My obligatory last post of the year.
I couldn’t do it as structured as The Vadge’s but this is what I’ll leave you with. It has absolutely nothing to do with the year I had. Nothing whatso-fucking-ever.
*somethingmumblesomething* New Year!
I’ve always wanted to be in the Quotes of the Week but I’m a hit-and-miss. I’ve been crossing my fingers all week long in the hopes that at least one of my lines made it to this year’s prestigious set. Damn. The competition was stiff!
If you want to join the Quotes of the Week (as I shall resolve to reposting it more faithfully in this blog), please come join us for a platter or three of SPP or smokes or coffee or towers of beer. You don’t need such an intense situation to deliver such a powerful line. You need only Mannschaft United to set you up and you’re good to go. I invite you to come and chill with us. Yes, there is a possibility of jail time and burning in hell but … we have cupcakes.
Without further ado … the quotes of the year.
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10
Context: how to cope with heartbreak
Adik approves: the very classy and ghey advice.
8
Putangina mo bakla, papatayin kita! (You motherfucking gay man, I’ll kill you!) -the 3-year-old son of Doni’s friend
context: child greets his mother’s friend with a threat
Adik approves the pure undiluted hatred of the young one
6
Talon lang nang talon. Ang lumingon, bakla. (Just keep on leaping. Anyone who looks back is gay.) -Jacklyn Uy
context: Jac encouraging fearlessness and going after what one wants.
Adik approves a quote that mixes bravado and homosexual references
5
Paano ka ipapasok ni coach kung lagi kang lasing? (How would coach let you play if you’re always drunk?) – Djong Tan
context: Djong’s take on why I can’t play the game
Adik approves because she wants to prove Djong wrong: sports and alcohol DO mix.
4
San kaya sya nag-renta ng wheelchair? (I wonder where he rented his wheelchair.) -Mara Navarro
context: Mannschaft United was hanging out at Burnham, near the biking lane when Mara spotted a wheelchair-bound man.
Adik approves because the statement catapulted Mara to number one.
context: afternoon chatting
Adik approves Doni’s subtle challenge to God to show who He favors.
context: a line that was meant to woo a woman
Adik approves the mockery the line has received.
context: My hair.
Adik approves………it is sexy
A repost from the equally awesome Lulubelle who had the time (and stomach) to remember it all and write it down in a manner that would entertain and, and the same time, disgust readers everywhere. PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, LET’S ROCK 2008!
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Villainous act: dissing Mad Jens with in English with a girl-from-the-barrio accent, not knowing shit what she’s talking about
special powers: fat, mindlessness
Arab Boss
Villainous act: is the head of a group of grammar heathens
special powers: giving memos
Clarita
Villainous act: subjects victims to daily 8-hour torture
special power: will make your head explode with frustration
Single White Female N
Villainous act: copying/stealing Lulubelle’s identity and ideas, undeterred by marriage; dating a guy Lulubelle dated
special powers: mimicry with a splash of cheap
That Creature D Was With
Villainous act: public display of violence, verbal abuse
special power: can give Douchebag of Douchebag-Whore a challenge to his throne of douchebaggery, likes assholes and is an asshole
***my gratitude to those who submitted their nominees
Obligatory year-ender questionnaire from Tiffy.
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1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?
Tried to be a parent and failed at being a partner.
2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for this year?
I don’t think I made one. If I did, can you remind me what it is? *looks through archive* Nope, nothing written there. This year? No BS.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Not that close.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
My paternal stepgrandfather, just a couple of weeks ago.
5. What countries did you visit?
None. Because I’m poor.
6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?
Yes, Tiffy. Money. Forget about love. Gimme gimme more monies.
7. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
The week-long breakup.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Nothing. Nothing worth being proud of.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Relationship.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing that required major surgery but I had the bouts of flu here and there.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
A dress that I wore to my daughter’s first birthday.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Mine.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Mine. And disgusted at someone else’s.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Into thin air and those sellers in Multiply. Well played, sirs.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Isabella’s first birthday.
16. What song will always remind you of 2007?
Nothing.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. Happier or sadder? Happier. DAMN RIGHT.
ii. Thinner or fatter? Thinner. Deyuuum woman!
iii. Richer or poorer? Poorer.
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Making lots of money.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Planning for a wedding that wasn’t going to happen.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
Following the traditions of others.
22. Did you fall in love in 2007?
With The Swede. With The Spaniard. With Gummybear. Hindi ka masusuklian kasi libre ang umibig.
23. How many one-night stands?
I have yet to rack up points in this area.
24. What was your favorite TV program?
Scrubs. Ugly Betty.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Yes. With the passion of a thousand burning suns.
26. What was the best book(s) you read?
The Fountainhead.
