Yes, we're mean, but we're friends....

to protect some people, i've taken the liberty of changing their names para maaliw naman kayo hehehe.
misha --> my girl friend
misho --> misha's ex
mishwe --> misho's new gf
mishungai --> my ex
mishwa --> shai, my ex's fling
mishu --> my and misha's common guy friend


misha: ineng me ikukuwento ako sayo...analyze natin...feeling mo ano kaya to...
misha: kasi ganetch yun...
zhinesade: ano?
misha: yung gf ni misho ngayon...si mishwe...nagsend ng friendster message sa akin...sabi nya get well soon sweetie
zhinesade: o tapos?
misha: tapos reply ako syempre na nagkamali sya ng sent at baka para ke mike yung message na yun
misha: ang labo di ba? kasi bago ka makapagsend ng messge eh click mo dapat muna yung profile nung tao?
misha: anyway, di ako nakatanggap ng reply sa kanya hanggang ngayon...at nagpadala sya mga last last week pa ata...
zhinesade: aaaaaa
zhinesade: baka nagpaparamdam lang
zhinesade: kasi nagseselos...?
misha: sa friendster? di ba pagmagpapadala ka ng personal message eh click mo profile ng taong padadalhan mo?
misha: anywaayyy...tinanong ko si misho....sabi ko kung me nabanggit ba sya ke mishwe tungkol sa akin...
zhinesade: aaaaaaaa
zhinesade: ano daw?
misha: sinabi ko rin sa kanya na nagpadala si mishwe ng message sa akin kaya ko natanong yun...pero di ko sinabi na me sweetie sa huli
zhinesade: aaa
zhinesade: ano sabi nya?
misha: nabanggit lang nya na me cyst nga ako at under medication...yun lang daw
zhinesade: aaa nyeh
misha: tapos tinanong ko sya kung nagkasakit ba sya
zhinesade: baka selosa yung girl
zhinesade: ngetnget ba?
zhinesade: ano name sa prengster dali.
misha: kahit kelan...basta nitong nakaraang linggo kung nagkasakit na sya
misha: tapos sabi nya hindi daw
zhinesade: paramdam lang ang girl, malamang
misha: mishwe lang ang nakasulat na pangalan...tsek mo yung name na misho sa profile ko
misha: kaunti lang friendster nya
misha: paramdam sya hanggat gusto nya...wala akong pakialam sa kanya
zhinesade: hahahaha
zhinesade: taru
misha: magselos man sya and all that shit
zhinesade: hahaha sarap noh?
zhinesade: ng nasa kabilang side ng coin
zhinesade: hahaha
misha: kaya ngayon iniisip ko kung talagang gf nya yun or what
misha: kasi...matagal ko nang natsek yung profile ng girl na yun...bago pa kami magkahiwalay talaga ni mike
zhinesade: aaaaa and? maganda ba?
misha: at sinabi rin ni misho na me bf si mishwe..4 years na sila
misha: mas maganda ako no!
misha: lamang lang nya siguro magandang boses...
misha: maganda daw ang boses e
zhinesade: ahhh hahaha
misha: eh ayun na nga...its either sabay kami na gf nya or ganun lang kadali na pinalitan nung gurl yung bf nya of four years!!!
