oh rielley?

2012-02-12T08:43:00.000-08:00

enough reasons to why is gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend.

2012-01-31T07:33:00.000-08:00

This was supposed to have an orthodox title but I just couldn't think of 10. So here's just about enough of them posted in perfect timing - exactly 2 weeks before dun dun dun.... Valentine's. Why? Oh you know, in case my relationship status miraculously changes even if its really, really unlikely... (of course i was rolling my eyes the whole time)

Aaaaanyways, Hi. Ask me bout my wiener?

Why Gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend legit reason number one:
- I live with my dad, my grandad, and uncles. In that old house also resides my little sister/my automatic daughter, my brother, and we also have an errand boy. The male population is just sooo.... I CAN'T GO OUT ON DATES. Dad's gotten pretty much more "protective" (idk what other term to use) of me since we moved here, and my grandad? Yeh he doesn't really care that I have a boyfriend but I'm normally just not allowed out especially at night. (And we all know that's when the real fun happens - dinner, and the stars come out, duh.)

Why Gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend legit reason number two:
- I honestly haven't felt like wanting to date anyone anyway? No shit.

Why Gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend legit reason number three:
- I am a tad bit too shallow about the "type" of guy I want to have consuming my time and attention. I've set certain standards, ones I call "the specifics" (low profile, over 5'7", speaks perfect english, cheesy, plays an instrument - 1000x cooler if it were a violin, quotes that '70s show, can't dance, and a shitload more...) and sadly enough, I don't know many cool nerds :(

Why Gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend legit reason number four:
- Time. I spend most of it in school which is pretty sad, actually. Haha. And it's also possibly because he's got stuff to do, or he lives in a diff timezone. Whichever way, it isn't too easy to find the time to spend together. Unless I date someone from school. Which really isn't gonna happen. Trust. Bahaha

Why Gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend legit reason number five:
- I sincerely, truly, genuinely like being single. I like being alone. Dateless. Solo. Free. Watever.

Why Gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend legit reason number six:
- I'm not looking for the boy I'm gonna marry but God, I want to make sure the boy I call my boyfriend is worth all the bullshit I am willing to put myself through. I will love him so much that I'll FaceBook it. I will make it a point to try to hold hands for more than five minutes. I will listen. I will argue.
So I guess I just haven't met him yet. Or maybe I have. But I don't admit it to myself enough. Shit.

Why Gabrel doesn't have a boyfriend legit reason number seven:
- I watch too many chick flicks and dramedies. I make assumptions a lot. And I have all these random expectations. And I am way too crazy about Seth Cohen that no one will ever be cool enough.

There, I said it.

P.S.
I like lilies.

Perfect situation for that one Britney song.

2012-01-09T05:49:00.000-08:00

This isn't half as fun as I anticipated it; doing a pre-birthday entry. (Not turning twenty) But it rhymed.
And I still think I have a lot to say I just don't know how to............ sound interesting typing it out, I guess?
But whatev. I'll say what I want anyway.

So, yeh. Thanks to everyone who's come and gone, and even more to those who chose to stay. To those who I had to ask to stay, well, did I really? Haha! Jk. Thanks, all of you, for being part of who I am today.

To my family, most especially Mom and Dad..... Hi. I owe you pretty much my life. Thank you for giving me so much to be grateful for. Thank you for having nice genes - I sort of owe you my perfect hair, my sense of humor, my ability to be giving, generous, and selfless. The last three don't mean the same thing though... Google it? ;) Thank you for bringing me up the way you did - For introducing me to Benetton, Baskin & Robin's, The Sheraton, The U.S. Dollar, Hall and Oates, Nike, Adidas, The Cure. Thank you for spoiling me four years before you decided to give me Julian, and then Thea. Thank you for instilling me with morals and values, thank you the love even if you stopped saying "Love you" to me when I was like.... ten? (HAHA)
and most of all thank you for the gift of education. I doubt I'd get this sarcastic, neurotic, and still optimistic without getting a good education. So thank you. For allowing me to read, write, and speak the way I do. (I hear it's quite impressive. But I am just saying...) Heheh!
I love you guys. Forever.

To the same set of best friends from when I was 10 to when I turn 20, 40, 1000........ Wow. Seriously. You're the sweetest, sincerest, and coolest kids I know. Thank you for being...... the same. Except we dance totally sluttier now, eh? HAHAHAHA! But seriously, thank you for being the same loud, crazy, so-many-adventures-to-do kids I knew from middle school. And for talking about the same things after all these years: Movies, Music, Crushes, Life. Let's stay this way some more. I love you babies! So much! xXXxxXxXxXXOOO

To the friends I met on my first year in college/when I moved to Iloilo and stuck with me, You guys have a choice and you choose to listen to my bullshit and for that I am very thankful. You know how I don't have a boyfriend and shit to say all these everyday things to, right? So thank you for filling up my dream "everyday-person" space for me, reminding me I'm loved, and for being yourselves around me (that includes mocking me, reminding me how stupid my thoughts are, telling me I'm annoying, doing my make-up, paying for my jeepney rides, blah.) - I owe you a lot of the laugh-out-louds and crying-because-of-laughing-so-much I make from doing or saying something so childish and senseless. I love you guys!

