The Need, so long ignored, so long neglected, so long hidden, was back, stronger, more demanding than ever. I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder. By now my temples were pounding and every hair on my body was standing straight, straining, as if they were desperate to get away from me. I was surging with adrenaline, every second seemed to draw out, every sound echoed through my head and every throb of pulse urged me forward, like the beating of a war drum. I didn’t stop to think. I didn’t stop to plan. I just walked on through the wide open front door and into the house.

Now, walking, in broad daylight, into an unfamiliar house, with the express purpose of creating some extra ventilation in some little fuckers flesh, isn’t the cleverest thing I’ve ever done. The rational part of my brain was screaming at me to stop. I didn’t know the layout. I had no weapon. I had no escape plan. I didn’t know if any neighbours had seen me and hell, I didn’t even know how many people were inside. It was a total dumbass, Richard Chase thing to do, but The Need was in control now and it had given me, along with a spike in adrenaline, total tunnel vision.

The house, obviously some dilapidated student nest, was an absolute trash-pit. The junkyard ambience of the lounge room was overwhelming. Putrid pizza boxes, discarded beer and spirit bottles, the ubiquitous bong, painted black with fetid resin, and a disgusting old couch that was stained with ash and an infinite array of other substances I had no desire to know about.

The grotesque room funnelled into a dank hallway and from the other end of its dark, windowless length came a blast of music. It was towards this that I made my way. Three doors were arranged down one side of the hall, which opened up onto what seemed to be a kitchen. Music was pouring from the third door along and, as I peeked around the corner, I saw my new obsession standing in the middle of what looked like a pawn shop explosion. I can only assume it was his bedroom. He stood there, back to me, posture arrogant and angular, typing something into his phone. As I stepped over the threshold, The Need boiled over and I moved towards him. He turned just as I closed in, his eyes locked onto mine and I saw confusion flicker across them.

I don’t remember much after that.

(This is something I posted in my Facebook account. And as I was browsing through my notes/blog posts there, I thought this is something I would have to post here. So here goes. You may make your own in your blog sites, too. Just let me know so I could read through them, too.)

1. I never really cooked at home before I got married, but now, I do, and Bong and Kara love whatever I cook, and that’s what’s most important to me.

2. I love kissing and cuddling, so whatever chance I get to kiss and cuddle my children, I grab it. And yes, I LOVE doing this too with Bong.

3. I cry a lot—in the movies, even at home watching an episode of MMK, when there’s a misunderstanding between me and the people I love, when I share and hear sad stories, the first time I saw my babies after giving birth to them—the list goes on.

4. I once dreamed of becoming a lawyer after finishing my Journalism course. Then I had Kara. But you know, I would never trade Kara for any dream in this world. I love my daughter (and the two little ones) to pieces!

5. If I argue with you in English, then that means I am really really mad.

6. I feel I am always put in situations where I need to fight for my rights or my loved ones’, for that matter, that’s why I almost always come off too strong/mataray. But then, I was never a pushover, either.

7. I had difficult pregnancies because we discovered I had APAS (Antiphospholipid Antibody Syndrome), an autoimmune condition which makes my body reject the developing baby. To save the baby, I had heparin injections twice a day which would leave purple bruises on my belly. Which reminds me…

8. I don’t drink coffee that much anymore. Ever since I got pregnant twice in a row, I have somehow gotten coffee out of my system, and even the usual 3-in-1 could give me heart palpitations now. (funny though, fraps work well for me)

9. The only regret I had marrying Bong was that we didn’t have a wedding singer as good as him. sad.

10. Surprisingly, I liked the Sex and the City Movie. I can’t wait for the next one.

11. I once sang the part of Asaka in our college production of “Once on this Island .” And I would also sometimes pitch in for an orgmate who played the part of Ti Moune whenever she’d get hoarse from singing.

12. I used to commute from Sta. Rosa to UP Diliman and back during College. My parents didn’t consider having me live in a dorm or a boarding house.

13. I once wrote a balagtasan piece for our annual celebration of the priests’ day in High School.

14. I passed the first exam given to wannabes of PSHS, but wasn’t able to take the second exam because the schoolmate tasked to give me the letter informing me I passed the exam failed to do so.

15. I turned down Bong not once, but thrice. And just when he was no longer interested in me, that was the time I discovered I had feelings for him. The rest, as they say, is history.

