also only just imagine her shaken sense of security... and the questions in her mind right now. What happens after this? How do I raise my son alone? How do I deal with the payments? Do I even live in what should have been our home? What do I do with the car? How will this loss affect my child? What if something also happens to me?

Fears... insecurities... the edge of sanity and reason...

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The news was a SAD way to start this week... I only hope God blesses my friend with some peace so she can rest enough to deal with the grief, the loss, the ensuing trials ahead... I know she has friends and family she can lean on... I know she'd be alright... but she doesn't know that yet, right now...

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Please offer a silent prayer for MICHAEL LLOSE.

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Meanwhile, spent some time with the other babies of my life.

Mat Cork, Striped Tag, Elements string, rivet and wireheart (i dunno who to credit them with), Die Cut Alpha and Slalo font



LG Free Spirit Kit, Angelina and Calvin n Hobbes font


But of course, am sorely missing Py.

I started my weekend by taking my clothes off in some dark, air-conditioned room with slow music playing in the background...

Yes, I got a massage. And I got Edith again and had a really wonderful time sleeping while her hands did wonders to my bod. She's not as perfect as Gloria was, nor as good as the blind girl who massaged me in CDO, but I wouldn't mind being her regular customer. And all this time that i've been a patron of the Blind Massage Salon at Rob Place, it was the first time last Saturday that I let oil be applied to me (actually Edith forgot to ask, for i'd really prefer a dry massage). The peppermint-y scent was nice... if only it's not summer, i'd ask for oil again!

For P350 (plus tip), it wasn't a bad way to start my weekend :)

Saturday found me and hubby with nothing to do. We ended with a new baby instead: a new personal computer! It seems surreal that my other baby (digicam) cost more than this new purchase (by around P7-8k) since the digicam is so small compared to something that occupies the entire table we use for dining (so yes, we don't have a dining table anymore).

I found out that it takes longer to format a bigger hard disk (ahehehe, despite the techie stuff we own, am really uber techie-challenged) and felt guilty that I couldn't really do anything to help hubby. But he managed to finish all the basic installations... just so I can start digiscrapping using Photoshop CS.

We were up till 4 am (Sunday), me just digiscrapping... while he's reading up on Avaya stuff in his laptop.

Friendship Buttons, Mrs. Schmuck - Sweet Chlose metal flowers, NRJ Sunnydaze Tag, LG Free Spirit Flowers & Stitch, TCO In Between Days - Ribbon, Sweet Sprinkles by Shabby Princess - Gellin Dots and Quill Font

Hubby also found me this tutorial video that had me amazed at all the little things you can do with Photoshop. Am not so brave yet to try them (esply since they'd require certain pictures) but am really having fun! I've been battling with my inherent preference to let a picture speak for itself so it's taking me awhile to let go and just embellish, embellish, embellish!

(maybe hubby's very supportive not only because he loves me, but because he knows I can't return to mountaineering in the near future because of our babymaking plans)

Of course, Sunday is CSI replays. Cousin gave me a massage while we all watched that black guy in CSI:NY channel Horatio's cockiness and Grissom's genius.

Then of course, since we haven't gone on a date for a long time now... hubby and I decided to treat ourselves to Seaside (Macapagal). Because there were only two highly-recommended restos there, we settled for G-Squared (because Aling Tonya's was jampacked) and kept to simple fares because there were only two of us. Still, we definitely enjoyed the following:


Chopped tomatoes, seasoned with soy sauce and calamansi


Grilled tuna belly (not sure if a kilo of tuna belly cost P180, grilling it cost P100)


Crabs and Shrimps in sweet-chili sauce (although I think it's more like garlic-chili, considering all the garlic in it! anyway, crabs cost P200/kilo, shrimps cost P350/kilo, and having them cooked cost P150/kilo)

Talk about filled to bursting! Actually we only consumed half of the tuna, and half of the crabs n shrimps combo. (even shared the crabs and shrimps with my colleagues at lunch today).

Juice at G-Squared was P40 (more than 100% mark-up huh!) and they had this ice cream station at Seaside that offers desserts for the entire seafood area... one offering was this large scoop of vanilla ice cream surrounded by leche flan which cost P75. They also had a band there entertaining the seafood lovers.



Taxis are abundant... vendors CAN be real noisy... but it's far cleaner and less chaotic than Dampa Libis and Sucat (?) or Seaside Baclaran. And they even had tanks for some fishes and seafood. I was absolutely drooling over oysters (even if I don't like how they taste anymore... which is weird because I could eat 2 kilos of them all by myself) and freshly prepared tuna sashimi. But again, in case I was preggy, I mustered all the self-discipline I possess to turn a blind eye to all the tuna sashimi being offered us.

Not that the food we bought weren't fresh and succulent enough, for they were! Eating the tuna belly was like eating the tenderest of pork... it was that meaty! And the shrimps and crabs are all meaty and gummy and juicy. Crabs are transported from Bataan. And ok, i'd stop raving about them now (goodnes, i've just eaten lunch!)

