Friday, August 30, 2002I just remembered that i have a birthday party to go to tomorrow afternoon. My very good friend's daughter is turning 1.
Now, i've known this friend of mine since highschool. We went to the same college. We got our driver's license at around the same time. I was part of the cotillion during her debut. We shared a lot of drunk nights together. I was the first person she approached when her cherry got popped. I was one of the bridesmaids during her wedding. Now she has a cute daughter named Beatrice and she's already a year old. I just can't believe its been that long. And then there's my college bestfriend, Karla who's giving birth to her 2nd child next month. Jeez, i feel old.
Anyhow, i gotta run now and buy her a gift (this is the 3rd time this month that i'm buying a gift for a baby, can you believe?!? Buti na lang, i LOVE LOVE LOVE kids!).
Have a good weekend everyone!!!
Bunny @ Friday, August 30, 2002
THE P and F DEFICIENCY
My boyfriend and i were in Music One in Megamall yesterday looking for a Colourfield CD (they're an old new wave band). So my boyfriend approaches a saleslady...
Boyfriend: Miss, meron ba kayong colourfield CD?
Saleslady: Sir, sundan nyo na lang po ako
Boyfriend follows Saleslady
Boyfriend: Miss, Bakit niyo ako dito sa P section dinala?
Saleslady: Sabi niyo po ColourPield tiba? Yung last name po kasi yung una niyong hanapin.
Boyfriend: Miss, Colourfield (emphasizes the F). Pangalan yun ng banda, hindi tao.
Saleslady: oo nga po, colourpield.
Boyfriend: Sige miss, thank you na lang.
Bunny @ Friday, August 30, 2002
Thursday, August 29, 2002FILIPINO TAXI DRIVERS aka THE SCUM OF THE EARTH!!!
I decided to take the morning off from work because i wasn't feeling very well this morning. Maybe because i laughed my guts out after watching Rex Navarrete in Greenbelt 3 last night (that man is FUNNY! And he's sooo cute everytime he says "Wassup for you, Ladies?!").
And so i left the house at around 1130am and when i got outside of the village, i decided to take a cab since i was in a hurry to get to work. I approached a cab...
Scum (taxi driver): Miss, san kayo?
Me: Manong, sa may Greenbelt lang po.
Scum: Miss, 150 po ha? (i've ridden cabs from my village to greenbelt before and it really only costs around 70 bucks)
Me: Manong, yung greenbelt po sa Makati yun, hindi sa Quezon City.
Scum: Eh miss, traffic eh. Tsaka babayaran pa po namin yung dispatcher.
Me: Ah ganun? Sige ho, FX na lang po sasakyan ko.
Scum: O miss, 120 na lang.
Me: Hindi na po, bale. Yung FX 20 pesos lang eh.
So i took the FX even if i had to wait awhile for more passengers.
Gggrrr!!! Most taxi drivers in this country will do everything just to get more money out of you. I'm sure everyone has a really bad taxi driver story to tell. I have lots but this one should be enough for now. Whats your story?
Bunny @ Thursday, August 29, 2002
Wednesday, August 28, 2002CEBU, HERE I COME!!!
I leave on Sept 20 (Friday) and come back on the 22nd (Sunday). 3 weeks to go. At least, i have more time to save up for the trip!
Bunny @ Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Monday, August 26, 2002THE PERFECT MONDAY
I think I'm coming down with the flu.
I have cough. Bad, bad cough.
I've got sore throat and my throat feels itchy.
I've got colds.
Client meeting all the way in Manila. (how am i going to talk to my client in this state?)
I'm soooo bursting with fruit flavor on this perfect Monday.
Bunny @ Monday, August 26, 2002
Friday, August 23, 2002CHIVALRY IS DEAD
On some days, my boyfriend and i would decide to meet in Megamall after work (he works in Pasig and i work in Makati). I would normally take the MRT but the last time i did that, i got traumatized. The line to buy tickets were soooo long plus once i got inside the train, it was so jampacked with people, i could hardly breathe. What can you expect? it was rush hour. So since then, I take the bus. Yes, it might be a little traffic but at least, i get to sit down.
Yesterday, something disappointing happened. I rode a bus at the station infront of Enterprise Center in Ayala. The bus was full. When i got in, only 2 people were standing up. They were both women. Not one of the many men inside the bus offered their seats to us.