16. I once auditioned for UPSA (UP Singing Ambassadors) only to prove to an ex that I could get in and sing with the group. And when the novelty of it all wore out, I started losing interest, too. It was also hard to keep up especially when you have to go home to Laguna after rehearsals at around 10-11pm. (but I was able to perform with the group a few times, so to me, that was already enough)

17. What first attracted me to my company was the piped-in music they were playing during my entrance exams—classical music, would you believe!

18. I took over the responsibility of enrolling myself and my siblings to school (including my cousins pa pala) when I was only in grade five. Since my mom has work, she trusted me with the enrollment money. That taught me to be more independent.

19. I was able to watch two Oblation runs in UP. I realized after the second time that once you’ve seen it, you’ve seen all.

20. I used to be good in math. Really. Unfortunately, years without practice really make one forget the whole thing. Fortunately for me, Kara very seldom needs help with Math.

21. After giving birth to Kara while inside the recovery room, I was in such high spirits that I couldn’t care less if everywhere, other women were either throwing up or plain knocked out after giving birth themselves. I just remember being impatient, and to while away the time, I was singing “Build me Up Buttercup.”

22. I am allergic to all kinds of pain killers except celebrex, and anything containing aspirin.

23. I always tell my friends who are still single to look for a man who shares the same faith as theirs. Worshiping together is very important to me. And I am very lucky Bong and I share the same beliefs and practices when it comes to our faith.

24. Kara used to tell me I make harder (review) exams than her teachers’ actual exams.

25. If there is one person I would want to be with again, that would be my deceased brother, Lon. I miss him and I would want to tell him face to face that I love him so much.

There you go. Your turn.

Broken Lizard is the bong!

Last Thursday was possibly the best night of my life, next to meeting my husband, the births of my kids, making my kids, not making kids, graduating from college and eating a really excellent meal.

My husband scored free passes to the premier of Broken Lizard’s The Slammin’ Salmon.  In attendance were Jay Chandrasekhar, Paul Soter and Erik Stolhanske.  They introduced the film, which was high-larious, as my husband said on his Facebook page, and they followed the feature with a Q&A session.  We were bummed the fat one and the short one weren’t there because we really dig the whole troop.

They were funny, as expected, and witty, which was a little weird considering they were clearly not sober.  I may have even experienced a contact high.

After the flick we all went next door to the bar, Trinity Hall.  Celebrity is weird.  It’s weird standing around a stranger you feel like you know but who has no clue who you are, asking them to sign some random thing, take a picture with you and pretend you are BFFs.

Luckily, we really are BFFs.  Jay even gave me a ZJ.  Fine.  Not really.

PS : SMOKING KILLS , Author of the post asks everyone to refrain from doing so but if you are addicted to it, then in the words of Led Zeppelin (whose t-shirt I am wearing right now) just Ramble On
Smoking must most definitely be the oldest means of recreation along with may be sex. Although it is amongst the things supremely harmful for humans, and yet in a company of 10 males you would generally not see more than 5 non-smokers, this is definitely the biggest addiction that the world has ever found, even bigger than that of money.

According to Che Guevara, “A smoke in times of rest is a great companion to the solitary soldier.”

So I thought why not share some of the info I have with the newbies, who might be taking tiny steps in this direction

Cigarette - The most used method of blowing up the fumes. By and large the sole winner in the race. Smoked by everyone from a rickshaw driver to Shahrukh Khan. You might not be able to find water if you need but a smoke will always be around the corner if you want one.
Avg Price – Rs. 5 for a unit
Ranges from 1 – 10

Beedi - Poor man’s cigarette! Bloody affordable, I guess you get a bundle of 10 or so for 2 or so rupees. Wont generally see people in cities smoking up a beedi, its generally more of a rural tendency. Gulzar and Bipasha Basu had quite a role  in increasing its popularity, a few years back .
Price – Rs. 2-3 for a bundle

Cigar - Smoke of the rich and the sophisticated, cigar is generally considered a sign of eliteness! Normal people with the culture as stature as me would generally have a cigar once in a while, may be to celebrate an occasion or to try the novelty for once.
Price Range – Starts from 30 can go on to anywhere

Pipe - The most popular man to have smoked a pipe in the history would be Sherlock Holmes. Without any doubts he would be the first name to come to my mind when you talk about Pipe. This is the most sophisticated and elite way of having smoke. Practised more as an indulgence rather than need even in the sophisticated and the higher echelons of society. It might be the oldest method of smoking, which has lost its sheen with time.