zhinesade: hahaha
misha: what do u think?
zhinesade: may sira ang friendster e
zhinesade: di ko nakikita friends mo
zhinesade: ano na lang name ni misho dun?
misha: : misho
zhinesade: misho ano?
misha: punta ka na lang sa profile ko
zhinesade: e ayaw nga lumabas ng friends mo sa profile mo
misha: ay sige...misho pao...
misha: pero maraming misho pao na lalabas...hanapin mo na lang yung me age na 2* at taga chuchu
zhinesade: okay, ay, ayaw ipakita friends lang daw nya pede
zhinesade: hahaha punyeta, kakafrustrate to ha
misha: syet panu mu makikita?
zhinesade: pahiram ako ng prengster mo
misha: sige type mo misha@hotmail.com
misha: tapos password ko cutesypie
zhinesade: tanginang password yan
misha: hehehe yan tawag ng nanay ko sa akin
zhinesade: nasa messages mo pa ba yung email nun babae?
zhinesade: tangina, mej panget ha
zhinesade: mukhang OFW din
zhinesade: hahahaha
misha: o di ba!?
zhinesade: parang mag-seseventeen pa lang sya
misha: pareho kayo ng kumpanya nagwowork!
zhinesade: sabihin mo kay misho, pakitaasan ng konti ang taste
zhinesade: nakakahiya naman sayo
zhinesade: na ang ngetcheru ng pinalit nya hahahaha
zhinesade: hay misha
zhinesade: wag ka magalala
zhinesade: mas maganda ka nga
zhinesade: naglogout na ko
misha: o deba?! what can u say???
misha: haaay talaga
misha: kaya di masyadong insecure lola mo... medjo lang
misha: alam ko mas maganda ako sa kanya
zhinesade: hahaha
zhinesade: eniwei, kakilala pala ni mishu yung girlet ni mishungai
misha: tanghena alam mo ba binati ako ni misho na tumataba daw ako!!! tama ba yun???!!!
zhinesade: haha, sabihin okay lang, di ka naman pumapatol sa mukhang yaya
misha: sinong gurlet?
zhinesade: yung mishwa na malandicious
zhinesade: hahaha
zhinesade: with a matching picture together pa sila
zhinesade: susme
zhinesade: naturn off ako kay mishu hello ha
misha: mukhang yaya...friend talaga kita!
zhinesade: hahahaha
misha: aaahhh mishwa....di ko pa rin nakikita...
misha: nsa friendster ni mishu o ni mishungai?
zhinesade: ni mishu
zhinesade: mishwa langtaste full name
misha: teka tingnan ko
misha: naglog off ka na sa friendster ko?
zhinesade: oo
zhinesade: sige tignan mo muna yosi alng ako
misha: o cia
misha: hindi nga maganda
misha: simpleng simple lang ang itsura
zhinesade: mukhang OFW with her previous picture na nakakulay ang hair noh
zhinesade: duh duh duh
misha: oh well...mahilig ang mga ex's natin sa mga mukhang tsimay...pero ne! di tayo mukhang tsimay ha!
zhinesade: i know ako hindi hahahahaha
zhinesade: tangina misha magpunta ka nga dito at nang sumaya tayo apreho
misha: baket?
zhinesade: miss na kita
misha: haaay kung marami lang akong kwarta! baket hindi!