Some passengers got down at 6750 so i was able to grab a seat. *breathed sigh of relief*
We had just gotten past Rustan's when a woman carrying a baby (who was probably only 3 months old) rode the bus. Not one of the men inside the bus stood up and offered their seat to the lady. After what seemed like forever (but it was really just around 10 seconds after the lady got in the bus), i stood up and gave my seat to the woman carrying the baby.
And after 3 seconds, a man stood up and offered his seat to me.
Is chivalry really dead? For a man to offer a woman his seat, another girl has to give up her seat to a woman carrying a baby?
I was so dying to poke their eyes with my umbrella!!! Where did all the REAL MEN go?
Bunny @ Friday, August 23, 2002
Thursday, August 22, 2002I've been wanting to go visit Cebu for the longest time. The last time I was in Cebu was way back in the 80's. I was only 7 yrs. old and we went there to spend time with my cousins who were migrating to the States. It was also the first time i rode a plane and i remember asking my mom as soon as we landed, "Mama, can i tell my friends that i've been to another country already since i rode a plane?" I thought Cebu was a totally different country. I was still in the Philippines pala. I don't remember much from the trip. All i know is that we went to so many beaches and that i got so sunburned after the trip. And i will never forget Kawasan Falls. The water was soooo cold but it was really beautiful. I wonder if it's still clean. My boyfriend and i have been planning a trip to Cebu for months now because we have free accomodations to Waterfront Hotel and we're dying to use them.
Hooray! I got this via email this morning.
WE'RE GOING TO CEBU! My hunny and i already planned it over lunch today. We'll leave on a Friday and take the last flight Sunday (or maybe extend till Monday?). We'll take a day tour to Bohol (makakakita na rin ako ng tarsier monkey!) We're planning on leaving end of the month or 1st week of September. I'm so excited!!!
Bunny @ Thursday, August 22, 2002
Monday, August 19, 2002My good friend (he's almost like a brother) since i was 14, John, left for the States this morning. Its not like he's not coming back. He'll be there for 4 months to work and attend his cousin's wedding. I'm not only sad because we've known each other for 9 years and its the first time he's going to be gone for so long. I'm not only sad because the whole barkada is going to miss joking around with him. I'm not only sad because he's not going to be here for his birthday which he normally celebrates with a drinking and bonding session. I'm sad because his departure just reminded me of my many good good friends and family who have left the country in search for better lives....and a lot of Benjamins. John, i'll miss you bro! Even if you keep calling my dog a hamster!
Aldo. My best guy friend. I owe this man a lot. You see, when my ex broke up with me, i saw so devastated, i decided to kill myself. But since it was my 1st (and by Gawd, the last!) shot at suicide, the pathetic me didn't know how to die. The only thing i found that would make me die gracefully was a blade. Classic. I was about to do it when the phone beside me rang and what do you know, it was Aldo asking me how i was doing. And then i cried like a baby and told him how bad i felt. When he found out what i was supposed to do, he talked some sense into me. Even the next day, he made sure i got to work safe. He was there. For me. And he's been there ever since. We've seen the skeletons in each others closets. He's in Boston now finishing his studies and working at the same time. Although, there's email and text to help us communicate, it's still not enough. Sometimes, our best conversations happen outside my house while smoking a cigarette. Miss you, Alds.
Gina. Met her online back in '97 (or was it '96?). Considered here one of my bestfriends ever since. We both love vanilla milkshakes, kebabs, ox brain and isaw. She's the 1st person i run to when ANYTHING happens to me. She's been in the States for almost half a year now. Ginaaaa my kitty sensi pakner (don't ask me what that means. its a secret code.Hehe!), miss you sobraaaa!!!!
Mama. Last time i saw her was around this time last year. She stayed for a few months before going back to Chicago. Before she arrived, she was gone for almost a year. The first time she left, i cried. I've never been away from my mother. And although we don't agree with everything, i love her to the bone. She had to leave so she can work and provide for the family. Times indeed are hard. I'm actually ok now. I got used to not having her around. I've become more independent that way. But i worry about my younger sisters who need a mom at this stage in their lives. I can try to be a mom to them but i know it won't be enough. *sigh* I will not continue because I don't want to cry.