Hukka – Long before the advent of cigarettes, cigars and pipes, humans have always been smokers and its to that time that the roots of hookah can be traced, the grandfather of all the ways of smoking! It regains the excitement and following till date. A huge surge in its popularity has been caused by the presence of flavoured hookah in almost all coffee shops around, where you can have a smoke which isnt harmful and doesnt contain Nicotine or THC in it.

Chillum – If pipe is associated with Sherlock Holmes, then chillum brings only one image to your mind, that of a fakhir smoking it on the banks of Ganga. Generally used to smoke cannabis can ofcourse also be used for smoking tobacco. Not much in vogue with the the aam junta as you might to refer to it as.

Joint - The cigarette of doping! I guess ~80% (random guess, no figures) or so of cannabis must be smoked this way. Generally a joint is made by filling marijuana inside a emptied out cigarette and then smoking it like you would a normal cigarette. Another common method of making up a joint is doing it in a roller paper. Variety of roller papers being generally available in big paan shops.
Price – Depends on the cig you use, price of the stufff you’ve got!
Generally ~5 INR

Bong – Could be called the hookah of doping! The smoke from the marijuana is made to pass through water or any other fluid before inhaling it, thus removing most of the particulated matter in the smoke. Considered a safer bet than a joint and yet obviously harmful. Even home made bongs using Cold drink bottles and bodies of unused pens is quite popular amongst the youth. Its recent moment of glory came when Michael Phelps was caught smoking one, some time back!

This morning, I received a package in the office. Upon seeing the LBC plastic bag it came with, I immediately knew what it was. Needless to say, I was already expecting its arrival. I just wasn’t sure where it would be sent. So seeing the company roving messenger approach my table with a rather large package already brought a smile to my face.

And what was it? Well, just a new Nikon D90 Fr. Felmar’s gifts…the two 2010 SVD Bible Diaries and the batik shirt which I am sharing with my dear hubby Bong.

After signing the receiving copy, I immediately tore it open and smiled from ear to ear upon seeing the diaries which contain the writings of SVD priests and sisters, and the shirt. One of the diaries will be stationed here in the office and the other will be used at home. And the shirt. Yes, the shirt. Bong has already asked me for it, so it will go to him. (See? I’m a generous wife. I share my awards with my hubby. hehe)

Thanks to Fr. Felmar and his base contest, I won these two SVD Bible Diaries and the really nice batik shirt

I couldn’t resist taking a photo of my prizes so I could display it here. Forgive the inferior quality though, of the pic, as I only took this with the use of my phone. hehe.

Anyway, I would like to thank Fr. Felmar again for the very nice gifts/prizes I received from him. But mostly, I would like to thank him for his unique way of spreading God’s word, and for all the friends I gained because of his site. God bless, everyone!

Some prat once said that ’tis love which makes the world go around. For me though, it’s probably expectorants.

My fav-est term in the Bong lexicon is probably ‘Dhurr’ followed closely by ‘Chhagoler Dim’. The first roughly corresponds to ‘Gah’ in English. The second one is untranslatable. Gotta wonder though, who first called someone a ‘Chhagoler Dim’. Takes a really special sort of a snowflake to come up with something like ‘goat’s eggs’, you know. Sukumar Ray would’ve been right proud of him! Cult.

Looks like India’s gonna have a new state pretty soon. Some chap went on a fast for 10 days, and ergo, Telengana it is. Just to put it  in perspective, Irom Sharmila’s been fasting for 10 years now. There is actually a school of thought that KCR’s fast has less to do with the Telengana cause and more to do with the manner in which his party got served in the 2009 elections. Don’t blame the chap though, anybody would’ve been pissed.

One would think though that some 50 years after Independence we would have better issues to go apeshit about. And heaven knows, if there is any country with a dearth of issues, it sure as hell isn’t us. But nope, old habits sure die hard.

Reminds me a lot of Dehradun though. When I was studying there, for a few years in between, the Uttaranchal agitation was in full swing. Which was awesome! We used to have at least one strike every fortnight, with an almost metronomic regularity. And given how considerate most of these strike-wallahs are wont to be, it used to be invariably scheduled on a Friday or a Monday. So, every couple of weeks, when the clarion call was given, you know, when the bugle was sounded, it was essentially a signal for us to pack our stuff and hotfoot it across to Delhi for a small li’l break. Which was, I repeat again, awesome!

And when finally the State go-ahead was given, I don’t think anybody was as pissed as us schoolkids. Or even our teachers for that matter Its kinda hard you know, reconciling yourself to the same old weekly routine, after months and months of four and three-day weeks, mini breaks, picnics, general vela-ness et al! For about a month or so after the announcement was made, all our faces were sullen enough to make the very milk curdle!! We. Were. Pissed.

