weekend wonderland

It does'nt help when you wake up in the middle of a hot, humid summer afternoon in front of the TV - sweat-drenched (have'nt took a bath yet, can see the green fumes), sleep-starved (had 2 basketball "practices" in-between sleeping hours) and listen to stupid lyrics over MTV (Okay, it's 50 Cent crooning Candy Shop). Don't get me wrong, I always enjoy whenever I had weekend rest days, last Sunday included. We usually take this time to spend time gardening (snip! snip!), taking on The Wall with a tennis racket, driving around (valet parking attendant, at your service) and spending time in front of the TV.

My favorite phrase last Sunday - Creativity Points, ZERO!!! (Bing! Bing! Bing!). Oh yeah, that includes the Indiana Pacers (got blown out in Game 1 in Boston) and Going Bulilit. Nothing beats the Candy Shop though... I'll take you to the Candy Shop...

Very laughable indeed.

Creativity points for -
Radioactive Sago Project on their Astro (cigarette) music video featuring bell bottom jeans, bangaw shades and a totally hilarious storyline.

Paulo Coehlo's 11 Minutes. Fluids, G-spots, clitorises in a universe-altering, over-the-kitchen table-rocking, finger-licking-good story about the oldest profession in the world.

Very creative indeed.

According to the What is your Seduction Style test, I am a Natural.

The Natural
You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

Wehehe, no comment.

To take the test, click on http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/

It's the height of summer, the heat and humidity climbing way up there that I can feel it in my palms. For those who does not know it yet, I am gifted/cursed with palms that serve as barometer. The moisture content in the air I can tell by the sweat in my palms, or the lack thereof. I have had this "irregularity" since I can remember and aside from smudged drawings and my hesitation to shake hands and give high-fives, I really don't have any complains with having sweaty palms.

Friends have prescribed few "cures" for my condition. Ihian daw pag umaga is the most common suggestion. Though I really do not care about pee-ing in my hands, I can't seem to break the habit of shooting my piss down the urinal/bowl instead of catching it with my hands. Ugh! Having someone pee on my hand every morning is definitely out of the question. Double Ugh!

As everybody was wrapping up World Youth Day '95, I was asleep in my room with a pang of regret that I was not able to attend the event because I chose to have my exams that were scheduled that same week. It was in the news that the late Pope visited many places before he left for Rome after the event, but there was one place he visited that were not on the news. I met the Pope in my dream the very same day that he departed from Manila after the event of 1995.

I was among the crowd that was lining along the street where the Pope's entourage was supposed to pass by. As his limousine (this was in my dream, remember) people were pressing to come closer to the edge of the crowd and I was pushed up front. This was when I noticed that the black limousine was slowing down in front of me and before I knew it, I was being escorted inside where I was face to face with the pontiff himself. In my room, I was crying my heart out.

When the media broke the news that Pope John Paul II passed away, people were recalled the times that they shared with him and how they influenced their lives. If I may shed tears today, it would not be out of sadness. Rather it would be the same tears that I shed almost 10 years ago, tears of happiness that comes when something pure and holy has touched your existence.