Coco. Known Coco since we were teeny boppers. Went to the same parties together but were never really close. He's the nicest guy i know. I swear, sometimes he's too good to be true. But he really is too good. I only got to know him really well a year before he left for the States (which was last year) because we would meet for coffee almost every night with other friends. He's in Jersey now and he emails me regularly about stuff that happens to him. I hope he finds a good girlfriend soon. He deserves one.
Shirley. The most kikay doctor you will ever meet. My gimmick buddy. I miss her weekend text messages that go, "San gimik?". Shirley, if you're reading this, bumalik ka na dito. But i know you're happy din there. Hope to see you real soon. mwah!
Survey says 19% of Filipinos want to leave the country because they see no hope in RP. I don't want to leave.
Mr. Benjamin, you're the reason why the people i love and so many more Filipinos are leaving the country.
Bunny @ Monday, August 19, 2002
Friday, August 16, 2002MY PILLOW GOT DEVIRIGINIZED...
Last night, I slept early with my 5-month-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi beside me. I woke up at around midnight and saw Tashi humping my pillow! I sleep with 3 pillows. One under my head, the other between my legs and the 3rd one just above my tummy. Tashi was humping the pillow above my tummy. And it was my favorite pillow because it was the softest.
Me: No! *pulls pillow away from Tashi*
And then i thought, if i were the dog and I'm so aroused by this pillow and someone takes it away, I'd be pissed too, right? So i went back to sleep. This morning, i told our helper to wash my pillow.
I'm making a mental note to buy my dog a small pillow for him to hump. Hehe!
Bunny @ Friday, August 16, 2002
Thursday, August 15, 2002PHONE-ATIC
The other day, i was walking in Glorietta when i saw this girl taking a picture of her friends using her Nokia 7650!!! Shit! I want that phone too! Its 30,000!!!!
Bunny @ Thursday, August 15, 2002
My dad is in charge of bringing my sisters to school everyday. But at least twice a week, he would ask one of my sisters to wake me up at 6am (arrrgghh!!!) to ask me if i can bring them to school instead. The problem is, what he wants me to do is bring my sisters to school, brave the morning traffic in South Super Highway, then head back home. And by the time i get home, it will usually be 8am and I still haven't taken a bath, still haven't dressed for work. Therefore making me....late for work. Sometimes, i do it. Most of the time, i mumble and go back to sleep.
I've told him a dozen times: If you need me to bring the kids to school, let me know the night before. So i can set my alarm at 530, take a bath, dress up, bring the kids to school and go straight to work. Sounds reasonable, right? But noooo..he whines about needing to bring the car which means i still need to go home and...be late for work.
And, I need to sleep. I hate having it interrupted for something not planned. I'm tulog mantika. Anyone who's seen me sleep knows that.
*sigh* Sometimes i ask myself...Why am i related to people I can't relate with?
Bunny @ Thursday, August 15, 2002
Wednesday, August 14, 2002Joey Marquez loves Kris naman pala. I know i bash Kris but I'm happy for her.
Bunny @ Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Last night's episode of Sex and the City really saddened me.
I don't understand Carrie. Why doesn't she want to get married? Aidan is gorgeous, sweet, responsible, financially stable, and best of all, he's crazy about her. He's every woman's dream! I think Aidan was right when he told her, "If you don't marry me now, you'll never want to marry me". Na-Sad talaga ako.
I also felt bad for Samantha. She ruined her chance at love. but it was Richard's fault too. Sayang. I've always wanted to see Samantha inlove. Oh well, we'll never know. It might just happen.
Shucks, my name is Bunny and I'm addicted to Sex and the City.
Bunny @ Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Do you have a list of whatever happened to's? I do...
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO:
1. Banig. aka Josephine Roberto. For those of you who don't remember, she's this kid who's pinay and made it big (not sure) in the U.S. by winnning in Star Search. She had a duet pa nga with Gary Valenciano eh.
2. Shanice. "Saving forever for you" played on the radio last night and it brought back a lot of my teeny bopper memories.
3. Vanilla Ice. I memorized "Ice ice Baby" when i was in 5th grade. And who can forget the hair?
4. Chuck Norris. Caught "Delta Force" on HBO a few nights ago and wondered what happened to him. Wasn't he like a big hotshot action star then?
5. MC Hammer. Aminin niyo na...nagustuhan nyo rin siya. *sings* I say we pray (pray), oh yeah we pray (pray). We gotta pray just to make it today!
