Mystery. Such a beautiful word. Don’t you love thinking about different mysteries, the ones that inspire you to think more, the ones that make you hungry for answers, the ones that make you feel so anxious and all that? Won’t it be great if we get to unfold a certain mystery? But then what’s the point? Mysteries are beautiful – as long as they remain to be… just mysteries. To cut the bull, Mysteries are better left off as mysteries. There’s just no fun in them if they aren’t. Period.

Mystery Number One: RELIGION.

I read my cousin’s blog and she had this certain entry about GOD. It was titled
“Debate for God”. I was so proud of my cousin that she had certain questions in her head about religion, and how she spilled her guts about her faith. Some of her questions, she had a point about. And some of them even lead me to forming my own questions in my head. True what my cousin said (her name’s Fritzie, by the way…), that there are so many questions that the Church cannot answer. Like, where did religion REALLY come from? Who wrote the bible? But what hit me the most is when she asked this question that went somewhat like “ What if religion is just a barrier?”

A barrier? What barrier?

I guess, in my opinion is that religion could be a barrier – for us to experience what we really should experience outside what the Church is teaching us. And why do we have so many sectors? So many religions? So many beliefs?

What is the point of having a religion? Of having a different practice? Of having a different way of showing our love for God, of showing that we praise Him? When all we need to do is believe – and have faith in God.

That is, for me… the most important thing. For me, this is what God wants us to feel. To believe in. For me, that’s enough. I believe that that’s what God really wants us to do in the first place. Then comes the things we shouldn’t do. The laws.

But then again, here comes another question.

How sure are we that these laws were made by God? I mean, we all can see the obvious, the things we shouldn’t do like murder, rape, robbery and all that…but how about the other things?

How do we know that religion isn’t … make-believe? What if, just like my cousin wondered… religion was put there to set up boundaries?

When we die, God won’t ask us “What religion were you practicing?”… God does not care about that detail. I believe so.

Two of the most important things is that (1) We believe in him, and (2) The good deeds we have done.

I have no questions about God. I have always believed in God. That there is a God.

But Religion itself, is a mystery.


Mystery Number Two : SEX AND LIBIDO.

Why is it such a big deal? People who have sex still crave and feel excited to see porn videos like they haven’t done it yet. When will the human specie, specifically the MALE”s libido be satisfied?

Okay. That’s a stupid question. Because the answer is obviously never.

Maybe that goes for the Female specie as well. Probably guys are just more open about it.

Maybe what I really wanna talk about is Men and their love for Pornography.

Gaahhd, what is it about seeing people have sex? Would it make you a better man watching porn videos? Would it make you learn more “tricks” ?

Guys reading this entry would think that my brain is filled with nothing but stupid questions, but what can I say? No matter how much we love them - Men will ALWAYS remain a mystery.

Same goes for their sex drive.

And their love of Porn.

And their tireless wanking.

Mystery Number Three : RELATIONSHIPS.

Do I even have to explain more? People who are in and not into relationships still find it as a mystery.

Why do we enter into a relationship in the first place?

Some people who are in love don’t want to get into relationships for certain fears. Fear of rejection, fear of getting hurt in the end, while some get into them because of some fears. Fear of being the last person alive with no one to share it with.

Why do we stay in relationships no matter how bad they are? Fear of not finding someone new to love, someone new to love us? Fear of never finding the right one? Believing that we already are with the right one… or worse, convincing ourselves that we are with the right one, even if we know deep inside we deserve so much better, and that we’re just scared to admit the truth to ourselves?

Who are we fooling?

Don’t get me wrong, not that I’m in A bad relationship, because the relationship I’m in now really is FAR from BAD. These are just quandaries.

“Someone for Everyone”.

Relationships, no matter how good will always be a mystery to us. Whether we’re in it or not, whether we’ve been in countless or haven’t been in one since birth.

No one is an expert in relationships. Even Carrie Bradshaw has a busy head regarding relationships. And I’m not just saying relationships between the opposite sex.

Mystery Number Four : MYSELF.

No matter how hard I put my gut out there, no matter how hard I try to make people understand me, and get to know the real me… My true self – that will ALWAYS remain a mystery.

But this one, however… won’t be a mystery for me.

Although … there are times when I frighten myself, too. I do things that just make me realize : Wait. Did I REALLY do that?

I stumble on a rock that I had intentionally put there.

That’s lame.

But then no one’s there to understand me, and the things I do.

But me.

So I learned that no matter what happens, aside from God… the only person you can really count on, is YOURSELF.