What's more, I had a whole pint of coffee crumble ice cream for dessert last night. Only, we were so full we dared not sleep till past 2 am.

Going home from Seaside, my hubby teased me about not being any different from Kobe beef (cows with special diet and only drink sake, and get massaged everyday... which is why they're ultra tender and tast... and dang expensive!).

Hay.... :)

BTW... I caught Kung Fu Hustle at AXN... first time I saw it... and I soooo loved it!!!!

How did your weekend go?

or so it feels right now. But warning guys, REALLY MALICIOUS POST AHEAD!

I was busy working when it occurred to me to check my YM for msgs (since I seldom log on anymore). True enough, friends readily invited me to conferences and gave me updates on what's going on in their lives right now.

A girl friend asked me, "Mec, gusto mo sumaya?"

:D To cut the story short, someone shared with her a really REVEALING PIC of someone we know... and she shared it with me.

See, the message board WildGimmick.com (i can't seem to find the correct url), an offshoot of MyGimmick.com (which I used to even help moderate), would usually arrange for this EB-sort of thing that's exclusive for guys. Guys pay upfront a certain fee to cover food, suite and girls-for-hire. The guys would usually say that it's tame... but actually it's not. Not all guys who attend get in on the action... but it can get quite raunchy in there. Think nudity and pubes everywhere, with the hired girls servicing one or two or all at the same time.

The real pathetic thing about such gatherings is that...the men forget that there are other people there who have these digicams... talk about being caught in an... err... compromising situation. Hehe. I dunno, they must be in some macho high, being naked and getting his pecker sucked and what-not. But stupid just the same.

So now, I have this picture in my inbox.

At first, I didn't want to see the pic... I mean, why would I wanna see the d!ck of the guy my former friend chose over her friendship with me, diba? But my girl friend seemed to be laughing in pure mirth and raving about how SMALL the guy's d!ck was. I caved in... and had her send me the pic.

And I sh!t you not... instead of feeling violated by the indecent act (imagine going butt naked in front of people, most of whom are strangers, and having some hired stranger suck or do you in front of all these people) and the fact that this naked guy never turned me on (plus he's my friend's bf... it's like a weird form of incest)... I WAS AMAZED instead by how I could see NOTHING except his untrimmed pubes!

It was that small!

I mean... I never had to squint to see Pyro's little wiener when he's taking a piss... but this guy, ahhh, it's like his pecker didn't have a body... only a head. So there's this brown hubcap-looking (ok, I actually used 'half a chico' to describe it to some people) entangled with his pubes and that's it. Or a mushroom head. Or some really brown PIGSA. Or some unpopped blister.

Gosh. Who knew that one of the men I really hate the most would be the epitome of "d!ck smaller than my pinky finger"... and to top it all... he's over 6 feet tall with the build of a basketball player. Bwahahahaha.

Karmic retribution is good! Life knew I could never really have him killed for being such a jerk to my friend, and for making me look like a liar... which is why Life sent me a picture that explains why he is a jerk. Truly, WALANG GAMOT SA INSECURE!!!

And to think, when the one he had a one-night stand with told me his was small... I was gracious enough to suppose that maybe he's just average-sized, which would look small indeed given his height.

Pero nde... DYUTAY talaga!

And then, it occurs to me to pity my friend. Awww... is this the pecker she gave up her virginity for? Is this the pecker she's willing to lose friends over and spend an eternity happy-fying? Should I get someone to proposition her...or at least, flash her... so she'd know that the man she so believes and defends is shortchanging her in more ways than she's ever known?

Maybe the guy is why she doesn't believe in anything good anymore... for how can there be a heaven with a d!ck so ... uhm... not there? :D

Hay naku... I was just really so weirdly elated with the pic, I even thought to forward it to the girl... just so she'd realize what her man does when he's lying to her.

Yes, such spite! I just really hate this jerk. Bwahahaha. Ngayon nya ako i-msg at sabihan na "galingan ko pagsisinungaling ko". Bwahahahaha.

*bow*

That's the usual battlecry of mothers in my neighborhood when they refer to me when we were young.

In fact, some mothers or feeling concerned citizens would even advice other girls from hanging out with me. They'd often say that my 'kalandian' might rub off on their child.

And no, they didn't call me MAARTE. After all, I wasn't the type of girl who's always dressed up nice. In fact, I didn't have a problem with getting dirty (but no, I wouldn't go so far as stink like a boy naman). MALANDI is what I was called...

Even prissy Catholic classmates would warn some of my friends against me. And again, that word would always surface in their careful conversations and concerned letters to my friends.

What made me malandi?

Basically, in the late 80s and early 90s, I loved hanging out with boys. And I had no problem wearing shorts. Short shorts (but not what you'd call p3kp3k shorts naman, ahehe).

The thing was, I didn't even have a bf in school or in the neighborhood. I just loved hanging out with boys (who are free of the pretentious air of the usual adolescent girl) and err... making them realize how most of them are idiots and how women/girls aren't the inferior lot they consider us to be.