6. JC Bonnin. He was my crush in "Bagets".
7. Jeremy Jordan. My ultimate teenage crush! When i was a teenager, i had this fantasy that his song, "Wanna Girl" was dedicated to me.
8. Brandon Call. You'll remember him as David Haselhoff's son when Baywatch first came out. He was on the back cover of my trapper keeper in 6th grade (sa front si jeremy jordan). He's really cute.
I've run out of names...for now. Feel free to add some MORE. This should be fun!
Bunny @ Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Tuesday, August 13, 2002I found this essay in my inbox while I was looking for an email from way back that i needed to forward to my boss. I believe this was published at Inquirer's Youngblood September of 2001. I don't know if you guys have read this. If you haven't, you should. It's heartbreaking. I feel for this woman. I wonder how she's doing now...
TODAY, I will attend an execution: my own. I will watch it with both eyes open and I will not cry. I will not break down just because the man I have loved since forever will marry someone else. I will watch him promise himself to a woman who will never love him like I have. I will watch them bind themselves to a vow I should have taken.
I have loved Oliver almost all my life. I have known him since I saved his six-year-old hide from a bully named Ricardo who wanted to rid him of his two yellowed front teeth. I was five at the time, but having grown with five older brothers and a hellion of a sister, ``Totoy Cardo'' was a piece of cake.
Oliver was so overcome with embarrassment at having a girl to protect his scrawny neck that from that time on he made it a point to be the rescuer, not the rescued.
As time passed, muscles filled out this lanky frame and those two front teeth began to sparkle. He combs his hair, and he takes a bath daily now. In short, he has become a fine specimen of manhood.
The best part is, he lived up to his promise: he became my self-appointed guardian (well, I don't know if that's the best or the worst part). He was just always there, sticking to me like glue. It used to drive me nuts that he never let me out of his sight.
When I was 12, I ran from the infirmary on my way home. I had found out in the most humiliating way that I had become a woman: there was a big red stain on the back portion of my skirt. The jeers and the taunts followed me through the school corridors.
Oliver dashed after me and offered to accompany me home. I declined, of course. He seemed to understand my discomfiture and promised to drop later with the things left in school.
When I reached home I was told that I needed to jump three times on the stairs (which I did) and to wash my face with my blood (which I didn't do).
Oliver dropped by in the afternoon, sporting a black eye and a bruise on his arm. When I asked him what happened, he said he had walked into a closed door. I believed him. But a few days later, minus the dysmennorhea, I found out that Oliver got into fisticuffs because some guy made a disgusting remark about me.
Nobody had ever fought for me before that. And when you're 12 and discussing in class how King Arthur and fairest of them all, Lancelot, fought for Guinevere's love, you tend to get ideas. I loved Oliver then.
When we were in high school and I found out that the school's heartthrob and one of my most ardent suitors, Richard, was involved with a bustier girl, it was to Oliver that I ran. When I didn't graduate as valedictorian and I got so drunk, it was Oliver who took me home. He didn't even mind that I barfed all over his dad's car (which he borrowed without permission). When I decided to go to UP and he went to Ateneo, we celebrated by partying. When I lost my mom in a car accident, he took care of everything. When my dad followed my mom less than a year later after a heart attack, he was there again.
By this time he was an appendage of my life. He used to check out the guys I came to know. Nobody dared to get serious with me--not when Oliver had a black belt.
I didn't know how to define our relationship. I didn't know what we were. We definitely were more than friends, better even than best friends. It was like we were a couple, but formally not one. We did all the things that couples did like hang out and neck but always stopped when things got too hot. Since we never defined what we meant to each other, we never said ``I love you'' or whatever serious couple told each other. As a result, I remained a chaste princess while my prince caroused and sowed wild oats, but still had the energy to monitor my movements.
I didn't mind. After all, I was so sure we'd end up together. I always thought that in the end, it would be us. I loved him. I managed to convince myself that he loved me (what else could it be?). Little did I know that love doesn't conquer all, it only conquers the weak.
I didn't think he'd be so stupid as to get a girl pregnant on the same night they met at a party. I didn't think he'd be so stupid as to forget to use some form of contraception. After all, he had given me a lecture on safe sex. And I didn't think he'd be so stupid as to marry the girl.
But maybe I forgot that after all he was a man, and men have been known to be stupid about these things. Their brain is located in a region other than between the ears.