And now look at Doon. Its hot, its crowded, its noisy, you’ve cars honking the smidgens off each other on Rajpur Road, and most of the trees are gone. Basically its like a miniature version of Delhi now. Yeah. See. That’s what Statehood does.

when you got time a lil spare time on your hands it can go towards a number of different things… this is just the way i chose to spend my free time, hahhahahahahaha.

Hindi ko palaging naitatanong sayo kung anong nararamdaman mo lalo’t alam kong may mga problema sa trabaho.

Hindi kita palaging nayayakap kapag nagsabi ka sa akin na may masakit sa katawan mo at alam ko namang kelangan mo lang ng yayakap sayo para madama mo namang beybi pa rin kita kahit papano…

Hindi rin kita palaging nahahalikan pag dumadating ka sa lugar na ating pagtatagpuan upang sabay na umuwi matapos ang isang maghapon sa trabaho…

Hindi ko palaging nasasabi sayo ang thank you, o salamat, kahit na araw araw sa pagpasok natin sa trabaho, natutulog ako sa balikat mo habang humahalik ka sa noo ko at magkahawak kamay tayo.

Hndi ko rin nasasabi palagi ang salamat kapag gumigising tayo sa umaga matapos mag-alarm ang cellphone ko at nakikiusap akong mauna ka nang bumangon dahil gusto ko pang matulog, kahit alam kong may mga panahong talagang pagud na pagod ka at kulang ka sa tulog dahil may nilamay kang trabaho nung nakaraang gabi.

Hindi ko rin palaging nasasabi sayo ang salamat sa twing babangon ka sa gabi para magtimpla ng gatas o magpalit ng diaper, o di kaya maglinis ng ating mga maliliit na chikiting bago sila matulog.

Hindi kita laging napapasalamatan sa pagsisikap mong gawin ang lahat para maibigay mo ang maganda at mabuting buhay para sa amin ng mga bata

Hindi ko nasasabi sayo kung gaano ko nararamdaman na maswerte ako dahil kasakasama kitang magdasal sa umaga at sumimba linggo linggo.

Hindi ko nasasabi sayo na mabuti na lang at ikaw ang nakatuluyan ko kasi ikaw lang ata ang nakakaintindi sa kung minsa’y magulo kong utak.

Hindi ko palaging nasasabi sayo ng harapan ang mga salitang I love you, kung minsan, kahit pa nga sa text lang. At kung minsan nakakaguilty kapag nagtetext ka ng mga ganitong matatamis na salita, at sobrang busy naman ako sa trabaho. Pagkabasa, babalik na ang atensyon ko sa kung anumang pinagkakaabalahan kong gawin.

Marami pa akong di palaging naipadadama o nasasabi sayo…pero ang hindi mo laging alam… na lagi akong nagpapasalamat kay Lord kasi kahit ang tigas ng ulo ko noong mga panahong tinatanggihan kita (tatlong beses yun, di ba?) di ka pa rin sumuko. At ngayong nagdiriwang ka ng iyong kaarawan, isang malaking pasasalamat ko sa Kanya dahil nung isilang ka, siguro’y iginuhit na Niya ang tadhana mo…na magiging matiisin at mapagpasensiya ka dahil sa akin ka mapupunta.

Happy birthday, dad. Simple lang naman ang gusto kong sabihin sayo…Mahal na mahal kita. Yun lang.

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Update lang po ito…

Ito ay mga larawang kuha nung gabing magdiwang kami ni Bong ng kanyang kaarawan.

Ako at ang aking si Bong bago kami kumain sa Kanin Club

Dalawa lang kaming kakain kaya ito lang muna ang aming pinagsaluhan. Marami pa ring natira kaya't inuwi na lang namin. Stuffed squid, Laing, Crispy dinuguan at hototai ang nakikita nyo.

At shempre pa'y di mawawala ang Kanin... ito ang Loaded KC rice.

cant embed vimeo videos click here to watch crazy fuck shit

if you watched High As Fuck you would no Hood Antics had a part in it watch HAF  HERE

(My husband, Bong, is celebrating his birthday in a few days, three to be exact. And as I was browsing in my multiply site, I found this one which I wrote two months after I gave birth to our little boy, Jeremy.