Sure, I may have flirted with some or most of them. But like what a childhood boy friend would often say... I seem to have this wall that discourages boys from the neighborhood to really go after me.

Which is a contradiction of some sort from the fact that I grew up attracting both healthy and unhealthy male attention... from boys to teeners to old men. And I always got love letters (however idiotic the grammar used was to write them) and I always had suitors and admirers.

And I'm talking about me at an age when I haven't even hit high school yet.

High school however found me ceasing to hang out in our street (by this time, my playmates are more bent on giggling and gossip anyway) because of romance novels and love songs. I did not exactly become a recluse because I had a social life in school, but my street life stopped then.

But my playmates who were warned against playing with me? Some of them started doing drugs... dropping out of school.... and then having babies.

In fact, the malandi girl was the last to get married... and was even outdone by really younger playmates (some of whom are my brother's and my sister's playmates).

And when I see some of those I used to play with before... I cannot help but feel a little sad, knowing how most of them still live off their parents, and how most didn't finish college... and how some married drunkards and good for nothing jerks... and how some didn't get married at all after getting knocked up... and how some keep getting knocked up by different men...

and if truth be told, i'd sometimes silently mock the mothers who used to attempt to bring me down before with their judgmental ways... because hello, who's living a good life now?

Then again, back in the days when kids were being kids... and the most the neighborhood kids can taunt me with was "MALANDI!", I used to retort back "DI BALE NANG MALANDI, WAG LANG BOBO!"

Because really... though i've had my share of bad judgment, i'd hate being born stupid.

Guess what Einstein has to say!!?!!



Mwehehehe... cute no? Thanks to Toni for directing me to this site :)

Anyway, I actually love Einstein. And respected him all the more for not dying a virgin like Isaac Newton (don't ask me why, I just do). I don't understand sh!t about the theory of relativity but I dig his genius. And he, unlike other scientists, actually believed in a greater power, that there is a God. And he seemed to have lived an exemplary moral, inspiring life.

But no, am not naming any of my kids Albert or Einstein :)

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I can't wait for the book series to end... but I really know i'd cry an awful lot when that day finally comes.

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Heaven help me, am booking for another trip again.

Mr. Robert Arevalo turns 64 today. He can actually retire, and just join his family (wife, kids and grandkids) in Australia... and maybe even while away his days travelling. After all, he can afford it. Secondly, he's earned it after years and years of hard work providing for his family.

But what he does is invest on land. He's invested on mahogany trees and mangroves. He's also invested on mango trees and farming. In a way, you can say, he has returned to earth... but not to die just yet.

I had the privilege of enjoying what he's achieved so far in his investments. And I may seem biased because he is, after all, my husband's uncle, but dare I say am proud that he's doing well in a trade that our country/government seems to have turned their back on?

And now, in case you know someone who would be interested to try their hand on goat farming, let them take a peak of what R-J Goat Farm has to offer. They also have farms in Masbate, Lipa and Nueva Vizcaya.

The love of earth rubbed off on my brother-in-law, he's now attending to his own free-range chickens and some hogs at Aritao. With people like them, there just may be hope for agriculture in the Philippines.

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One night last week, Iya's car conked out somewhere in Manila at around 10:30 PM. A couple appraoched the lady and helped her. Below is a part of her e-mail:

"few nights back, I was coming home from a Rotary meeting around 10:30pm and my
car battery conked out. Good thing I was parked in front of Pugon Bakery which was open 24 hours. Not knowing what to do, I simply informed the tanods outside Pugon that my car wouldn't start (and it's probably the battery) and I just stayed inside as I phoned for help. After maybe 5 minutes, this lady approached my car and asked me "You need help?". I told her my situation and she said she and her husband can "series" their car battery with mine. Her husband pulled up in this awkwardly narrow space beside my car and took care of everything. He started my car while his wife kept their engine running. When my battery still wasn't charging he told me he could try removing his battery from their car and put it in mine. He went through the hassle of it all until my car started. I thanked them. They didn't ask for anything in return and told me that they're glad to help. They even texted me to advise me on what to do next.

I will never forget how they PROACTIVELY offered help.
I will never forget how they DID EVERYTHING they could to help me--from moving their car near mine, to starting my engine, to searching for my tools to remove the batteries, to shedding sweat to unscrew my tightly fastened battery, to actually making my car run.
I will never forget how they DID NOT ASK FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN
I will never forget how THEY EVEN FOLLOWED UP ON WHAT I HAVE TO DO next.
I will never forget their NAMES- Bing and Enrico Gaw.

I told them I will write about this experience and pass it on to you and to the
young people I mold so that they will have real stories of real people we can
look up to...and that THEY TOO WILL NOT FORGET."

The helpful couple runs Mosaic Moments, entrepreneurs who could, just as easily, have been too busy to bother themselves to help someone. And yet they did. And they went all out.

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Where some Pinoys make you ashamed of being one of them... some Pinoys bring your faith back to what is good and true and dear about being Filipino. :)