What could I do? Kicking him in the groin and punching him in the eye seemed like a good idea then. Don't blame me; he was the one who enrolled me in a self-defense course. But I did not feel better. Seeing him bent over in pain only made me angrier. I wasted my life for this lousy excuse of a man? I could not believe it!
I wanted nothing more than to run to him and beg him to wake me up from the stupid dream. I wanted him to take me some place where we didn't know anybody. No pain, no memory, no humiliation. I wanted to just forget it ever happened but since I flunked in the School for Martyrs, I couldn't, for the life of me pretend, it didn't happen. I
couldn't pretend he didn't hurt me. I couldn't pretend everything was fine and dandy and exactly the way it was before.
We didn't talk for a month. For both of us who were practically inseparable, that was like an eternity. I ducked into corners whenever I would see him. I wouldn't take his calls. I wouldn't see him. And for some time hate was my reason for getting up in the morning, for breathing, for living. Hate and I became good friends.
``God brings men into deep waters, not to drown them but to cleanse them,'' somebody once wrote. I didn't want to be cleansed. I just wanted to drown in pain and misery and utter desolation. I wanted to wallow in the dark and deep pit of despair.
I know a thousand and one clichis that say this can be a blessing and that I should be thankful. But thankful is the last thing I'm feeling right now. I've always thought that there are three kinds of women: those who break, those who mend and those who are broken themselves. Before this hit me, I assumed that I belonged to the first or second
category. Now I know I'm in the third--so hurt and broken up inside.
My grandmother used to say that there is nothing you can do about pain when it gives you a silly grin except grin right back. All I could manage was a wry smile, a killer headache and the worst hangover the day before his wedding. Evidence of that is the disgusting sight of mashed potatoes and barbecue, thrown up not three meters away from where I was lying prostrate on the floor and the awful stench of cigarette on my hair.
Frankly I don't want to go. I want to wallow in misery in my messy room, crying, retching and stinking, surrounded with Michael Learns to Rock (whose songs are dedicated to the broken-hearted) CDs. But I have to go and attend the wedding. I have to bathe and prepare and put on that atrocious peach (it's not even my color!) gown. I'm not doing it for the groom, my one true friend and love, Oliver. Neither am I doing it for the bride, my younger sister, Sandra, who needs me. I'm doing it for my unborn niece who has the great fortune of having me as her aunt.
Call me stupid, but I've always known my place. If it isn't beside the man I was destined to marry, if it isn't behind my sister, who will take his name, wear his ring and bear him a child, then it must be with my niece, cradled close to my heart so that she will know both of our love.
SC, 22, teaches at a private school in Cagayan de Oro City while taking up postgraduate studies.
If by chance you ever bump into my blog, may i just say that you are one strong woman. And i hope you find a greater love soon.
Bunny @ Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Monday, August 12, 2002Watch "About a Boy"! It's witty, funny and entertaining. His flat is the perfect bachelor's pad! And if you are or know a jerk who's afraid of commitment, you/he might learn a thing or two from the film.
It has a lot of lessons about life. I honestly didn't think i would like this movie so much!
Bunny @ Monday, August 12, 2002
Friday, August 09, 2002MY LOVE FOR FILIPINO FOOD
I'm at an internet cafe in megamall right now waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up. I just came from the Buy Pinoy Exporter's Fair at the Megatrade Hall to get some leads for future business projects. At least, that was what i thought.
When i got out of the trade fair, i had 4 plastic bags with me and i was 500 bucks poorer. But i'm very pleased with the stuff i bought:
1. 3 pcs of boneless bangus (i'm eating this for dinner)-100 pesos
2. 1 pretty big bag of banana chips - 35 pesos
3. 1 bag of sweet and spicy dried squid - 35 pesos
4. 1 bag of danggit (tomorrow's breakast! yum!)- 100 pesos
5. 1 bag of tocinong tuyo(i have yet to try this! seems interesting noh?)- 50 pesos
6. 3 500ml bottles of sinamak vinegar (2 for my hunny and 1 for me)- 180 pesos
You can buy all these and more online at Pinoy Delikasi.
Have a great weekend, you guys!!!
Bunny @ Friday, August 09, 2002
1. Do you have a car? If so, what kind of car is it? I don't have my own car but we own a Honda Vtech and Mitsubishi Exceed Van.
2. Do you drive very often? Not very much. I only bring a car when i need to. Otherwise, I'd rather commute. Its cheaper and more convenient.
