Lacoste/James/Manny

Napatunayan ko na mas maganda talaga ang naka-bakcpack kesa sa shoulder bag. Lalo na 'pag tumatakbo ka palabas ng Gateway Mall papunta Cubao MRT station to catch the last train to Ayala station, and the last shuttle from Ayala to Bicutan.

Ang galing. Salamat Lindsay sa discounted price ng favorite bag ko ngayon.

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Hindi ko type ang bagong James Bond movie. No glamor, no flair. Looks dirty, like a dark cop movie. Not that I LOVED the old Bond movies, some of them were pretty tacky, but at least Pierce Brosnan had the killer looks and attitude to carry them somehow. Craig David - oops, Daniel Craig pala! See? Forgettable - looks decidedly old and amateurish, not to mention painfully vulnerable (I think they wanted him to be that way. But an amateur James Bond? NO WAY. And he should never be vulnerable for more than five minutes.) Not even that pretty, conniving female character was enough to save Casino Royale, which is partly an attempt to turn the nearly dead poker craze/fad into more than two hours of flimsy story-telling.

What an agony to watch.

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Nanalo si Manny Pacquiao! Woohoo! I'm no fan of boxing, I think it's a death sport and could possibly dumb a person down from all those brain-jarring punches (maybe), but man, Manny is Manny! Yebah! Erik Morales was the picture of defeat even before the match began, and more so when he was sitting knocked out and dizzy after only three rounds. I felt bad for him. But that's life. Go Manny! You can now finish your 10,000 sqm house on your two-hectare lot. As Mama asked, sinong architect kaya ang pumatol sa kanya? Well, money talks, Ma.

Thankful

A series of recent events and conversations confirm that I'm one lucky girl.

Lucky because I am loved, and loved sincerely and seriously. Lucky because my boyfriend truly cares. When people ask (I don't know why they do), "sino ang swerte sa inyong dalawa?" I always answered haughtily, "Swerte siya sa akin." But I'm wrong. I truly am the luckier one. I'm an incorrigible brat who always has to have her way. I am selectively impatient, stubborn, proud, defensive. Drama queen, crybaby, the 24-year-old who still thinks she's the youngest child in the clan (everyone calls me baby so why not?). And he puts up with all of that. Which is not to say he doesn't try to influence me to be better. I've taken leaps and bounds since I met him and I can honestly say I'm a better person. But he doesn't deprive me of who I am or was or want to be.

Someone asked me what an ideal guy is, and I answered, someone who doesn't break your spirit. That's what he is. He doesn't think himself better than his partner, he never puts me down. He directs the typical male ego towards more productive things. He doesn't mess with the head or play with the heart.

Amid all the chaos in my life, he gives me peace.

It's a new day, baby.