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Friday, April 28, 2006

Masculine or Feminine?


A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that
in Spanish,unlike English, nouns are designated as
either masculine or feminine.

''House'' for instance, is feminine: ''la casa.''
''Pencil,'' however, is masculine: "el lapiz.''

A student asked, ''What gender is 'computer'?''

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split
the class into two groups, male and female, and
asked them to decide for themselves whether
''computer'' should be a masculine or a feminine
noun.

Each group was asked to give four reasons for its
recommendation.

The men's group decided that ''computer'' should
definitely be of the feminine gender (''la
computer''), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their
internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate
with other computers is incomprehensible to
everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long
term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you
find yourself spending half your paycheck on
accessories for it.

(No chuckling... this gets better!)

The women's group, however, concluded that
computers should be Masculine (''el computer''),
because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to
turn them on; this normally doesn't take long!!)
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think
for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems,
but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that
if you had waited a little longer, you could
have gotten a better model.

The women won.

Contributed by bing :: 11:27 PM :: 3 comments

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Monday, April 24, 2006

the makings of a psycho single female - part 2


this is a continuation of the story of stella. you may read the beginning here.

Feb 14

Why is the sky blue? Where do we go when we die? How was the universe created? Is there really a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Are fairies real? Why didn’t he ask me out? Tonight, in my valentine post-mortem, I received a message from him. “I wish for your happiness.” Again, how was the universe created?

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April 4
Yesterday, he said that he wanted to meet up. What’s this important thing he has to say that he has to see me in person? It’s been four months since we last went out and this big space gaping in between us simply doesn’t add up to a proposal for a relationship or revelation of deep emotions. The Cinderella inside me hopes that it is good news. The Cruella de Ville says it is good news. “If you’re the type who likes bad news!” says she, and then laughs her evil laugh as my stomach churns for a good fifteen minutes.

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April 22

Cruella was right. Happy endings are just the fake versions of any fairy tale fabricated by sissies, in the true version of the story, there never really is any happy ending. Little red riding hood really was eaten by the wolf. The little mermaid didn’t become a human but a sea foam, floating worthlessly across the vast ocean. The news that he has a girlfriend is the real ending to my own tale. He has a girlfriend. I had to write that down again, maybe it would stick this time. A girl he met at the end of December. He has a girlfriend. A girl whose name I couldn’t even pronounce.

Cruella, you really should have been the heroine of the story.

**********
June 7

Nuninuninuninuninu.... I feel like chewing 26 bubble gums today.

**********

the next entries don't make sense anymore so it may not be appropriate to post it here, as they evidently show the extent of her derangedness. at some level, all of us have the tendencies to be a bit crazy when dealt with a hard blow on the heart. sometimes we fall and we fall hard, become a little bitter, lose some of our hopes. to those who've had their hearts trampled on, we know that there's a litle bit of stella in all of us.

Contributed by Hera :: 11:46 AM :: 4 comments

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Friday, April 21, 2006

Might as well blog about this


From Mistyeiz

cat : 4 month? i dun get it? u're in an LDR too? i thot u were happy n single? ;) anyway, distance can either make the heart grow fonder OR out of sight, out of mind. you choose babe. plus, affairs of the heart are a little too fragile to b too defined, dont u think? so who's this hunk who has managed to snare the wild cat, huh? SPILL! lol :P

I mentioned him in one of my earlier posts, I called him The Stud.

As I said, it's not much of a relationship. By that I mean that it's defined by what it's not. (Duh.)

TS and I are not "steady." As you said, affairs of the heart are too fragile to be too defined.

We cannot be exclusive. In exchange for fidelity, we can only promise each other "priority."

LDR? More like LD friends with benefits. I'm crazy for him, but I don't let him know that. Oh crap, I already told him that. Fair enough, though. He came clean with his feelings, too. Although we both said, you'll never hear me say this again, ok?

I met him late last year, after Christmas. I was horny, he was hot, we had mind-blowing sex. And guess what? We ended up liking each other, too much to just let it be a one-night stand. Or two. Or three.

I thought his being based in another country was going to make it easier to forget. No such luck. We email and SMS constantly, about everything, from the intellectual to political to the downright obscene. Oh, and yes, we do see each other when both work and time permits.

The tough part is knowing that this isn't going to last. Even if we do agree to commit, be exclusive or what, there is no happily ever after in the horizon. (No, he's not married.)

It breaks my heart to know that he will never be completely mine.

Contributed by categorically imperative :: 1:51 PM :: 4 comments

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Thursday, April 20, 2006

I'm over it. Finally.


Sorry - Madonna
.
Chorus:
I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
I heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna know
Please don't say "forgive me"
I've seen it all before
And I can't take it anymore
.
You're not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you've gone too far
I listened to your lies and all your stories [I listened to your stories]
You're not half the man you'd like to be
.
(chorus)
.
Don't explain yourself 'cause talk is cheap
There's more important things than hearing you speak
You stayed because I made it so convenient [I made it so convenient]
Don't explain yourself, you'll never see
.
I love this song coz it made me realised that I'm finally over him. Getting married doesn't mean you can just up and leave it all behind for memories will alway be there but the difference is that I don't feel a certain tightness nor heartache no more. I guess this is what it feels like to be liberated.