Miss ko na si misha* (not her real name, of course!) shyet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lowest of the lows

Have an ex. We broke up because of this girl named Shai. But they never really formally got together, from what he tells me (of course, he could be lying, but I doubt he is). Now, we're friends. And I'm over him. And I'm assuming he's over me. However, my whole break-up theory was, he needed to go out there and find out stuff about himself for himself. because he's always had this view of himself as someone who was close to perfect ethics and morals (this, he could contend, but who really cares). Now, he's at an all-time low, and we still talk. And, sometimes, I can be a real good psychiatrist and a really bitchy ex-girlfriend in the same instant. Rarrrrr.

zhinesade: hmm...well, like i always said...if you need to experience it, go through the whole thing with everything you've got
ex-(rocker)-boyfriend: onga e... im kinda learning that now
zhinesade: :-
ex-(rocker)-boyfriend: im trying to be as low as i can stomach
zhinesade: yep.
zhinesade: you're a man. being a man is low enough

YM

Sometimes, when you're bored, chatting in cyberspace is a good way to keep you occupied and make you think of stuff you wouldn't normally think about. Like the elections, or politics, or relationships, or likes and dislikes, or obsessions and compulsions.

But these private messages....These are waaaaaay weird. Just goes to show that there are a lot of lonely people out there, just reaching out, wanting to be acknowledged.

jigjiggler: hi hows it goin? wanna say i like ur profile and u r very pretty,
zhinesade: thanks
jigjiggler: welcome sorry if i was bothering u just showin respect
zhinesade: np

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deldar_us: hi
zhinesade: yes?
deldar_us: hi
zhinesade: ?
deldar_us: deldar
deldar_us: u?
zhinesade: what?
deldar_us: asl?
deldar_us: plz
deldar_us: ok

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tony_c872:
zhinesade: ?
tony_c872: You're attractive...
zhinesade: um....thanks...
tony_c872: lol...sure.


Oh well.

A CSI-ish take on Celine Dion's Vegas house

A friend told me about his Vegas trip.

One of the more interesting things I was told was that Celine Dion had a contract with a Vegas hotel to put on a show 5 times a week for five years there. I had heard of this, but I didn't know the details. It turns out that she had only 2 conditions --- 1> that she be built her own auditorium for her show, and 2> that they would build a replica of her house behind the auditorium so her children would feel at home when they visited her.

'Replica?' I asked my friend.
I didn't think that was the right word. I think of replica and I imagine something like a wax form of Elvis Presley or a miniature doll house to look like your old house. Not a real house that looked and functioned in the same way as the original did.

For example, a copy of the Mona Lisa exists in lots of books, and have been replicated to become posters for hotels and restaurants. But they aren't as valuable as the original. Why? Because the strokes are different. They don't carry the history of the original Mona Lisa.

On the other hand, the house built behind the new auditorium in Vegas will function in exactly the same way as her old house. Additionally, it's of the same scale. So, I hesitate to call it a replica. Hmm... Gimme a term... ho-hum.

CLONE! It was a clone. It was not made with the exact same materials, but it functioned and was the exact scale of the original, which meant it was also valued the same as the original.
But, then again, the word 'clone' has a cultural context that makes most people associate it with humans or living things. So to make my 'call' (as CSI calls it) more plausible, I had to look in the Internet and see what these two words meant to back up my theory.

Dictionary.com had this to say:

rep·li·ca (rpl-k) n.
- A copy or reproduction of a work of art, especially one made by the original artist.
- A copy or reproduction, especially one on a scale smaller than the original.
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[Italian, from replicare, to repeat, from Late Latin replicre. See replicate.]

clone (kln) n.
- A cell, group of cells, or organism that are descended from and genetically identical to a single common ancestor, such as a bacterial colony whose members arose from a single original cell.
- An organism descended asexually from a single ancestor, such as a plant produced by layering or a polyp produced by budding.
- A DNA sequence, such as a gene, that is transferred from one organism to another and replicated by genetic engineering techniques.
- One that copies or closely resembles another, as in appearance or function: “filled with business-school clones in gray and blue suits” (Michael M. Thomas).

The last definitions for both say it all. They confirm my theory.

Ha.

Off to lunch now.

Taken for granted...

Have you ever felt that someone you actually thought was close to you suddenly took you for granted or changed in such a way that they seem distant?
A friend perhaps, or a significant other.
Well, it doesn't really matter. But the phenomenon begs to be discussed. Or at least recognized.

People seem to think that being taken for granted happens after someone gets really close to you and sees your personality under a microscope, instead of under a picture frame. They see all the flaws, and forget the whole picture of the you they had first gotten to know, adore, and/or love.

It sucks. I, among many, should know. I have been on both the giving and receiving end of this horrible travesty.

The question remains, though. How do we get over it?

Does spending time apart give you the space to see them in the macronucleus of things? Or do the flaws remain, and Daddy Distance's only work is to make sure the taker gets away from the flaws as fast as possible.

Or is it just a matter of nature taking its course? Average people (and i do mean average, as in typical --- single, around my age, independent) do not want to be tied up in too much drama for fear that they just might find themselves helpless without the other one day. Okay, maybe not helpless. But unconditionally loving the other.