He has told me more than a few times not to give him anything fancy during his birthday. In fact, he doesn’t want me to give him any gift, seeing that there have been a lot of expenses the past few days. So as a fitting tribute to this man who has proven to be everything the song “Wind Beneath My Wings” says, I am reposting this here…)

Bong sings "The Promise" while being accompanied by the Philippine Philharmonic Orchestra during the show "PPO and IL In Harmony."

A few weeks ago, in the wee hours of the morning while tending to Jeremy during his feeding, Bong who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and began humming to the song that was playing in our dvd player. You see, we put music every night in the player to help Jeremy sleep better. That night (or was it already early morning?), David Benoit’s Land of the loving was playing. And there was Bong, humming the song, which ended as abruptly as it started. He just suddenly stopped humming and went back immediately to his sleep. I didn’t know whether to laugh or not because I suspected he wasn’t aware of what he just did. The day after, I asked him if he knew what he did, and he told me he didn’t. heehee! I told him I found it funny but nice because he was really “musical” even in his sleep.

Well, almost the same thing happened two nights ago. This time, the song was David Benoit’s Take a look inside my heart. He woke up from his sleep, and this time, he didn’t just hum. He sang the song, but before he went back to sleep, he told me he was now fully aware that he was singing. Which meant, he was not dreaming or something. But which still brought smile to my lips. I mean, my husband was only half-awake while singing, yet, I swear, I fell in love all over again with his voice.

I remembered then the first time I found out he was musically inclined (that’s putting it very mildly, actually). It was in 1995, and we were in CMC (College of Mass comm or Plaridel Hall for you–in UP) He told me he could play the piano and so we went to nearby Abelardo Hall (college of Music which was also where I used to take my voice lessons and where UPSA rehearsals were held). We found a room with a piano in it, and he began playing Les Mis’ On My Own which, at the time, was one of my voice pieces. I sang while he played, but I didn’t know then that he could sing too, because he didn’t sing, anyway. At the time, I already knew he liked me, but I was too stubborn to acknowledge it.

Fast forward to 2002. My ex and I had just broken up, and who was there for me? Turns out Bong was. He asked if he could visit me at home in Laguna, and I said ok. Here, I found out he could sing, and that he actually had a nice voice. He unabashedly sang songs in the videoke while I just listened. I was too shy to sing in front of him, anyway. At the time, I knew he still liked me, or liked me again, (whichever would apply), but I wasn’t ready yet. Besides, at the time, he had a girlfriend, and I didn’t want to be the one to ruin what they had. So we just remained friends.

Then, two years after, it suddenly happened. We were together a day after my birthday. He had already broken up with his ex, and I realized I was now ready to fall in love again. To cut the long story short, we were soon a couple, and not only that, we also started singing together. In weddings, mostly. A year after, we were married, and to this day, we still sing together.

Made me realize how nice it really is to have a partner you can sing with, Literally and figuratively. In the years we have been together, Bong has taught me to be more confident and appreciate what talent I had been given. Of course, there are still times when I would just want to take the backseat, and just watch and listen to him while he sings. He really has a beautiful, beautiful voice, after all, and I know, no matter what I do, I will never be able to match that. But what the heck. He is mine, and I could forever, listen to him sing. Just like two nights ago, when he sang Take a look inside my heart. *sigh* I’d have to ask him to sing again later tonight.

surffing that youtube thing and found this

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3 Tips for Beating Bad Breath:  Take the Hint, You Need a Mint – AMERICA -  Do you know somebody who is suffering from chronic halitosis but they just don’t seem to know their breath stinks like death?  Does the overweight guy next to your cubicle at work eat fromunda cheese and onion sandwiches for lunch every day of the week without brushing his teeth?  If so, haven’t you wanted to run over and scream “Geezus, Marty and Josephine pal, have you smelled your breath lately?” right in their fat faces?  Probably not because you’re too nice, but now’s the time for action.  Wether you  have the testicular fortitude for the job, here’s 3 simple ways to tell death breath to brush up on their hygiene, literally, or just buy them some damn mints.

1.  Eat the right foods.  If you’re going to run around the bar trying to get easy chicks to kiss you it might be a good idea to lay off the double bean burritos with the refried beans and onion chaser amigo.  Strike one and two, but your out anyway.

2.  Drink lots.  Lots of water that is, not a case of beer, 8 shots of Jaeger, and 4 car bombs with a garlic garnish, before passing out and waking up with puke breath, before the party even starts.

