*whistle blows*

“Nice and clean, now.”

Waiting for Mraz

He managed NOT to disappoint. How did I go so long without him?! I s’pose he had to do some soul searching, in fucking HAWAII, while some of us are soul searching in the gutters. Hay nako. In any case, he delivered with his latest album. This time, it’s, somehow, more personal (to me). Anyway, enough with the gibberish. I’m just talking out of my ass. Let’s move on to the more important stuff .. SONG POST!!!

A BEAUTIFUL MESS
Jason Mraz

You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language, your shoddy cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don’t mind my nerve you can call it fiction

But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging

And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades

And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are

Here we are

We’re still here

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it

*

It’s even lovelier when you’re listening to it while you’re on a (natural) high.
(Just in case you’re interested, here’s a LINK to the song.)

*daydreams from the gutter*

The Ariean Nation

I am an Aries, goddamnit. I don’t lose. I never lose.

Oh, that time? Yeah, that’s called conceding. There’s a difference. I bite, kick, scream, and gouge out eyes. So what the fuck is all this touchy-feely bullshit? Maybe I’m coming down with a case of kick-you-in-the-nuts-blood-month. Or maybe the weather is getting me cold and shivering. Or maybe people are steadily becoming retarded and just want to piss me off.

I’m an Aries, goddamnit. I don’t lose. I never lose.

If I want something bad enough, I do everything I can to get it. The guns come out and I wear eu de napalm. I DO care who I step on. But if you’re, eventually, inconsequential to my plans, you will get run over by my tank. So run, run far away because I do not feel very nice and cordial today.

I’m an Aries, goddamnit. I don’t lose. I never lose.

They say “No” to me. WHAT? “No”? What is faggotry is that? You don’t say “No”. You NEVER say “No” to an Aries. *cups ears* What? I think you meant to say, “Yes. Whatever you want.” Because “No” doesn’t make sense. Saying “No” is like .. like .. pftzzzt .. does.not.compute.

I’m an Aries, goddamnit. I don’t lose. I never lose.

What I want, I get. If I don’t get, that just means I dont’t want it anymore. And you. Yes, you. Fuck you. Fuck you and all this stupid logic bullshit. You are a pussy. You are a pathetic unfeeling worm. You are not worthy. I have horns and I am not afraid to ram it up your snivelling, cowardly ass.

I’M AN ARIES, GODDAMNIT!

I DON’T LOSE.

I

NEVER

LOSE.

Song post

This is brought about by a very bad movie and movie picking judgment of the Unhelpful Git. Everything about the movie-that-shall-not-be-named pretty much sucked ass. But at least I remembered that I had the Undiscovered album and that I should download Oasis’ Stop Crying Your <3 Out. I’m not so mean as to rip the film apart without mercy. I have the Unhelpful Git to do that for me.

Sorry. No mp3. Am having my tech peeples work on that tiny bit of hiccup. :p

You Give Me Something
James Morisson

You only stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep
I was meant to tread the water
But now I’ve gotten in too deep

For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might know my heart

You only waited up for hours
Just to spend a little time alone with me
And I can say I’ve never bought you flowers
I can’t work out what they mean

I never thought that I’d love someone
That was someone else’s dream

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might call you from my heart

But it might be a second too late
And the words that I could never say
Are gonna come out anyway

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I’m willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might know my heart

Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart

*

Yes, there is a hint of emo. I’m using the MoonBlood card. Back the fuck off.

The women of sin talk

The Bebot Angel: Maybe now is not the right time to take control.

Little Miss Logic: Philippines is a free country.

Japayuki: I don’t see why it’s a dilemma.

The Clinically Insane: “Look ma, no hands.”

Marshmalou: Play it by ear.

.. and they’re all talking about the same thing.

Song Post

Yes, there was s’posed to be a sappy country music song post but it has now been deleted. I wanted to be a helpless victim, a damsel in distress, but I realized that I have to bury that girl. And from her ashes shall rise the bitch who ALWAYS gets her way. Fuck everyone else. I shall have my cakes and eat them too.

Album sharing courtesy of the Unhelpful Git who I have finally found a use for.

Typical Xurpas team building event by Andy

DONT WORRY ABOUT IT
N.E.R.D.

[Intro - Pharrell]
It’s her dark skin..
It’s your juicy lips girl, ah-ahhh

[Chorus]
She’s bad bad, bad ass (uh)
She’s bad bad, bad ass
She’s bad bad, bad ass (you’re so dark girl)
She’s bad bad, bad ass

[Pharrell]
I’ve been all around the Earth
There no girls that kiss me first
But you just stand there with a smirk
But don’t you worry about it, ahh - OWW!!
.. So BABY!! Don’t fool wit me
If you don’t wanna give it up
Don’t worry about it
BABY!! Don’t fool wit me
If you don’t wanna give it up
Don’t worry about it
I just wanna feel your (uhh)
You just wanna feel my (uhh)
We should just go feel our (uhh)
Imagine.. but fuck it don’t worry about it
OWW!! BABY! Don’t fool wit me
If you don’t wanna give it up
Don’t worry about it (worry about it)
BABY!!! Don’t fool wit me
If you don’t wanna give it up
Don’t worry about it (worry about it)
Baby look at your girl starin at me
And her girl, in the next seat
They want a menage three, don’t worry about it
OWW!! I said BABY!! Don’t fool wit me
If you don’t wanna give it up
Don’t worry about it (worry about it)
Chocolate flower.. uh (worry about it)
See, I know I got them other girls
But I wanna learn from youuuu
There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from
And I’m not trying to looossee, I need you
They say, damn Pharrell! you have a cold heart, will you move?
So when it comes to a girl like you, that moves me
What am I supposed to do? .. but admit it
You’re you’re you’re bad ass
You’re you’re, c’mon sing it wit me

