Explain to me!

Guy A: Can I ask you a question?

Guy B: Can I ask you a question?

Guy C: Can I ask you a question?

Guy D: Hey, can I ask you a question?

Guy E: I ask you a question, can?

GUYS

Can you please explain to me WHY do you like to do this everytime you wish to ask a question?

It has always been from a guy no matter what. My girls don't do this. When they want to ask a question, they just get on with it and they ask THE question. Yes the question that they ACTUALLY want to ask!

And I know I'm not the only one who gets this often. I've had girls going on about this. So explain to us girls.

Why can't you guys just ASK the question you really want to ask. Just ask! Why the hell do you need to ask us " Can I ask you a question?"

 first?

Is it a guy thing?

I'm not saying it's wrong but it is annoying. Maybe it's a guy thing that us girls just wont't get it.

But the next time a guy asks me this again before he wants to ask me a real question, my answer will most definitely be...

NO!

*i know the dumbass picture of Hercules has nothing to do with this but it's just for some dramatic effect. You should know me by now, I can't stand my post without an illustration*

just like cocaine addiction

Working out can never get better without the presence of music pumping at the background; especially when you're doing effing crunches that cracks you like nobody's business.

And who says you gotta lift weights or rely on cardio ONLY??

Kickboxing or dance moves are the BOM as well people!!!

Imma make this short and sweet because truth of the matter is I'm plain pissed off right now and I just finished punching the air, so what gives...

A couple of dance moves currently addicted to...

Single Ladies by Beyonce:


Everybody by Rudenko (can I mention that the guy in the video is SMOKIN HAWT?)


Give it up to me by Shakira ft Lil Wayne
(video embedding disabled so click the direct link to view:
YOUTUBE VIDEO


Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

unanswered questions?

 Listening to: 

Homecoming by Hey Monday

Central Park by Mr. Hudson

I have a whole bunch of questions here today. Unanswered questions that may well be unanswered for as long as humans shall live.

Why do we always do things we don't want to be doing? Why is it that when it is SO torturing; SO stupid; SO ridiculous; SO disgusting; SO traumatizing; SO hurtful; SO heart-wrenching; we still find ourselves doing it? Going through the things that are causing all those conflicts; all those torture?

They say we humans have a mind of our own but the problem is we don't use it. Instead we use our hearts and end up being in a place we swear we will not find ourselves in.

And so the question remains.

Why do we let ourselves let others torture us?

Why do we humiliate ourselves just to prove a point that we know was not worth proving in the first place?

Why do we let ourselves fall for people we know we should not fall for?

Why do we let others abuse us when we can't take it anymore?

Why do we not open our hearts and tell the truth when we know deep down something good will come of it?

Why do we not share the same feelings we have but choose to live in denial; not knowing what could have been?

Why do we lie to ourselves when we clearly know the truth?

Why do we torture ourselves just to be approved by peers and family?

Why do we seek darkness when light is shining right in front of us?

WHY DO WE NOT LISTEN?

Damn do I have a lot of questions tonight. Too bad they will all remain as questions as the days go by...

P/S: I IS HUNGRY ='(

Xcuse me while I make my big entrance:

Okay. Okay.
I know I've been on a really long hiatus this time. The blog has been so dead for more than 2 months.

But tell me this, don't you MISS ME already?

C'mon now! Just say it!

You miss me don't you?

...

Alright I shall just shut up now b'cause I bet most of you are so sick of this sudden MIA once in a while. I promise I am back again this time and I'm gonna blog about something. Something juicy, perhaps?

Oh c'mon have some faith in me. When I say I will, it means the time will come. Just be patient ok dearies?

Saviour

The night is deafening when the silence is listening


And I'm down on my knees, and I know that something is missing.


Because the back of my mind is holding things I'm relying in


But I choose to ignore it because I'm always denying them


I'm a bit of a manic when it's not as I plan it


Cause I start losing my head and then I get up in a panic


Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it


Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?


I don't want to know


I just want to run to you


And break off the chains, and throw them away


I just want to be so much


And shake off the dust that turned me to rust


Sooner than later, I'll need a savior, I'll need a saviour


It won't ever change if you want it to stay the same


I really hate it but I know it's hard to choose if you're chained


And when it's all you control cause you've got nothing else to hold


You're getting tighter and tighter, it's getting harder to let it go

in case you've been wondering...