In those times when I’m mostly misunderstood? I lean on me. Why shouldn’t I? I’m the only one who knows the real me.

Maybe I’m a mystery myself. I don’t even know what other things I’m capable of doing. But trust me – no more silly attempts.

Mystery Number Five : LIFE.

Who doesn’t find this a mystery?

There’s so much in life we want to know. To learn.

Just like I said.

So little time.



Gawd, some people just don't give up don't they? Or is it they really are just bored with their miserable lives and pick on anyone they want to?


THIS is one heck of a day that I wouldn't like to forget. Probably since because I've just seen Lemony Snicket's " A Series of Unfortunate Events"... I myself have encountered a few unfortunate events.

Make that Nasty. A Series of rather nasty events.

A guy sent me a message in Friendster asking if I wanted to DO IT with him... I was offended (which I still am) but I rather find it funny.

Gawd. What is it with people nowadays? First the boob issue that never ends (the least one I care about but still couldn't help wondering why girls make such a big deal out of it), and now this. He even offered me money in exchange of my pictures in bikinis, even topless or naked ones. Sheesh.

Here, to better satisfy your curiosity (if you are) :

a strange and alternative request

Message: you're hot sweetie! and you're naughty too! i have
an alternative and strange request i believe you can
satisfy and we will have a lot of fun! you're body is
hot and i wonder if i can see more, do you have
pictures of yourself in bikini, topless (like when you
go to the beach) or naked to send me? i can even
pay you with hard and easy $$$ for that! well what
do you think about? OR IF YOU LIKE SEX AND
said that because students usually don't have a lot
of money and a small tip for some funny pictures
will be anything else but nice and interesting at the
same time! so i am waiting for your photos at
thank you
kisses and hugs
the naturist boy
p.s. of course i can send you natural pictures of
myself if you like me!

.... My jaw just dropped to the floor and I started laughing a few minutes later! Gosh. What an arsehole.

Paul Alexander. Gosh, you are one SON OF A BITCH.

I even think he's an impostor of some type. Notice the wrong grammar.
Well yes, I am thankful for the compliments. But I don't need his compliments. I am satisfied with the neverending bola of my boyfriend.

Hmm. As for Mr. Alexander, I've just finished writing him:

Thank you, Paul from Lucca, Italy. But I am not that desperate. :) As a matter of fact I do have enough money, and even if I didn't I still wouldn't accept your cheap offer. If you want me to help you though, I know a few HO BAGS around my school who are cheap enough (just like you) and I'm sure they'll be VERY glad to attend to your needs.

On a better note, to lessen the disappointment this message has brought you, I am very flattered with your compliments. Thanks again.

You should sharpen your skills in picking the right girl to "pick up"... you picked the wrong one though. Better luck next time. :)

Wishing you the best, and good luck with HIV! (or maybe Herpes, or Gonorrhea...tell me if you get one, okay?) ;)

May God Bless you.

I just wish him luck.

And thanks to Devil,as well...for never forgetting me in her daily life. I'm so blessed to have a blog reader like you for like, forever. May God Bless you, too.

I love life. Ja's right. I won't fucking throw it away. Ever again.



GAWD! It's a REALLY stupid question if you ask me,because the answer is right in front of me... I shouldn't be asking because it's obvious. It's just one of the thoughts that keep popping in my head. It's like this "I-couldn't-help-but-wonder" moment that never ends. I shouldn't even be putting that question out in the open like that. But hell with it. Just expressing myself. It's not a crime, is it?

For the meantime that I couldn't afford buying original dvd's of the whole SATC season, I settled for Season 6's last 4 epis. Which made me REALLY happy,by the way.

*sigh*... Life's questions...sometimes it makes me so desperate to get the answers. The right answers. Sometimes though...I think that maybe I'm just making life more complicated than it already is... maybe I really do have all the answers right now. Just too blind to see, or maybe too scared shitless to accept the truth. The reality.

But what is real? How do you know real? How do you embrace REALITY?

The things in front of you,is that real? The things happening,is that real? The trials you go through,is that real? The happiness we feel,is that real?

When is real... real?

Or maybe it's just my imprudent side talking.


Life still goes matter what way it goes. Whether we like it or not.



Haha. There ain't no business like BOOB business.

Yes, I won't be a hypocrite to say, "I do have a huge rack."

That's why I look up to Paris Hilton. She admits that she uses push-up bras in photo shoots, galas and premieres. Even in the red carpet just to make them look fuller. She doesn't really like the idea of implants. And that goes for me as well. So yes, blame my fuller breasts on Calvin Klein. They have the best bras in the world. I can get you a pair if you want, they're just about 2,000 php anyway. What color do you want? :)

I am happy with my body the way it is and I don't want to change a thing about it.