3.  Don’t gargle with bong water.  You smell like weed, your room smells like weed, and your breath smells like weed. Buy some breath spray, today Cheech. (http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/do-you-have-bad-breath-3-instant-cures-548551/)

Christmas break is right around the corner, at least for college kids,  so it’s absolutely crucial that your breath doesn’t peel paint on ten-cent draft nights down at the local watering trough.  One in four people have bad breath, and you’re one of them, so stop eating disgusting food, stop drinking cheap beer that tastes like piss, and brush your goddamn teeth once in a while.  Bad breath is a losing battle for lots of guys who don’t get laid, but there is no reason to not take action. Dirty mouth that always smells like rotting flesh?  Take a hint, eat a mint, and your halitosis will go away.

As I write this, we are still in Asian Hospital where Ate Kara is confined due to a bout with dengue fever which started last Thursday, November 26.

This morning, (a day after 4 bags of platelet transfusion) her platelet count registered 44, from a low of 23 yesterday morning.

I have yet to post a longer account of what happened from Day 1. I haven’t finished it yet since I have to finish a writing assignment I brought home last Thursday. But since I haven’t finished that post yet, I  hope this will suffice for the time being.

Needless to say, the past few days were very very difficult for a mom like me. It was not easy waiting, trying to dismiss your fears because you knew you had to at least appear strong in front of your child. It was not easy watching your daughter get hurt, pricked, and all. And it wasn’t easy reading the lab results telling you that her blood parameters were far from normal, her platelet count going down, reaching 23 at one point. During those times, I could only go out of the room while people, relatives and friends were inside, so I could let go of my emotions and just cry. All the time, I wished it were me instead of my precious daughter. During those times, I could only resort to kissing her and trying to assure her these were needed because they were just trying to make her better. It was just a blessing that Kara is already 12 years old, and understood that all these were needed. I had a very good patient who tried her mightiest to fight off whatever it was that was making her sick, so it was only rational that I followed suit… fighting off this virus with my daughter.

Last night, another round of tests was done, and this time, her platelet count increased to 36, up from 23 in the morning. This morning, her platelet count has gone up to 44, and that was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever heard (hmmm…aside from Bong telling me I looked beautiful this morning even when I had not had the chance to fix myself during the past several days) We are just waiting for Kara’s platelet count to at least reach 80 before the doctor permits us to finally go home.

The medicines helped. The doctors (very very good pediatricians in the persons of Dr. Abigail Pia Laurel-Suntay and Dr. Michelle Rodriguez who is a Pediatrician-Hematologist Oncologist) helped immensely. The camote tops and lots of fluids helped. But I believe, Kara has gotten out of that dangerous phase because of prayers from both family and friends, including blogger-friends.

Yup, that’s you. I have never met anyone of you (save for a very very nice blogger friend, who I was blessed to meet jsut this morning when he went out of his way to visit us, Fr. Felmar Fiel) but even if we have remained faceless up to this day, you have all taken time to say a prayer for us, most especially for my dear daughter. Through Fr. Felmar and Lhen, blogger friends texted their words of encouragement which helped a great deal in easing the fears and anxiety I felt during those frightful moments.

And so, please allow me to thank you all. Cliche as it may sound, my husband Bong and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts. It gives us great comfort to know that we were able to rely on the goodness of your hearts. I do not wish to repay the favor to you since that would mean any one of you and your families getting sick, but I truly wish to be able to pay it forward…to be able to pray for, and offer words of encouragement to somebody else in need. When I decided to make my presence known in WP late September, (since I used to blog in FS, Multiply and FB) I only wanted to share my thoughts with whoever would care to read what I had to say. But I never really realized I would gain so many friends in so little time. God is truly good. I realized, even when I wasn’t deserving of His favor and miracles, He continues to selflessly give. And the blessings include you.

Our war isn’t over yet. We have to wait til ate Kara’s platelet count gets up to at least 80 (normal count is at least 150), but I trust in the Lord that He will make this possible.

For me, Camden is all about the tacky feast for the eyes. I haven’t actually bought anything there for a long time, but sometimes I go just to take it all in.

Hace algún tiempo colgamos acá en Neuroparty un montaje de los lúcidos de Waytoomany acerca de los bongs y ahora mi buen amigo Dubskunk compartió este video. Ojo con los cargadores, sin bong no hay colocón.

Yes i no i am slacking off on posting but i have 4 other poster’s to help out. iv just been mad busy sorry for not posting as much ill try to post at lest 4 video’s a day

Đi xe thuê, gắn ngực giả, các băng nhóm “cậu gái” khu vực trung tâm TP.HCM đã khiến không ít du khách nước ngoài “ôm hận”.