Small talk: I woke up half pass noon today feeling light headed & for the pass 30 minutes before now my stomach has been misbehaving like a bitch...FML

I have nothing witty, bitchy, thought-provoking or even emotionally influencing to write about so this post is going to be pretty much about me and my endless continuation on the quest to accomplish something.

Something you should know about moi is that most of the days, I wake up and in an instant I would go - "Oh I feel like cooking omelets today".
And from there I'll start thinking about googling various fancy omelet recipes and then I would decide to make a whole list of omelet recipes compiled in a book or start a blog/site about food.

And then the next waking hour, I would probably go like this - "Hmm... I should start writing a book!"

And the very next day or two I'll be - "Hey why don't I start dancing classes and join competitions"

Well by know I bet you know the drill. My "quest" for accomplishing something. It has to be something. And everyday, it's a different thing. So, sometimes my room might end up with various leftovers or half done products of my sudden urge to do something one fine day; waiting for the next "spring cleaning" session to take over and bring my room back to life.

Just the other day I had the sudden urge to photograph things. But the closest I got was taking self-shots while I was doing crunches and then deleting them off. So much for capturing little things and starting a photo-blog at Flickr.

Then came yesterday, I was blog-hopping and I ended up in Etsy. Long story short, my buried passion for jewelry making and handmade trinkets have resurfaced. Now, I feel like sewing. (Damn sometimes I irritate myself this way). Now my shopping list has a mini electric sewing machine written on it. Pfft. Speaking of saving up cash, this is not helping one bit. But then again I calmed myself by telling myself that this might turn out to be a successful business which in turn will bring in extra moolah. (smiles to self appraisingly) - "Now where did I chuck my old boxes of ribbons, threads, buttons, beads, glitters and trinkets??"

The question now is whether these fresh urges will...will... will... (damn what's the word again)...prevail??

For all I know I might be start loving the idea of baking cupcakes everyday like how Izzie Stevens did in Grey's. (oh wait a minute, I think that already happened!)

*sigh*
To leave me alone with my thoughts hanging lose - vulnerable and susceptible to sudden, random urges or ideas is the very least - hazardous to my savings account, my room and sometimes my family (esp. my Mom who constantly thinks I just need to sit still and be less imaginative)

Tell me now, have YOU had episodes of sudden urges or "quest" to accomplish something?
(please say yes)

on Good Wife reflection & a few things

Small talk: Blogger's image upload tool is being a complete biatch to me. I can't seem to upload any images! Being a visual person, I find this very irritating =(

On a shinier note, I am ecstatic! I got the job!!!! Well, it's just a temporary job while I'm on my 7 weeks semester break  but, heck, I got it. This means there's something for me to do. This means that I get paid. Oh I can go to sleep joyful tonight. (funny, not like I go to bed sulky the past nights but you get my point) I'll be starting next Monday and the best part is the office is just near my college =D
Although since last Thursday, I've not been complaining much of the sudden bucket full of free time I've had since my last paper ended, it would be really great to work and not to mention I need to cash. (not for shopping OK, I know what you guys are thinking) Actually it has been pretty far from it (complaining I mean). I've been indulging myself with lots of stuff I've not been able to make time for when I was way back being busy with assignments and exams. I even have time to do silly small things just because I have so much time to spare. 
Like checking out my blog's analytics the other day and this is what I found out:
My recent traffics were due to this post: How to be a Good Wife!!! 
For some reason, people are actually searching this phrase. Hmm... I find it a little interesting that there are a bunch of people searching this and I wonder - for research perhaps? mere fun of reading? Or someone's been a horribel wife and have decided to depend on guides like this perhaps? One word - INTERESTING. 
The last time I got something like this was when I blogged about CLEO's Eligible Bachelors and the trip I had to the doctor that resulted in my consumption of honey which - fyi - helps boost sex life (a fact I came across when I was googling about the goodness of honey). 
It really is interesting how one can have a slight knowledge of what others are looking up in Google / internet by random blogging and vice versa. (I should make a test out of this and start thinking of something else to blog about since I have so much spare time)
Right. There we are. LMC is signing off now coz she wants to head over to her fashion blog and update there.