To be free. Forever.

Contributed by mistyeiz :: 5:21 PM :: 6 comments

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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

To all ye lonely hearts


Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations? O my fears,
That this can scarce be right! We are not peers
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
That givers of such gifts as mine are, must
Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!
I will not soil thy purple with my dust,
Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,
Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.
Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.


Sonnets from the Portuguese, 9, Elizabeth Barrett-Browning

Contributed by categorically imperative :: 9:21 AM :: 3 comments

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Woohoo!!! Go Lalita!!!


For Ron, Guy, Punzi, and all the hot guys of BSB. Traipsed on this lovely video yesterday.

Girls, maybe we can learn a thing or two from Lalita here.

Below are the equally hot lyrics to the song she's dancing to.


As seen on Break.com


FEELIN LOVE Paula Cole

Love, love

You make me feel like a sticky pistil...
leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like a mister sunshine...
Himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass...
While we're rollin'
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's runnin' between...
my thighs

CHORUS:

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love

You make me feel like a candy apple
All red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and...
I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt...
That I'm wearing
And you would open the door and tie...
Me up to the bed

Chorus

Lover, but I don't know who I am
Am I Barry White? Am I Isis? Ohhh...
Lover, I'm laced with your unconscious
Oh baby babe babe baby
I will be your Desdemona ahhhhh...

Take your time

You make me feel Ahaa
You make me feel WooWoo baby
You make me feel Ahaa mmm
You make me feel loved

Contributed by categorically imperative :: 4:03 PM :: 10 comments

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Monday, April 03, 2006

Are Men Happier People?


Received this in an email recently...

I dunno if "happy" is really the right word,,, but think about it... you guys certainly have it "simpler" than most females:

  • Your last name stays put.
  • The garage is all yours.
  • Wedding plans take care of themselves.
  • Chocolate is just another snack.
  • You can never be pregnant.
  • You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
  • You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
  • Car mechanics tell you the truth.
  • The world is your urinal.
  • You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
  • You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
  • Same work, more pay.
  • Wrinkles add character.
  • Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
  • People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
  • The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
  • New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
  • One mood all the time.
  • Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
  • You know stuff about tanks.
  • A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
  • You can open all your own jars.
  • You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
  • If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
  • Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
  • Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
  • You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
  • Everything on your face stays its original color.
  • The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
  • You only have to shave your face and neck.
  • You can play with toys all your life.
  • Your belly usually hides your big hips.
  • One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.
  • You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
  • You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.
  • You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
  • You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.


So whadday'all think? Are men "happier"? An idle mind wants to know :D

Contributed by *lynne* :: 6:15 PM :: 6 comments

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the makings of a psycho single female - part 1


meet stella, a beautiful, mild-mannered and promising young girl. at least she used to be. now she's one hell of a tragic disaster and she doesn't know it. only her friends and family could claim to her erratic and mildly-scary behaviour as she would sometimes burst into song in the middle of a quiet dinner or go to office with her hair uncombed and still dripping wet. how she turned up to be like this is a mystery to all. until we found her diary beneath a pile of decapitated ragdolls and bubble gum wrapper that she kept under her bed. read on . . .

aug 22, 2005
date one

we were supposed to meet in front of the bookstore but when i arrived there five minutes after our agreed time, i found only unfamiliar faces also waiting and standing by. after a text message to tell him that i'm in our waiting place, i went inside the bookstore to browse on the new covers that i have longed to buy but never did. another 5 minutes. 10 minutes. he still wasn't answering. i was beginning to worry when my phone rang. it's him. he's waiting somewhere else. i immediately made my way to the sporting goods store where he's waiting, my feet shuffling fast against the shiny marble floors. when i finally saw him, he's already looking at me, a wide smile painted on his face. i felt like running. and i think i did. when we were four inches apart, i felt a sharp painful sting on my right arm. he felt it too. it was electricity, a spark. between us.

and i thought those were only a myth in romantic movies and sappy love songs.

*********
oct 21, 2005
date four

i felt an almost blinding light on my eyes as i wake up, eyes squinting against the open window. it's past ten and the sun is high against swirling white clouds in a blue canvass that is the high morning sky. still lethargically stretched in my bed, i reach up to feel my lips and feel a smooth, strecthed surface that is quite painful to the touch. i think i burned my lips. last night he told me his lips felt like burning too. i chose not to tell him im having the same experience. after all, lips are not supposed to burn after kissing.

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dec 23, 2005

my phone beeps again. his third message for the day. it's almost christmas and everyone has that warm fuzzy feeling that only the holiday season could bring. everyone smiles and is in a very good mood. especially me. i smile a lot these days. i told him that in a text message, to which he replied that he is glad to have made me happy. and i am. i think i fell for him. but i haven't told him that yet.
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to be continued . . .

Contributed by Hera :: 2:24 PM :: 6 comments

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