Giả gái đi câu khách

Sự kỳ thị đồng tính luyến ái trong xã hội đang có xu hướng ngày càng giảm nhưng tình trạng giả gái đi “câu khách” và lừa đảo tại khu vực trung tâm TP.HCM có biểu hiện gia tăng.

Theo phản ánh của nhiều người dân, tại các tuyến đường như: Lê Lợi, Phạm Ngũ Lão, Đề Thám và đặc biệt là khu vực công viên 23/9, các nhóm pê đê thường xuyên tụ tập, chèo kéo du khách.

7h tối cuối tuần, góc công viên 23/9 đối diện bar Seventeen đường Phạm Ngũ Lão, quận 1 trở thành điểm tụ tập của 2 nhóm pê đê. Áo váy lòe loẹt, chân dài, vai to, một pê đê trong nhóm cất giọng nhựa nhựa: “Nè mấy bồ (bạn) hôm qua con nhỏ Hồ Quỳnh Lan “chớp” được hai gã sộp nên tối nay “đi vù” về nó phải dẫn cả bọn đi ăn.

“Cơm cháo gì, bảo nó trả tôi 100.000 đồng tiền mượn thuê chiếc Attila hôm qua đi má”, một “cậu gái” có cái tên rất mỹ miều là Vy Vy cất giọng.

Cả nhóm này ai cũng có những cái tên rất nữ tính như Khánh Phương, Lan Chi, Linh Xuân do họ… tự đặt. Tụ tập được khoảng 8 người, cả nhóm bắt đầu rảo xe đi câu khách. Bámtheo 2 “cậu gái” đi chiếc Attila màu đỏ đến khu phố Tây, chúng tôi tận mắt chứng kiến một cuộc ra giá kệch cỡm ngay ngoài đường.

Một du khách nước ngoài khoảng 35-40 tuổi vừa bước ra khỏi quán cà phê ngã tư Phạm Ngũ Lão – Đề Thám, hai “cậu gái” này liền kètheo chèo kéo. Đến một chỗ khuất do đèn đường bị hỏng, Vy Vy bạo dạn nhảy luôn xuống xe chụp tay ông khách nước ngoài kéo lại.

Do hai “cậu gái” không nói được tiếng Anh nên cuộc thỏa thuận diễn ra… mỏi tay. Trong khi ông khách nước ngoài nhún vai tỏ ý không hiểu thì Vy Vy ngưng luôn màn diễn đạt bằng tay và nhào vô ôm eo đối phương như kiểu thân lắm rồi. Trong lúc đó, gã đi cùng Vy Vy cứ lặp đi lặp lại vài câu tiếng bồi “Go massage”, “Go hotel”.

10 phút sau, ông khách nước ngoài tỏ vẻ xiêu lòng trước sự săn đuổi nhiệt tình của hai “cô gái” và được Vy Vy điều thêm xe đến chở đi.

Công an phuờng phải lập album pê đê

Qua tìm hiểu của PV VietNamNet, chỉ riêng khu phố Tây và công viên 23/9 vào các buổi tối có khoảng 10 nhóm chuyên đi câu khách. Giành giật khách, đánh chửi nhau là chuyện thường xuyên xảy ra của các nhóm này. Du khách nước ngoài sau khi bị dụ đi massaga hoặc vào nhà nghỉ hầu hết đều bị các nhóm pê đê tổ chức người trộm sạch tài sản.

P., trinh sát hình sự công an quận 1 phụ trách tuần tra tuyến đường Phạm Ngũ Lão, Đề Thám. Nhận thấy sự phức tạp của các nhóm pê đê trong khu vực nên P. thường xuyên yêu cầu kiểm tra giấy tờ tùy thân cũng như sử dụng biện pháp ngăn chặn khi các đối tượng này sắp ra tay lừa du khách.

Nhưng xung quanh nhiệm vụ này của P., đã xảy ra hàng loạt câu chuyện bi hài “cười ra nước mắt”. Vào một tối cuối tuần đầu tháng 11, khi tuần tra trên đường Phạm Ngũ Lão, P. phát hiện Tùng và Minh, nằm trong danh sáchtheo dõi của công an phường Phạm Ngũ Lão đang chèo kéo du khách, P. liền ép xe yêu cầu kiểm tra giấy tờ.

