I forcefully had myself tagged by this guy (I fondly call as Master Baytor) who pops in my inbox every now and then. We've been friends since 2001 (or 2002) but he's never sent me anything that reeks of chain e-mail. I went to his blog and saw below:
But first, the rules:
1. List eight (8) things/facts about yourself that people don't know.
2. Then tag anybody you wish to tag.
3. Leave a comment on his/her blog telling them they're tagged.
4. Have them post the meme (maybe he meant memo?)on their blogs and do the same thing.
5. Remember, there is no pressure. We're just keeping the cycle running.
My Eight
1) I read erotica stories via my cellphone. (Gasp!) It's an entertaining way to pass the time while I'm on 40-minute BART train commute to work. Ahihihi.
2) I don't cook because I'm afraid of hot oil and fire. My first and last attempt at cooking was way back in 1993 when Mom left me all by my lonesome to visit my sister in California. (I was still based in the Philippines then.) Before frying a chicken thigh, I donned a long-sleeved shirt, a beanie, a pair of gloves and armed myself with the thickest potholder in the kitchen. My fried chicken was burnt toast on the outside and sushi on the inside. Aargh!
3) I secretly edit the minutes of the meetings that were written by the managers in our department. Every time one of them sends an e-mail that that the minutes have been stored in the share drive, I open the file and start editing the misspelled words and insert the right punctuation marks ... or delete them when necessary. Most people in our department spell calendar as calender or add an apostrophe in all their plurals. Uh, hello?
4) I have horrible nightmares about my four-year old nephew. All my nightmares involve him in every accident imaginable. Should I go back to my shrink to discuss? Hmm...
5) I tricked my neighbors by imitating the Santo Nino and pretending to be in a trance. They prayed to me and asked me to heal them. I did this when I was in third or fourth grade.
6) I dress conservatively but my undies are sexy. I have most of the Victoria's Secret collection of bras and panties.
7) I used to think Rick Springfield was GOD. I had posters of him on the walls of my bedroom in our house and in my dorm room in Kalayaan Residence Hall back in UP Madilim. I even wrote more than 20 poems about him. This memory now makes me cringe. Eeew!
8) This tagging ends here ... right now. I will not forward this to anyone and waste his time.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
The Bitches' Brew (haha)
Overheard from a conversation in the recent Annual Bitches' Brew (haha) Convention:
ON BIRTHDAYS AND MEN
THE AGENT: Honestly, I don't mind you forgetting my birthday. It was the happiest and I just can't imagine you coming in and destroying the atmosphere. However, one eccentric bloke did. Wrote me a bloody note and greeted me "Merry Christmas." Some creatures are just out to insult your intelligence. That's why I'm here for you.
LUKA: A cyber-friend of mine sent me this Joan Rivers birthday card calling me a tramp and making a wild guess that I'd been laid on more floors than linoleum. Of course, that was a grand joke I enjoyed. But I oughtta put gravity on his balls because when I see him in person, I'll make two servings of omelette out of 'em. I told him that.
MICHIKO: I had intense birthday blues. I was even thinking of locking up in the room with my old boyfriend for old time's sake. But just sometime ago, I heard he was already sick with that kind of thing he does with that fart who lives next door to him. Oh God, I hurt. Then I remember I had to think about the lasagna, the beer, the kitchen, the old XB tapes, the hairspray, the color of my lipstick and how I'd react after he hands me that box with the Snoopy wrapper for the nth time.
BABETH: I was a little amused to learn that you're sympathetic to morons, turds and dorks. I'm afraid I'm more than sympathetic -- I dated Kamuning's village idiot and leading low-life for almost two years. Then he decided I, Babeth in shorts, uptown girl extra-ordinaire moi, with my Larry Silva outfits, my Sylvia Santos bags, my black leather Joan Crawford fuck-me pumps and cosmopolitan affectations, was not good for his public image. End of a potential love story. Now, I spend Saturday nights watching porn on cable.
ARNIVOROUS (a.k.a. The Greek from Munti): If my laughter could kill, all the men I've dated would've been dead by now. Ahihihi.
ON BIRTHDAYS AND MEN
THE AGENT: Honestly, I don't mind you forgetting my birthday. It was the happiest and I just can't imagine you coming in and destroying the atmosphere. However, one eccentric bloke did. Wrote me a bloody note and greeted me "Merry Christmas." Some creatures are just out to insult your intelligence. That's why I'm here for you.
LUKA: A cyber-friend of mine sent me this Joan Rivers birthday card calling me a tramp and making a wild guess that I'd been laid on more floors than linoleum. Of course, that was a grand joke I enjoyed. But I oughtta put gravity on his balls because when I see him in person, I'll make two servings of omelette out of 'em. I told him that.
MICHIKO: I had intense birthday blues. I was even thinking of locking up in the room with my old boyfriend for old time's sake. But just sometime ago, I heard he was already sick with that kind of thing he does with that fart who lives next door to him. Oh God, I hurt. Then I remember I had to think about the lasagna, the beer, the kitchen, the old XB tapes, the hairspray, the color of my lipstick and how I'd react after he hands me that box with the Snoopy wrapper for the nth time.
BABETH: I was a little amused to learn that you're sympathetic to morons, turds and dorks. I'm afraid I'm more than sympathetic -- I dated Kamuning's village idiot and leading low-life for almost two years. Then he decided I, Babeth in shorts, uptown girl extra-ordinaire moi, with my Larry Silva outfits, my Sylvia Santos bags, my black leather Joan Crawford fuck-me pumps and cosmopolitan affectations, was not good for his public image. End of a potential love story. Now, I spend Saturday nights watching porn on cable.
ARNIVOROUS (a.k.a. The Greek from Munti): If my laughter could kill, all the men I've dated would've been dead by now. Ahihihi.
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