Everybody else is doing it, so why can’t I?

Monica has tried to revive my high-school enthusiasm for romance novels by lending me Hot Shot, a book from her mother’s extensive collection of cheap trash sex novels. She recommended this book because, unlike your usual Fabio-covered Judith McNaught fare, this book actually had substance.
But then, when you read these novels, you don’t really look [...]

A sudden rush of nostalgia: I had the chance to talk to Tess again, after the longest time. The last time I saw her was some time last April or May; they happened to be in Eastwood and I went to see them. It was only for a couple of hours, but it was like [...]

I had a nightmare last night that my car was busted. It actually is, sort of, but not as bad as my dream. But I still have to go and get it fixed anyway.
There goes my 14th month pay.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. No money and lots of car problems.

Those of you who know me may know that I have never fully read a Happry Potter book. Those of who who adore me know that I tried to read the first one, but realized na hindi kami talo.
But, hey, I learned a thing or two from the new Harry Potter movie: Emma Watson’s eyebrows [...]

Useless celebrity (wait, that’s redundant I think) gossip I picked up today:

Rod Stewart’s daughter Kimberly, who looks like a horse but thinks she’s just as “hot” as Paris Hilton (ah the mysteries of life), just got engaged to some random guy from Laguna Beach, that MTV-OC show. Talan? Some weird-ass shit name like that. After [...]

I just wanted to see really what all the fuss was about with Brokeback Mountain because I had read this article on the net with quotes from the screenwriters and Ang Lee and the actors about how they had loved the story and wanted to sign up for it even before anything was really there. [...]

I had to search all over the frikking Internet. God bless free downloads.
I wanted to get a copy of the story because I was intrigued. I had read “The Shipping News”, and thought it was a wonderful story of a sad man, but I wasn’t a big fan enough to actually look for E. Annie [...]

Guess what the Boyfriend brought me back from Pasadena.
Nope, not a vibrator. But something equally orgasmic:

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I gave out the geek alert.
More on the Golden Ratio and those damn Fibonacci numbers once I have the book again. My mother’s reading it. But I will say this: there is a god, [...]