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Last Five Years courtesy of Sarah.
28. What did you want and got?
Any answer. An answer I didn’t want to hear.
29. What was your favorite film of this year?
Damn. That is a TOUGH one. There are three films that receive the honor.
Second runner-up goes to: Semen, una historia de amor.
First runner-up goes to: Lust Caution.
And the gold goes to: 300.
30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 24 and I … was lodged in a hand-to-hand combat with my PC.
31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Revenge. Karma. Justice.
32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?
“You need some sissy-fication.”
33. What/who kept you sane?
SPP! The only thing that looks good on me is insanity.
34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
No one in particular though I think Gwen Stefani *rocks* motherhood.
35. What political issue stirred you the most?
I’m Atenean. I don’t *do* political issues.
36. Who did you miss?
My old self.
37. Who was the best new person you met?
The Spaniard! I need Jesus to tell me that it’s going to be okay and then proceed to turn my water into beer.
38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007:
Trust no one.
A repost from Taning.
Obviously I’ve got nothing better to do on Christmas eve. Aside from the holidays sucking harder than global warming, I’ve already had a record of several posts, I might as well finish this night off (and myself) with a suicide-inducing repost. Masokista kung masokista.
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CLOSURE can mean a lot of things in Philosophy and Math. But as far as romance is concerned, closure is the right word for the complete conclusion of a relationship.
It is that distinct sense of freedom from all the grudges, bitterness and resentments that a bad breakup may have brought. Closure is also freedom from wishful thinking, false hopes and incessant novenas for the loved one to come back. Simply put, when you’ve found closure, it means you know it’s over, and it’s just okay that way.
The question is: When do you say “It’s over and it’s just okay?”A normal person won’t be happy to end a relationship that’s been a part of his/her life, especially if the relationship has lasted for a significant length of time. Still, it does not mean that no normal person would end a relationship. In fact, a mentally sound person would know when a relationship should come to an end.
Following are some of the possible scenarios that can lead to a breakup (not in any order): lack of common interests, infidelity, boredom, pride, selfishness, arrogance, insensitivity, the presence of a third party, etc. Some relationships overcome, some try to overcome; but not every relationship can overcome these issues.
Let’s face it: Everybody wants something more — especially if he or she ends up with people who are used to giving much less than what they can actually give.
Once the stage of being so blindly in love is over and all the romantic issues are exposed, it becomes increasingly more difficult to stay, especially when things just get worse day by day. (Sometimes, they don’t really get worse; they just become more obvious.)
Then once the limit for overcoming is met, the breakup happens. If you’ve been around, or have friends who have been around, you’ll know for sure that breakups never just happen. A breakup is always the end result of a series of unpleasant events. Falling out of love is merely one of these unpleasant occurrences.
In an ideal breakup, one partner says it’s over, and the other agrees and even feels relieved that the breakup need not come from him/her, or that finally, the breakup happened before the relationship got any deeper or more serious.
Annie Reed’s (Meg Ryan) breakup with her fiancé in “Sleepless in Seattle” is a classic example of a clean, smooth and ideal breakup. Minutes after breaking up with the guy she can’t afford to marry, she’s with Sam Baldwin (Tom Hanks) and they are free to start a new relationship without fear of being stalked, threatened, humiliated or cursed.
We all wish every breakup is like that. But not everyone finds closure fast and easy, especially when there are no Sam Baldwins or Annie Reeds meeting on top of the Empire State Building. Enough about the movies! In real life, closure does not come easily to everyone. This is because not everyone understands why breakups need to happen.
In a funny way, even with a list of a thousand reasons for a breakup, the other party would still think that the issues could be worked out. This is tricky, because once you hear of a reason leading to a breakup, it should be quite evident that your loved one is unhappy with you. And once you start coming up with a rebuttal, it only means you’re making an argument, not to save the relationship, but to prove that you’re right.
On the one hand, it’s good to “fight” for your love. On the other hand, what would you be fighting for if the other person has decided to move on? Where is the “love” in that person?
I’ve seen people who found it hard to let go because they thought the reasons given to them were lame and irrational. They try to argue back, without realizing that the reasons were only lame and irrational to them because they’re looking at their relationship in different ways. They’re not on the same page. They’re going on different directions. They’re not aiming for the same marks. Therefore, it does not make sense for them to continue on a journey together.
Who is “the third party?” This androgynous character is so notorious for breaking up a lot of relationships. Poor Third Party, even when you’re not the real reason, others would still put the blame on you, not getting that you won’t be in the scene without much help from the first or second party.
People just give you too much credit because you’re easier to blame. In “My Best Friend’s Wedding,” Julianne Potter (Julia Roberts) couldn’t let go of Michael O’Neal (Dermot Mulroney) who was getting married to someone he just met. So with much conviction, she told her gay friend George (Rupert Everett), “I can make him happier than her.” To which George replied, “Is this about winning?”