What's so wrong about that, you may ask. Come on! Think about it. It's not by some universal force that we grow a realtionship with the taken. There's effort involved. And after all this effort, you see all these flaws that could hurt you, would you still accommodate the taken? Or say, 'Hey, it's been nice, but i gotta get somewhere safe.'

In this case, 'safe' is being in an emotional state that the taker can handle. Something that cannot hurt them at will. Which is something takens can do to takers if taker don't take the takens for granted. You getting this?

Let me give you an example. Person A learns to swim when she's 12. She loves swimming, the thinks. Swimming takes up most of her time now. But she's not good enough with swimming to win any medals, or get any elevated recognition, much less get a scholarship at a university. And her grades aren't too high, because her priority was swimming. And then, one day, she meets a lady who also used to love swimming, but quit, because there was no career in it for her. And her sister died of drowning, and swimming did her no good in saving the sister. So she lost hope. And Person A thinks, 'Is swimming all I want? Is it going to complete me?' Is it everything that is important to me?' And one day, after much thought, but not much options, she suddenly just drops swimming and goes on with her life, trying to erase the whole memory of swimming. And she lives. And she's still normal and happy and content. Complete? Well, I don't know about that. But she lived.

Get it? Hmm. Not quite, huh? How about if you replace the word 'swimming' in that previous paragraph with 'person b'. Do you get it now? It's a risk. And either way, you'll probably end up fine. And taking someone for granted is really not a sin. It's just a choice. But always a choice that should make us stop and think. Is it worth it? Will it make me happy? Make me complete? Make me a better person? Am I taking away from myself if I leave this other person behind?

Me? Preaching? I'm not preaching. I have taken so many people for granted, I'm pretty sure I'd be amillionaire if I could take them all back. But the past is a shade, the present is a nucleus, and the future is a cloud.

I should be so lucky to stop and think every time I start doing this. God knows I've done it more than I have cared to.

Spur of thoughts

--- Did you know that men would rather attend their guy friends' bachelor parties rather than their wedding? Found this out the hard way, ahem. Hahaha. On the other hand, I know from my girl friends, that they would never miss their girl friends' weddings for the world. Kinda weird, isn't it? Well, like my friendwork mentor told me, 'Whatever you think you'd do in a given situation, that's most positively not what your men-lets (in lieu of boylets) will do.' Go figure....


--- Did you know that some dog owners in the US actually fight with each other (and some even take each other to court), when bad things are said about their dogs. Apparently, it's defamation of character....What the ----!!!! Never mind.


--- It is best to water your plants in the morning or in the afternoon (3pm-ish, I think...). Watering at night is ill-advised as this will attract all sorts of bugs into your garden. Watering when the sun is at its highest point in the sky is even more dangerous, as your plants' tendency is to "overdrink" the water ( and then they burst hahahaha. Kidding!).


--- I still get carded. Apparently, in the US, being 'carded' means the doormen (big guys with arms so wide they can even stand straight when their arms are by their sides hahaha) have to ask you for an ID to make sure you're over 18. To have this done to you once is acceptable. But having the same doorman approach you once you've gotten in (to check again) -- irritating. And if the bartender asks for your ID again when you order your drink....nasty! Oh well. I can't help it if Filipinos look so youthful! :-D


--- I have discovered that I have so many weird phrases from different people (and some that I invented), that some new friends kinda think I'm weird, or just very stupid...I say stuff like:
"He-llo-ow, Telepho-own"
"Bahala na si Batman"
"Don't shy"
"Kung ayaw mo, 'wag mo"
"Come what may" (when asked about plans)
"Low ESQ" (I mean EQ haha, but I say this all the time as a Tribute to Tanduay)
Okay, okay. These are just a few. But I swear, I'm weird. Oh well.


--- I find that my name actually makes people remember me a lot more than I remember them or their names. I'mv ery bad at names. Veeeeeeeeery Bad.


--- Some men actually do say stuff just because they think it's what women want to hear. I've had a lot of male friends, but they've always been very honest with me, seeing as I'm always one of the guys. BUT, I met someone. And this new friend is nice. Sweet. One time, though, he did mention that he does that to women. And another time, later on, I felt like he was doing that to me. Gotta stop it. Gotta find a way. Or I'll die. Hahaha.


