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Book Review: Fifty Shades of Grey

30 Aug

WARNING: Adult Content. By continuing, you have acknowledged that you are of legal age.

For bb darlings…

Also: I lied. This would read more as RAGEY BLURBS

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I miss being an idealist

23 Mar

I miss being able to write something really really stupid, immature, and offensive that is snark-free; because I really really believe on the cause. If my ass gets handed to me because of it I would have the “LOL what do you expect from me, I’m young!” excuse to fall back on.

I miss having the belief that I could do ~something to change the world; even though I have no idea what that “something” is. Nowadays when people like that enter my life with the same spirit, I can’t help but scoff at them a la Rhea Durham (the fierce bitch in peach).

Weird lot, them. Should open their eyes more to reality.

I miss having a fervent discussion about stuff that used to excite me. Nowadays, listening to people arguing on whether ASEAN matters just makes me wanna stab myself with a butter knife. After stabbing them, of course. I’m not saying that it’s not important (as it IS important if I really want to go to Boracay this June—free entry!!!!), but I could find an endless list of issues that are much important than that. Jesus, just admitting that fact depresses me. (PS: things that excites me now: Real Madrid and the boys, mah future affair-accomplice Fernando Llorente, money-making schemes, cupcakes, puppies, and good quality porrrrr….n)

What the hell did I do for those three and a half years. If you haven’t wondered the same thing ever since; then you are a much better person than I am. And also a big fat liar.


Je ne regrette rien.

*Written after finished blogwalking to someone’s blog, who I remembered used to have so much passion about the stuff that I now scoff at. That person haven’t updated their blog ever since they graduated. Maybe I’m not the only one?


22 Aug

More of Real Madrid’s drunken celebration this season pleeeeeeeeeaseeeee

After consulting my crystal ball (and by “crystal ball” I mean my full belly that is currently causing my blood sugar to spike), I hereby present my prediction grid for 2011/2012 end results (top 4) for Bundesliga, English Premier League, and La Liga.

As much as I want to try my luck in predicting the outcome of Serie A, Juventus (my first amore) is currently sucking hard and I can’t bring myself to watch any of their games. Sorry Del Piero Eh… has Del Piero retired yet? ~~~Goodbye my looove…

Full unparalleled farsightedness after the cut…

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28 days later

26 Jan

trust me, there’s a 99% chance that I would laugh at the below post.

Oh yes, I would.

… I think.


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Mr. Spain International 2010, who the hell art thou?

28 Nov


I’m not dead. It’s just one of those times where I totally have the right to be emo.

I know, usually when I’m in an emo-mood, I tend to go overload on the blogging, but lately I dunno. Maybe I’ve grown up and of course there’s twitter as another outlet.

But today, right now I need an outlet that is not too micro.

See, right now I cannot sleep (from caffeine overdose), cannot eat (PIGS CAN FLY), cannot think (except for impure thoughts), and cannot work (because I hate this goddamn psychology-motivational-pseudoscience bullcrap of a book that I have to summarize ON GUNPOINT; but that’s another subject, let’s focus on this instead for now).

So, here’s how it happened.

Saturday night, I was surfing the TV Channel (since I have no life), waiting for the La Liga games to start when suddenly BAM BOOM KAPOW my remote dropped to the ground when I got on Trans7. Thankfully, Indonesia made the right decision to be sexist for this once and allowed an international MALE PAGEANT (Mister International 2010) to be held here. Of course, it’s a little too late for me to stalk them boys and test their gayness meet them in person, but I liked it to just get the chance to see them on telly.

So blah blah blah it started with every delegates to introduce themselves, and I gave my thumbs up for delegates from Australia (the face is meh but the bod is YOU ME FUCK FUCK™), Austria, Belgium (+ squeal), Denmark, France, Indonesia (WHOA WHERE HAS THIS GUY BEEN ALL MY LIFE), Great Britain (the eventual winner who is too guido for my tastes but still… HOT DAMN), Slovenia… and then they got to this guy:


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