To the boys who've thought I'm worth a shot, the boys who tried, the boys who failed, the boys who won me over, the boys who once (or twice) made me happy, the boys who still try, to all you fuckers, lah! (HAHAHA!) Man, thank you for feeding my ego. For making chicks strongly dislike me, for making my parents worry, and for making me believe that people do get butterflies in the tummy :) And yes, I don't really have anything important to say, I just want to feed my ego and annoy other girls. Heheheheh xx

And of course to that one person who's always brought out the best in me: My Lola, I love you so much. You never, ever, ever fail to make me feel like I'm the prettiest, smartest, and most blessed girl in the world. Thank you Lola for having such mature conversations with me from since I was seven. Look how smart I've gotten at nineteen! You always made sure I put more things in my head than I do on my face - and with that said, you're responsible for my believing in "it's okay to pamper and love yourself." Heheh! Thank you for encouraging me to dream big, believe in myself, and for constantly being the person to say "I love you" in every conversation I have with - You always remind me that I have all the love in the world that I need. I'm actually going to be a real lady now, Lola. Isn't it crazy? Thank you for being such an inspiration and motivation, and most of all, for being a friend. You're my biggest fan, as I am yours. I love you!

Remember that we only get what we give, so everyday I choose love and gratitude. Thank you, life. I love you.

Happy Birthday to me :)
xxXxXxXXXxXxXxx

The things I don't plan to really always blog about.

2011-06-22T05:56:00.000-07:00

My feelings.

let's talk about sex, baby.

2011-06-07T09:45:00.000-07:00

First and foremost, I did not entirely write all these because I borrowed "words of advice" from one of my fave books which I don't want to endorse right now. Heheh ;)

"Sex is so fundamental, any primate can do it. But let a girl have a little party in her panties and our culture goes batshit." Instantly, we're bitches, sluts and hos. And then there's all that "what our mothers didn't tell us" shit which contradicts it and teaches us that we "regain" our "power" by reviving a long-lost art: cock-teasing. So, will either of this really be of great purpose in the pursuit of true love and intimacy?

What we're missing here is what truly motivates women sexually. To date, our culture assumes that women have sex for four reasons: 1. to have babies, 2. because we're "in love," 3. because we're sluts, 4. because we're only semiconscious. Chyeaah, well girls have sex for all sorts of reasons - we're bored, we're horny, we're passionate, we're insecure and curious and needy. We have sex because our hormones are so turbo-charged. We have sex for noble reasons and stupid reasons. And here is an alphabetical list to name a few:

Affirmation. We're good enough, we're hot enough. People want us.

Anthropology. We always wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman/ an asian/ eurasian/ a republican.

Appeasement. If I have sex with you maybe you'll (a) quit yelling, (b) quit whining, (c) stop buggin me about finishing my thesis.

Attention. More people pay attention to us when we're sleeping with someone.

Babies. Duh.

Cash. Is there anything men won't do for a blowjob?

The Conceptual-art fuck. Sex on motorcycles, on top of your ex-husband's grave, while skydiving, etc.

Cool toys. Wow, this person has a real lightsaber. Wow, this person has a plane. Chains, whips, whatever.

Depression.

Diet Sex. Hey there's either fuck or not eat. Which burns more cals?

The Don't-leave-me/please-call-me-again fuck.

Drunkenness. Often includes wicked hangover, in more ways than one.

The easier-to-say-yes-than-no fuck. This is still not rape. But close.

Escape.

Excitement.

Fantasy.

Fear. We worry that they'll get angry, act crazy, or say something bad about us if we say no.

To Feel "adult." What else can we do if we're not old enough to drink beer and we already smoke and drive?

To Feel alive, sexy, and young.

To Feel desired.

To Feel powerful.

Glamour. Sex with a rock star, model, actor, billionaire, cool leftie activist, athlete, tortured poet, etc.

To Get a clue.

To Get presents.

Great for our looks.

Guilt.

The Hire-me fuck.

The I'm-on-a-vacation-in-a-foreign-country fuck.

To Incite jealousy. Yoohoo! Over here! Look what I'm doing! Eat your heart out!

Intimacy.

Lonliness. Not to be underestimated. Often more powerful aphrodisiac than lust.

Love. Ditto.

Make-up sex. A better, faster peace accord.

To Manipulate.

The Melodrama fuck. We sleep with our lover's best friend, someone married, the person our best friend has a crush on - anything to make everyone's life miserable - because we get some sort of sick pleasure out f it. And because we can.

Natural high.

Nostalgia.

Nothing on television.

Peer pressure. We know: If all our friends jumped off a cliff, would we? Well what if jumping off a cliff increased our social status and maybe gave us orgasm?

The This-person-is-so-hot-I-have-to-sleep-with-them-immediately-or-I-will-die fuck.

Poor-excuse-for-a-hug fuck.

The Powerfuck. Not a reason we like to admit to. Sleeping with someone because we get off on the control we have with them - our student, our blackmail-able boss, etc.

The Prove-something fuck. "See, I'm not gay." "See I'm desirable."

The Rebound fuck. Combination of healing and distraction after the heartbreak.

Self-education.

The That'll-show-my-parents fuck.

The Wait-till-I-tell-my-friends fuck.

Whoops - watching the porno
channel again.

Whoops - vibrator ran out of batteries.

And last but definitely not the least, the number one reason why women have sex:

Because it's fun and it feels good. And let's not let the world forget it.

So ladies, what are your motives? No. Seriously though, what's there to deny? Or better yet, what's there to really lose, right? Now go celebrate the gifts of free will and liberation! xxx

2011-05-31T07:29:00.000-07:00

Wahey, last day of May! Tonight I decided I go back to blogging so here's a superquick random entry with a random picture of how I currently look with spontaneous lighting edits partially-accidentally done. Pretty awesome what not-Photoshop can do, right? ;) So like, yay cos I'm pretty excited to start posting other equally (if not less or more) random nothings like this one! Heee~

All my love xxx