[Chorus]
She’s bad bad, bad ass (uh)
She’s bad bad, bad ass (girl you know you just a)
She’s bad bad, bad ass (uh)
She’s bad bad, bad ass (just)
She’s bad bad, bad ass (I said she’s)
She’s bad bad, bad ass (she’s!)
She’s bad bad, bad ass (she)
She’s bad bad, bad ass (she)

[Outro - Pharrell]
Don’t worry about it..
Don’t worry about it

Welcome to Miami

I think the typhoon season is rearing its wet ugly head. It’s previews have already gotten me good and cold. As soon as I regain consciousness from a night’s sleep, I just want to dive back under the covers. Don’t wake me until the sun is high and the streets seem to be evaporating before your very eyes. I won’t wake up for anything less than a city seemingly under a giant magnifying glass. Because let’s face it, the rain and the cold just make people vulnerable. They turn six-foot men into giant babies who just want their Mommies and hot chocolates and strong-headed women into weeping balls of hormones. *points* I need less of those in my life.

In other news, LFC’s resident queen ho has just scored a vacation with her GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS baller hubby. She needed a break from shopping ALL DAY LONG, picking out aubergine monstrosities, and teetering on hooker heels. And she gets to go home to THIS:

The Fates have shat on the plate I call my life.

A certified MARAthoner

Days before I was to run, excuse me, participate, in the JAL marathon (because I was conned someone who I thought was a friend and was looking out for my well-being (in case any of you were wondering why in God’s name would I subject myself to such an early morning torture)), I made plans to “train” and .. stuff. I didn’t. So you can see where this post is heading, right? Right.

Makes it to my WTF movies of all time

A Marathoner (penchant for pain) Survey

1. What was the first thought that came into your head when you decided to join?
“Huh. Never done anything like that before. GAME!”

2. Second thought?
“What the hell am I getting myself into?”

3. Break o’ dawn, Sunday morning scenario?
*gets up outta bed, grumbles* “430am?! 430am?! #$%^& Damnit.”
*looks inside closet, screams* “I have NOTHING to wear!”

Unfortunately, the marathon didn’t look a thing like the Oblation run.

4. What can you say about the venue?
“I ride all the way to Makati to get my ass handed to me? $%^&*”

5. About the other participants?
To The Clinically Insane: I thought Japayuki asked us to be here ‘coz of a shortage of runners?! This looks like a mass exodus.
To The Bebot Angel: Why the fuck are you wearing makeup?!

6. About the complimentary shirts?
The Clinically Insane: These are the unsexiest shirts evar.
Uneditedmara: *pins number, pins shirt back* I might not be the fastest, but at least I can look fabulous losing this.

7. *pistol fires*
“OMG. I’m running! This is a somewhat strange feeling.”

8. 9 minutes after the pistol fires?
“I need a smoke.”

9. 13 minutes later?
“I’m hungry. I want to eat.”

10. Were you with someone during the marathon?
I was with The Clinically Insane and The Bebot Angel. Both of whom were known to hit the gym a 100 % more times than me.

11. What did you learn from the marathon?
You can never be too careful with contraceptives, several people got pregnant (not during the marathon), and personal life leads you to question “Who fuckin’ loves you?”.

12. What was your time?
Apparently it was around 33 minutes. The 5k was won by a dude that ran it for 12 minutes and change. Duuude. When I was hungry (see number 9), he was already done with the whole thing. Fucking horse.

13. Meet any interesting people?

Matteo Guidicelli, who was thoroughly shocked by the impromptu “Baby!” (no, we did not procreate)

and

a shirtless Derek Ramsey who only smiled politely when I asked him out to breakfast.
His loss.

SOS

A potential disaster. The size of fuckin’ Chernobyl.

OY VEY.

Instead of running around the fields nekkid and basking in the glow of the full moon, as all celebrations SHOULD be celebrated according to the Uneditedmara Protocol, I am, instead, furiously grabbing all the reigns and putting all of this on hold until I can regain proper control of the situation. Whoa nelly! I want to get off at this stop.

You have now entered RockMEhardplace. Enjoy your stay.

Self-induced hangover

I hate that I let myself think the best of things. That I started hoping for something more, something better, something else other than this mundane life. I didn’t want to. Urged on by my friends and people who dream for the world and reach for the stars, I let myself get carried away by something I promised myself I would never even dare come close to. I know what it is and I know what it’s capable of doing to me. Yet I still choose to toy with a delicate matter. And all that dream spinning has gotten my dizzy and disillusioned. Only to find out that it was all a big misunderstanding and that all I’ve gotten from all that hoping is a big headache and a lot more shame in the morning.

What the fuck, Mara?