3. What's your dream car? My dream car has always been a Lamborghini Diablo. I actually love Jamiroquai's video of "Cosmic Girl" because he drives a purple one in it. I heard he collects Diablos and has been pulled over millions of times for speeding.
4. Have you ever received a ticket? Almost. Once, I was pulled over for beating a red light and instead of being issued a ticket, i just paid the cop 100 bucks.
5. Have you ever been in an accident? Nothing really grave. Just the normal bumper-hit-the-fender kind. And that happened when i was still a kid. My mom was driving.
Bunny @ Friday, August 09, 2002
Thursday, August 08, 2002My friend texted me this forwarded message last night:
Kris Aquino's version of Ninoy's motto:
"The Filipino married man is worth dying for."
I'm sorry if i was mean, but i laughed!
Bunny @ Thursday, August 08, 2002
I woke up late this morning and i quickly realized that i still havent packed my clothes for my sleepover at Charo's condo tonight. So i brought my toiletries, underwear, my clothes for tomorrow and tomorrow night (in case i'm going out).
I was already on my way to work when it dawned on me....Shit! I forgot to bring my pajamas!!!!!
So Charo, if you get to read this and you're still home, puhhhlleeaasse lend me a big shirt for tonight!
Bunny @ Thursday, August 08, 2002
Monday, August 05, 2002THE MINI ME
Last Satrurday, while drinking with friends at Hutu's Hut, we saw Disney's, "The Kid" playing on the TV set. And so i asked everyone:
If your 8-year-old self was standing in front of you right now and you would only be given 5 minutes to talk to him, what would you tell him?
We all thought about our lives back when we were 8 and realized that the real turning point in our lives happened when were 12. It was the time when we had to deal with peer pressure and being "cool" and all those pre-adolescence mumbo jumbo. So instead, we thought about what we would tell our 12-year-old self.
One of my friends said he wouldn't allow some guy to bully him and call him and his friends names, the other said he would prohibit him from eating too much. When it was my turn to spill, i said, I would tell mini Bunny to be brave and to not let the norms of society dictate what she should or should not do. My friends thought that was vague and that i had to say something specific. Something that only Bunny would know. We started talking about something else after that but i really thought about that something specific i would tell my mini self.
I spent more than half of my school years in an exclusive school for girls that was known for making tusok tusok the fishballs. Admittedly, there are girls from my school who speak in annoying taglish but the same goes for other schools.
While job hunting after college, i came upon an ad in the paper looking for project managers for the Pasig River Rehabilitation Project. I was soooo interested to apply. So i went to Malacanang and headed to the office in charge of this project to submit my resume...
Gov. worker: *looks at my resume* Oh, you live in Merville? I live there too!
Me: really? where there?
and she tells me that she lives in one of the small villages inside the subdivision. Then, she looks through my resume some more...
Gov. worker: Wow! Full blooded assumptionista ka pala....eh anong ginagawa mo dito?
Me: *fake smile* I'm interested in the position, po.
I was soooo stunned, that was all i could say. So there. If my 12-year-old self was in front of me right now, I'd warn her about this discriminating government worker and I'd tell her to answer back and stand up for herself.
Bunny @ Monday, August 05, 2002
I love neoprints a.k.a. photo stickers. I have tons of them with friends and family in my wallet. Bianca, my bestfriend since 3rd grade and I met up at the mall and had our neoprint taken for the nth time. Just wanna share...
Thanks to Unica Hija's top ten site for including me in the top 10 sites she has recently stumbled into.
Bunny @ Monday, August 05, 2002
Friday, August 02, 2002I was browsing through The Onion and saw this picture on the personals section which is also located at the homepage of the site. I thought she looked familiar. And thats when it dawned on me...'Oh my gawd! Its Troy Montero's scorned ex-girlfriend!!!, Nikki Valdez!
I checked out the profile and it seems that someone just used her picture. Poor girl. Iniwan na nga ni Troy, nakakalat pa picture niya sa personals section ng website sa States. And my gawd naman, of all her pictures, why use this hideous one? Super white ng foundation! Should i tell ABS-CBN?
Bunny @ Friday, August 02, 2002
Thursday, August 01, 2002ITCHY RICHIE
Richie's itching down there and he needs you to help him scratch it by using your keyboard. The facial reactions are funny!!! Let's go scratchin' baby!!!!
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine,
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