Khi 2 “cậu gái” này đang tái mặt thì bất ngờ 2 ông khách nước ngoài hùng hổ xông vào P. vì tưởng P. bắt nạt 2 cô gái chân yếu tay mềm. Chỉ đến khi P. giơ thẻ cảnh sát hình sự và chỉ vào 2 “cậu gái” hét lên ““This’s a man, not a woman”, 2 ông khách mới sực hiểu ra sự tình và xin lỗi rối rít.

Album lưu giữ hình ảnh các đối tượng từng bị xử phạt ở phường bến Thành, quận 1. Ảnh: Quốc Quang

“May mà tôi nói tiếng Anh cũng khá”, P. tếu táo đùa sau khi dẫn 2 pê đê về công an phường xử phạt hành chính.

Để phục vụ cho công tác quản lý, ngăn chặn kịp thời các ổ nhóm hoạt động ở khu vực trung tâm, công an phường Bến Thành và Phạm Ngũ Lão đã phải lập ra hẳn 2 album các đối tượng pê đê từng bị xử phạt.

Nhìn vào album này, không ít người phải sốc trước sự hóa trang của các đối tượng. Ngoài những “bịa danh” như đã nói ở phần đầu, các “cậu gái” còn nâng cấp thân hình bằng đủ loại phụ trang như bóng cao su độn ngực, miếng nệm hơi lót mông…

Chỉ tính riêng 2 album này thì công an 2 phường đã xử phạt trên 100 các đối tượng đồng bóng đi câu khách và lừa đảo, trộm cắp.

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Looks like there might be a tax for tokers, folks, even though law enforcement cannot prove that someone who walks into a head shop to buy a bong is necessarily going to use it to smoke illegal substances.

Rouson says that “what we hope to do is get rid of the charade, the hyposcrisy.”

It’s something of a personal crusade for Rouson, who can still recite from memory the date he finally broke his own substance-abuse problems. The lawmaker said he’s been clean for more than 11 years after struggling with crack, alcohol and marijuana.

“You can’t prove that someone has broken a law just because they buy a pipe or a bong or something like that,” Grant said.

What do you think, will this piece of legislation gain any momentum?

I’m gonna keep it real with y’all today. I’m tired. I’ve been furiously baking for other people all week. I’ve churned out 9 pecan pies, and 6 dozen cookies. My plans for thanksgiving include a bong, a huge ham sitting in my fridge right now, and a handful of other delights, but let’s get to the meat of this post, shall we? Like I said, keeping it real- those of you who are doing the whole she-bang, you’ve got your turkey and your dressing recipe down, right? Cause I’m just saying…it’s the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and especially if you’re going to be brining your turkey, you probably should already have some things in motion. If not, well- you might as well just let the cat handle it for you…

So, just in case you’re  currently up to your ears in turkey and dressing, I’ve dug up some tasty, fairly easy sides that you can most definitely half ass throw together, and complete your Thanksgiving table. NEVER FEAR, DRUNKY’S HALF ASS SIDES ARE HERE!!

First:

Glazed Carrots- you can do them several different ways, but my two favorites are from Alton Brown and Pioneer Woman. I’m partial to the latter because the recipe calls for whiskey. YEE HAW MOTHAFUCKA!!

Second:

This Broccoli Salad. Don’t turn your nose up, peeps, this shit is for the win. Not Kidding.

Third:

MAH RANCH SALAD. Shameless self promotion, also for the win! To be festive, you could nix the cucumbers and toss in a few dried cranberries, and even some pecans if you’d like. Ranch tastes good with everything, don’tcha know? (DON’T JUDGE MEH)

Fourth:

Garlic Knots. There are about 5890234890234 recipes floating around out there for garlic knots, but y’all should check out this forum for some very clear step by step instructions, and several solid recipes. I’ll tell you my secret though- in a pinch, it’s so much easier to just say Fuck It and buy some Pillsbury canned breadsticks, and use them like you would the homemade pizza/breadstick dough. Trust. This little trick will shave at least an hour off your prep time. Look at these glorious little things:

Which brings me to my last half-assed side:

WINE. No it’s not technically a food, and no it’s not technically a side item, but it can certainly put the festive spirit back into things. Have a glass, and Happy Fucking Thanksgiving, friends.

Here’s one of my pies, for kicks:

Peace, Love, and Pecan Pie, y’all! I’m out this bitch!

i no i took it offline but just for this site lunch i posted it for you to watch http://vimeo.com/7173111 injoy

… and partied hard one last time before she celebrated the Twelve Steps of Christmas …

Ho