Vulgar as this statement might appear and if may seem shocking, fuck it. :) But I'm saying this anyway...

"As long as my boyfriend (the guy you just called "blind" for falling for me) loves MY rack, I have nothing more to ask for. " That's just a bonus, anyway. I love my rack. So if you don't like yours, don't take it out on me. :D

And if you have a bigger rack than me, as that of the size of the rock of gibraltar, well I'm really happy for you.

But anyway, thank you for giving my rack attention. They are very flattered. :D


Thanks, Joyce. :D

Mmm...lessee... thats about it. :D



So much that I don't have time to say what exactly IS hap'nin.

Anwyays, I will have time soon. I'll sit on my ass and type offline at the dorm and post it - when I have time, which is...what I said, pretty soon.

Okay enough, I'm not making sense.

I'm sitting next to my baby, where we can't stop giving each other kisses every 5 minutes. What? I love the guy so much that I can't help not kissing him every 5 minutes. Haha. Who cares? :D Just felt like sharing.

You'll hear more soon. :D



Oooooo. I'm intrigued.

WHAT-EVER! Like I'm supposed to fall for tags like that. First, if he really did cheat on me you should give me proof. And you should tell me that face to face. But I guess you're just bad at acting you couldn't GIVE IT TO ME personally.

And you say you don't hate me, eh? And you say you know something about MY boyfriend that I don't?


If there's anyone else in the world who knows my boyfriend, aside from his mom, his siblings and all - that's ME. I may not know so much YET but I believe I know more than you do, and I'm still getting to know MORE and MORE about him.

Sure, I believe a LOT of girls out there have been dreaming that he'd cheat on me. And they've been dreaming that he'd do it with them.

Sorry to burst your bubble, girl. But I'm just not falling for it. Never will.

But if you don't have any bad intentions like you said and you just want me to answer your question, well... My answer would be... " I'd settle things between both of us"...

Kung hindi ka nanggugulo, you shouldn't have said "You should be ready for it..." that sounds more of like a threat. And you shouldn't have tagged something like that in the first place!

But I'm not threatened. Not at all.

Amused, probably. That people make so much effort to say these things in my blog. And believe me, I know it could get worse! :D Actually it already has gotten worse. Someone even tagged me about MY boyfriend having a son!

Gawd! :D People can be so...there's not even a word for it! But pathetic would do.

But to hell with you. :)

AND YOU DO NOT TALK TO MY COUSIN THAT WAY. Fuck, I don't talk to her that way. YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO TALK ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND, AND TO MY COUSIN THAT WAY. (gawd, at least she knows how to read. It's what she does when she's bored. You should try it though. I can tutor you if you want. :D )

If you don't have anything good to say, you better shut it. Don't visit my blog. But I know that's impossible. So...fuck it. :)

Nananahimik ako sa buhay ko, and if you think you can ruin my life by saying things like these, well....No you can't. Because I love my life, and it would actually be a waste if I were to sob all over you people trying to bring me down.

I pity you, to be honest.

And why am I even saying these things? It's a waste of time. I know who Andrew loves. I know he's always been faithful to me. He loves me, I love him. What could be more important than that? :)

Hate me or Love me - I'll have to live with that, eh?

Basta ako, wala akong ginagawang masama...hindi ako guilty.

*sigh*.. God knows what people like you are up to.


I'm at SM sitting next ta Andrew right now, we've just finished having lunch at Pizza Hut where we like spent 600 bucks. Haha. Yeah I know, we're such gastadors. ;p

Sir Valerio asked me a few weeks ago if it was okay with me to be part of this program/documentary his friend was doing for OFWs. It's cool. His friend's secretary has already called me and she asked if I had a passport, and said that they'd be calling again if they had other questions. I'll post the complete details as soon as I get them.

Okay, so much for today. :D


MR. RIVERA, we'll be missing you! Hope you din't forget ta leave your gift at CAD! :D



Gwen Stefani

Uh huh, this my shit

All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just goin' to happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit

I heard that you were talking shit

And you didn't think that I would hear it

People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up

So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack

Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out

That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just goin' to happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers

No principals, no student-teachers

All the boys want to be the winner, but there can only be one

So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all

Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you

That's right, I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just goin' to happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit

Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas


A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just goin' to happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit

-- The first time I heard this ... it was mine. It definitely was mine. :D