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Loveless...Not...
Yep! I'm officially single again. There's nothing like the freedom to go out wherever and whenever you want with whoever you fancy, wearing whatever you like. Yeah, right...
It might take getting used to but, sure, I'll get to that phase. My tears will dry out. My feet will forget to bring me to our usual haunts. My thoughts will dwell on him and our times together without feeling like a dull blade wrenching my heart open. The pain will eventually fade. Then, I'll live again...
Oh well. I might as well treat Snuffy to that posh dog boarding place. At least someone loves me back. Right Snuffy?
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Posted: 06:23, 2007-Aug-21 by miyaka |
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The End
Ex-boyfriend and I just had a talk. I felt kind of... I dunno ... weird perhaps? It's a smorgasbord of tumultuous emotions. No amount of analysis could be done about it. But I sort of made a decision on the matter - to let go. You know, make a clean slate of it all. It may all be for the best.
Um... I kind of made a stalker of myself the other day. I followed him from his house, to the office, to the after-work haunts, and back to his house for the night. Yes, a whole day of nerve-wracking, heart-breaking experience. One, I hope I'd never do and suffer again!
I saw him dining with his newfound secretary-cum-bestfriend-cum-confidante in this cozy, Italian resto with dim lighting. It's my first time to see her personally, though I've heard of her from the ex-bf for some time already. What a huge rack she had! And what a huge loser he is for not seeing the brainless bimbo that she is!
Um...*nibbling on my nails* maybe I could get a Beverly Hills breast augmentation instead of rhinoplasty... Duh! Maybe not! So there! |
Posted: 05:51, 2007-Aug-20 by miyaka |
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Dessie to the rescue
Do you know what happened yesterday? Click here. Well, I called up Dessie after that. Err...I mean, after everything has calmed down. That foot I was talking about yesterday? It joined the rest of me, outside.
Anyway, the "transformed goddess" reassured me that, however gruesome it might look, I won't feel any pain during the procedure. "The anesthesia, darling". Yeah right! I just felt queasy at the bloody sight. (She spent a good 3 hours comforting my disturbed mind! Lol!)
So, now a plan's getting formed. I just might do with a Toronto rhinoplasty. Yep! The foot is back inside the room. And a whole of my leg, too. |
Posted: 05:35, 2007-Aug-17 by miyaka |
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Still thinking it out...
Ok, ok, ok. So, I've finally succumbed to Dessie's pressure. Great. It's like my foot's already inside the plastic surgeon's room while the rest of me is not. Yeah! I'm definitely into this wholeheartedly!
Well, first things first. Do I need a rhinoplasty, for goodness sake? My blasted friend says yes. Oh, alright. I'm now surfing the net for more information. I can't just dive in foreign waters unprepared, right? *surfing* Uh-huh... Okay... Ahhh... Oh my gawd! Bloody perforated septum repair!
Um..please excuse me. I think I'm gonna be sick...
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Posted: 05:17, 2007-Aug-16 by miyaka |
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Tempted...Not...
Vanity is a sin. Being conscious of one's physical appearance is not. Definitely not. Erm...or is it?
Oh...you already know Dessie, right? Uh, you know, my friend who's so into plastic surgery? Yeah. Ah...um...I probably shouldn't be babbling it here because...online thing and all. Okay. Well alright. Whatever!
She's so happy with her surgery vacation. Brimming with glee, in fact! She can't wait to share the exultant feeling of being transformed into a creature worthy of being worshipped. Yes, folks. I'm being invited to jump in the bandwagon - a Beverly Hills rhinoplasty for free! And, yes again. I'm sorely tempted! *sobs*
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Posted: 04:28, 2007-Aug-15 by miyaka |
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I want you back, baby
It isn't easy thinking up ways of making amends. For one, there's pride getting in the way. There's also lack of resources (funds and time). And then there's lack of imagination. I mean, what could a poor girl do to win back her man?
Of course, a sincere repentant heart would suffice. However, if that girl in question is not showy of her emotions, how would the guy know he's being wanted back? Would a text message saying, "I miss you, babe. Please come back" be enough? Would a store-bought gift melt his heart and make him want to kiss-and-make up? Would a romantic and sumptuous candle-lit dinner in a San Diego restaurant be proof that, indeed, "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"?
Oh dear! I might as well send a link of this post to that someone. Then maybe, just maybe he'd get the idea. |
Posted: 04:00, 2007-Aug-12 by miyaka |
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Answered Prayers
A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"
After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the passage. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.
But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.
"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn down that street."
This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street...
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.
Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?"
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.
Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers. |
Posted: 09:00, 2007-Aug-1 by miyaka |
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The Greatest Advice
To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be.
Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.
Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.
Don’t abandon your responsibilities, but don’t overdose on duty.
Don’t date because you are desperate.
Don’t marry because you are miserable.
Don’t have kids because you think your genes are superior.
Don’t philander because you think you are irresistible.
Don’t associate with people you can’t trust.
Don’t cheat. Don’t lie. Don’t pretend.
Don’t dictate because you are smarter.
Don’t demand because you are stronger.
Don’t sleep around because you think
you are old enough & know better.
Don’t hurt your kids because loving them is harder.
Don’t sell yourself, your family, or your ideals.
Don’t stagnate!
Don’t regress.
Don’t live in the past. Time can’t bring anything or anyone back.
Don’t put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right.
Don’t throw your life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.
Learn a new skill.
Find a new friend.
Start a new career.
Sometimes, there is no race to be won,
only a price to be paid for some of
life’s more hasty decisions.
To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.
To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.
To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.
Don’t bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.
Don’t live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.
Be true to yourself.
Don’t commit when you are not ready.
Don’t keep others waiting needlessly.
Go on that trip. Don’t postpone it.
Say those words. Don’t let the moment pass.
Do what you have to, even at society’s scorn.
Write poetry.
Love Deeply.
Walk barefoot.
Dance with wild abandon.
Cry at the movies.
Take care of yourself. Don’t wait for someone to take care of you.
You light up your life.
You drive yourself to your destination.
No one completes you - except YOU.
It isn’t true that life does not get easier with age.
It only gets more challenging.
Don’t be afraid. Don’t lose your capacity to love.
Pursue your passions.
Live your dreams.
Don’t lose faith in God.
Don’t grow old. Just grow YOU!
When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back.
Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give to someone is your time.
Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.
God is good all the time!
– Rick Warren
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Posted: 12:21 AM, 2007-Jul-31 by snowflakes |
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Oh, Dessie!
| What a character my friend really is! You can be sure you haven't heard the last of her yet. Because as of the moment, she is backpacking her way to California for an appointment with a San Jose cosmetic surgeon, that's what! Now, I'm regretting not going with her. What an adventure that would be - backpacking and stuff! And with her unpredictable personality, she could change her mind at a snap of a finger! Oh, Dessie! Wish I was there... |
Posted: 10:35, 2007-Jul-30 by miyaka |
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Change of Plans
Finally! The heavens have opened up to answer my fervent prayers! Alelluiah!
There has been a change of plans. Dessie, instead of going back to Australia for her beautification project - read: plastic surgery - she flew to the US. And why? For some Philadelphia plastic surgery, that's what. Now, that's not what made me deliriously happy. And what did, you may ask? She went by herself! Yipeee! I'm out of her clutches for now! |
Posted: 04:17, 2007-Jul-30 by miyaka |
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Homeless Pests
Lies. Lies. All lice!
The kid down our street had a bad case of head lice. His mother would bewail the fact that his son would now sport a well-shaven head instead of his previously shiny black locks. My mother would then console the other woman by saying it would all grow back in due time - and without the pesky parasites, this time. But no! The suffering mother would still moan and whine. My beloved mother, with her ever flowing fount of patience, soon reached the end of her tether. "Now, Mrs. So-so. Don't fret over such a trifling matter. You could always buy your son some hair transplants if you're not that willing to wait."
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Posted: 12:56, 2007-Jul-29 by miyaka |
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Doubts Unfounded
Geez! Dessie's really gotten into me after all. Fortunately, I've taken every step to ensure she didn't see primping in front of the mirror. Haha! As I turned my head from left to right, I examined my face for the minutest details. I've always thought lines at the mouth's either sides are a testament to a laughter-filled life. So with the creases at my eyes' sides. Thankfully, frown lines are nowhere to be seen. Hmm...I don't need a Miami face lift, after all! Wahahaha!