--- Very different courting/dating culture in the Philippines and in the US. Back home, a guy and a girl could be a dating for a year and would still not consider themselves officially "together". In the US, however, after a few dates, they would. They'd talk about it and, surprisingly, their "anniversary" is set retroactively. Yep, they think back to their dates and determine where the significant moment really was. Ain't that strange?


--- Geting your skin burned while sunbathing or going to tanning salons actually makes you more prone to skin cancer. True. sad for white people and light-skinned Asians, but true. Long live Brown people! :-P


That's it for now. Gotta go. I apologize for not having more interesting updates. Too much work. Very little play. Hopefully, I get to try out painting this weekend. I promise to tell you guys all about it.

What's in a Title

Okay, I'm making this short and sweet.

One of my avid readers (ha! Wish ko lang), Poch, noticed something weird about my blog last Friday. All my latest entries contained the letter "P" in the title. Did anyone else notice?

Could it be her CSI potential shining through?
Or does she love me so much that she notices all the little things?
Or does she just not have enough things to pass her time with?

Hekhekhek. Love ya, Poch.

By the way, the next entry was supposed to be entitled "Baby Ryan's Party and then some..." but I saw the "P" in there and decided against posting it today. I'm waaaaay too superstitious these days to tempt fate into making me overthink about that darned "P in the title" thing. Haha.

Me?
Weird?
Of course.

Anyone of a lesser caliber would never do with my woof-meow-moo boyfriend, my workaholic-shopaholic-foodaholic-alcoholic-yosiholic-roadtripaholic friends, ang my overly worrywart family.
Now, if you're reading this, and don't belong to any of these groups...hmmm....think about that for a sec. And then ping me or send me an email or something. Hahaha. Because I might not even know you're alive. Or I might just be ginoring you on purpose.

Gotcha!

Playstation

I feel like I'm getting fatter. Seriously.

I know a lot of women say this, but I just finished updating my photos online, and I have SEEN pictures of myself from December...and boy, have i grown horizontally since then!!!

Dammit, I need to start losing me some weight. And I don't like gyms. In fact, it's treading the line between dislike and hate...and infinitely approaching the hate side of it. Maybe it's just the whole dressing up to go to the gym that gets me psyched out. I mean, be with people who shop and say 'I need gym shoes, gym sweatpants, a gym sweatshirt....', the list goes on and on and on. I mean, why can't I just wear a normal shirt? Why can't I just wear normal boxers? I keep imagining myself entering the gym in my normal oversized shirt and wornout jogging pants and everyone just stopping their regimen to stare at me in disbelief. Weird, I know, but it kinda scares the s*** outta me.

And I can't very well go jogging outside. The gym is a controlled environment, where only a certain number of people see you...But how about people who judge you by the way you look when you're out jogging the streets....Besides, the weather's been a big ugly woman, changing her mood EVERY SINGLE DAY these past two weeks. And I don't hear that she's going to start being consistently spring-cheerful int he next coming weeks.

And so my only solution ---- PLAYSTATION!!!!

I was in New York last weekend, and Poch (a friend of mine), has recently bought dance revolution for her PS2. I remember I had tried playing Dance revo when I was in third year college, and I got addicted. As I stepped onto the pad, evverything seemed to come back to me in a rsh. And in one night, I got addicted. And I noticed that I perspired. A lot. Coooooooool!!!!!!!!

Now, my next goal is to buy a playstation and get into shape while I'm here...and maybe get really good at dance dance revo. I heard there were contests in some places....And maybe, like after a gazillion years, I could compete...Or maybe, in my daughter's lifetime, they might offer a coruse on it in college. And I could teach. And I'd eb a hundred years old, but I'd beat the hell out of all my students!!!

Woohoooo!! What d'ya think?

"Dream big, live big", baby.