Unfortunately, it is so easy to forget that love is not about winning, or comparing yourself to anyone whom your love interest has chosen to marry. Love is always about giving and setting free.
You can wallow over a broken heart all your life. Or, you can just begin to live with the fact that your relationship may be over, but your life is not, and at the rate the population is increasing on this planet, there’s a good chance you’ll meet someone new and begin a new relationship.
Form your own closure by accepting that it’s over and love is not about winning. It’s always about the journey.
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*finishes a bottle of wine*
I’m fine.
I’m peachy keen.
Right as rain.
Right as fucking rain, I tells ya.
Tiffy recently (?) posted about wanting the Koenigsegg CCX …
0-60 mph: 3.5 seconds
0-100 mph: 7.7 seconds
0 – 1/4 Mile: 11 sec.
Engine: V8 806 bhp @ 6900 rpm
.. and then the Mazda Taiki …
I think they’re gorgeous and all but .. the Caparo has stolen my Autobahn-directed heart. Yes, yes. It’s not as beautiful, but fuck it. It has 575 horsepower and “screams to 10,500 rpms to do it”. It can go from 0-60 mph in less than 2.5 seconds or 100 mph within 5 seconds. It pulls 3G of lateral acceleration under right conditions, also as eye-poppingly unbelievable ’round corners and braking. Hello carbon fiber body and 2-seater carbon/aluminium honeycomb monocoque. *drool* It’s the fastest-accelerating production car in the world. Can you believe that this baby is road legal?! I still have a spot in my heart for my McMerc and no one can change that. But when we’re talking about reaching a Formula 1 high, this is the demon that brings you close to that kind of heaven.
Loki: I rained down sulphur, man, there’s a subtle difference.
Bartleby: Oh, yeah, I’m sure.
Loki: Hey, you know, fuck you, man. Any moron with a pack of matches can set a fire. Raining down sulphur is like an endurance trial man. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, outside of soccer.
I can appreciate a good holiday, but not Christmas. You can have Christmas for all I care. I’m not a fan of the lights and the fake snow and the ridiculous amounts of money wasted on presents just for effect on the ONE NIGHT of the year. And let’s not start with the cooking. Tons and pounds of meat and pasta just so you can eat its leftovers all-week long? *shakes head*
Don’t judge me being such a Grinch, though. I can name two things that made Christmas less of a sham: 1) The Spaniard and 2) Gummybear is my Secret Santa! *giggles* See? Foul mood INSTANTLY gone. 
And the people are the worst this time of year. They pretend that they’re wishing you good cheer but they’ll be back to being bitches and bastards past midnight. Hypocritical whores and douchebags. Be nice to me any other time and maybe I just might remember that you’re not a complete asshole. But pick Christmas and that just has peer pressure written all over it.
I know what you’re thinking, I’m just saying all this because of recent events. You are partly right and partly a moron. I don’t need people to be nice and cheery during the Christmas season. Stinky cab drivers do that. Toothless beggars do that. The will-bang-for-a-buck ladies at the corner do that. I am not amused by your tinsel-clad antics. I can see right through the candy canes and Christmas lights, which are, by the way, fire hazards.
Don’t give your co-worker who leaves you to take the bullet a scented candle just because you don’t want them to get the impression that you don’t like them. YOU DON’T. Let them be one present short. It’s not like they’d care. Don’t throw a party for a roomful of people that you despise being with. They’re just there for the food and your booze. Let them get drunk elsewhere and on their own dime. Don’t give alms or donations to charity just because your heart has become softer today. Do it after Christmas. Do it when there is no fuzzy feeling. Do it when there are no jingles being sung.
Chronicling bad Christmases is an easy task. I mean, 2 years ago was bad, the last year with this, but THIS year takes the whole fucking, tacky colored, carton-tasting cake.
BAH. FUCKING. HUMBUG.
Sweden .. CHECK.
Spain .. CHECK.
Christmas came in the form of a “filthy rich” Spaniard that waltzed into the office and raised every female’s eyebrow. There was a mad dash to his line of vision except for one cheeky little muffin.
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
“The Power of Christ Compels You” by Andy
Fast forward to five days later, countless of liters of beer, endless hours of talking, and legs (AY.), The Adik Association is ready to plant a flag on his ass and claim him as their own.
Christ and the Anti-Christ. A fight. To the death.
Toasting to world domination.
Smitten much?
Hurry back, Spaniard. Bring with you your accent, Gago jerseys, and a whole bunch of tanning lotion. Plus, Sarah is in withdrawal as we speak. Or as you speak. Me tuviste al decir “hola”.