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Posted: 05:38, 2007-Jul-29 by miyaka |
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Dessie pleeaasseee...
| First of all, I want to establish one important fact. I love my friend. I'd go to the ends of the earth for her. I'd even trade my free time so she could have some company. I would even house-sit and pet-sit for her (take note, I don't like furry creatures.) BUT I won't lie for her. I won't steal for her. I won't trade my principles for her. And I won't go to a plastic surgeon in Naples even for you, Dessie. |
Posted: 05:46, 2007-Jul-28 by miyaka |
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Not Again!
| Inner beauty is true beauty! I almost screamed the words at my Aussie friend. She can be a real pain in the ---, sometimes. When something gets hold of her, she puts all her energies into it. That's a good thing, mind you. And I admire her for it. She has learned Japanese and Spanish languages, not to mention, graphic designing, all on her own. Dessie is one persevering and plucky gal. However, the only bad thing about it is that she drags me into all her schemes. Not all of which are agreeable with me. The latest is now of facelift Chicago! Aarrggghhh! |
Posted: 04:37, 2007-Jul-28 by miyaka |
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Burst Dream Bubble
Who would have thought such a thing could happen to him. Him of all people. Pierre had everything - looks, fame, wealth, love and a charming personality, to boot. You could say, he lives a charmed life. That is, until the accident. On his way to the family reunion, his Corvette had a head-on collision with a delivery truck along the notorious blind-curved cliff roads of Patag. The freak accident left him virtually faceless.
Pierre now is going to undergo a rhinoplasty revision. One of a series of surgeries he must endure to get his past life back. Indeed, life can hand you such unfortunate surprises. |
Posted: 11:18, 2007-Jul-27 by miyaka |
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Inner Beauty
| My Australian friend just came for a visit. She was egging me to jump in the bandwagon of plastic surgery. "Girl, a botox in Melbourne is just the trick to erase years from your face. Look at me, I'm practically your mother's age but I could pass for your older sister." Duh. I'm hardly that old yet to worry about such things as fine lines, sagging eyebags, and laughlines. Um...well, I'm not exactly spring chicken. Still, I believe that inner beauty is true beauty. And I firmly believe I have that. *winks* |
Posted: 06:07, 2007-Jul-27 by miyaka |
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The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work .
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. |
Posted: 04:54, 2007-Jul-27 by miyaka |
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I dream of travels
| I dream of going to faraway places. Places where I could go incognito - not that I'm famous or infamous. But I would like to experience the newness of a place without the encumbrance of people's knowledge of your past. What would it be like to come face-to-face with famous landmarks like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Egyptian Pyramids, and the Cambodia's temples? I'd be truly amazed, overwhelmed, humbled. Breathtakingly beautiful and awe-inspiring places giving testament to man's inherent power to create something wonderful. However, before I visit those places I'd definitely indulge my inner child first. Hmm...I'd go to California, book myself in some hotels San Diego along the way, then troop to DISNEYLAND! Wheee! |
Posted: 03:27, 2007-Jul-27 by miyaka |
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Busy Buddy
hmm... i really don't know how to start my post. i was really busy the past few weeks. and, i know that the coming weeks will still be very busy for me. that is why as much as i want to update my blog or even visit several blog sites, i cannot do it coz i have a lot of things to do, huhuhu.
to start off.. i have work. our company usually holds a monthly general meeting; and for the month of august, our department was assigned to be the host of the said activity. we have to plan out a lot of things -- from the theme to the programme flow down to food and decors.
next stop.. i have a wedding to prepare. yep, you heard me right. a wedding!! but not my wedding, hehe. i'm busy assisting my cousin for his wedding preparations. i'm like their wedding coordinator/planner. since i'm one of the bride's maids, i actually felt like i'm living up to the role of being a bride's MAID, lol. we have to see to it that the minor details are being taken care of from the church to the venue.
third.. my birthday's coming up in august. however, i still don't know what to do. should i be organizing a small party? or should i just go somewhere else and be at peace? hehehe. i'm just probably tired as of the moment to think of what i should be doing on my birthday. i hope i could come up with something or i'll let my friends handle it, lol.
lastly, my officemate is getting married on september. of course, we're invited! they have a wedding theme. all of their guests should be in a fairy costume or just have some fairy accessories that goes along with their dress. with that, i still have to scout for my dress or some fairy accessories -- wings? or a tiara perhaps? well, i have enough time to prepare for that. ;)
i guess that's about it for my updates, hehe. i hope i could update my blog in the coming weeks.
oh.. before i forget, i would like to thank those people who have viewed my site and left some comment. i'll really try my very best to drop in on your sites one of these days.
take care everyone. ^_^ |
Posted: 11:20 PM, 2007-Jul-18 by snowflakes |
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Itchy Feet
I must be a wanderer in my past life...hehe. My mother and my younger sister, too. We sooo love to see new places! Ahhh...to walk on unfamiliar paths, to smell new scents, and to meet people of different types and nationalities. Pure bliss!
I could already imagine ourselves excitedly packing away our things for our first ever California travel. We would go to San Diego's amusement parks, Anaheim's theme parks, San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge, and more.
Ahhh...one could always dream, right? |
Posted: 05:10, 2007-Jul-14 by miyaka |
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