Saturday, June 30, 2007
A World Without Men
Will science render men unnecessary?
By Brian AlexanderRecently a team of scientists announced they had made artificial sperm from human bone marrow, and media reports abounded with the dire news that my goodfellas (and by extension, me) had been rendered unnecessary.
If a woman chose to do so, speculated tabloid journalists, she could make sperm from her own bone marrow, fertilize another woman’s egg — and voila!
Hmmm. Interesting. Add that to another study that says that because of a genetic defect in the male chromosome, men could disappear off the face of the earth within the next 125,000 years, and we can assume that men might very well be facing extinction. That wouldn't be a problem since by that time, women can already procreate by themselves. Yeah I know, we wouldn't be alive then but let's have this for purposes of discussion. Ladies, can we live in a world without men?
I can think of a million advantages of a world without men. Here are just some of them:
1. We wouldn't have to worry about the toilet seat being left up
2. There'd be no pressure to marry or to get nasty bikini waxes
3. No gender descrimination
4. No unecessary women's movement
5. Less spam in our emails since there'd be none of those Viagra ads
6. No need for birth control
7. None of those tambays in the street corner who keeps on leering at you and saying, "Miss, miss! Pwede makipagkilala?"
8. No sensitive, metrosexual type guy in the club who, as the evening wears out and your conversation moves along, turns out to be gay (to your utter disappointment) just when you are expecting some bedroom action
9. No male/female MRT cars
10. Everybody listens to you
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Labels: artificial sperm, men
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman With PMS
The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands! This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, or significant other!
DANGEROUS: | SAFER: | SAFEST: | ULTRA SAFE: |
What's for dinner? | Can I help you with dinner? | Where would you like to go for dinner? | Here, have some chocolate. |
Are you wearing that? | Wow, you sure look good in brown! | WOW! Look at you! | Here, have some chocolate |
What are you so worked up about? | Could we be overreacting? | Here's my paycheck. | Here, have some chocolate. |
Should you be eating that? | You know, there are a lot of apples left. | Can I get you a glass of wine with that? | Here, have some chocolate. |
What did you DO all day? | I hope you didn't over-do it today. | I've always loved you in that robe! | Here, have some more chocolate. |
13 Things PMS Stands For:
1. Pass My Shotgun
2. Psychotic Mood Shift
3. Perpetual Munching Spree
4 Puffy Mid-Section
5. People Make me Sick
6. Provide Me with Sweets
7. Pardon My Sobbing
8. Pimples May Surface
9. Pass My Sweat pants
10. Pissy Mood Syndrome
11. Plainly; Men Suck
12. Pack My Stuff
13. Potential Murder Suspect
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Labels: PMS
Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen
Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen...)
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen...
by Mary Schmich
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Labels: Baz Luhrman, Mary Schmich, sunscreen
And You Ask Me Why I Don't Have Kids
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate kids. In fact, I would like to have a couple of those someday... But I liked this ad just the same...
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Labels: funny condom ad
Like I'M Stoned (Musings in the Shower)
Audioslave - Like a Stone via Noolmusic.com
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In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone
And on my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone, alone
And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things that I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone, alone
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Labels: audioslave, Like a Stone
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Chris Benoit (1967 - 2007)
Y'all probably know what happened, Chris Benoit was found hanging from his gym ceiling in his Atlanta home. And as if that wasn't enough, his wife and seven -year - old son were also found dead, allegedly murdered by Benoit himself before taking his own life. It's all over the internet, all over the news and even on the local papers. A lot of people have discussed the tragedy at length and experts have rendered their opinions on the matter and I don't wanna add to that co'z I have no idea what really transpired on that fateful weekend. I am not a Benoit fan (although I named one of my cats after him), so this is not a tribute either.
This blogpost of mine is more of a series of questions. What would drive a man to kill his own wife and son and then himself? Is it the steroids? Is it all those prescription drugs? What made him snap? I probably will never know. All I know is that this is one of those senseless waste of lives that we see everyday. It has become so common that most of us have become desensitized to it. This sort of ugliness doesn't bother us anymore. Suicide, and murder for that matter, have become so fashionable especially if committed by celebrities and well - known personalities.
Just what was he thinking? Was he sad? Was he hating the life that he has? A life that a lot of us would kill to have? Did he feel empty? Maybe he did. Now a song is playing in my mind. Remember "All Apologies" by Nirvana? Maybe what he was feeling can be summed up in the song's line which was aptly sung by Kurt Cobain who also took his own life, "All in all is all we are...."
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Labels: All Apologies, Chris Benoit, Kurt Cobain, Nirvana, WWE
Monday, June 25, 2007
Hungree Anyone?
I eat a lot. I have the appetite of a construction worker after a hard day's work. Anyone who wants to get on my good side uses food as bribe. I just don't know where all that food goes as I am a mere 112lbs. Anyway, a couple of nights ago, my cousin brought home one those humongous Super Duper Burgers from Hungree Burgers in ParaƱaque. As the name implies, you have to be really famished before you eat this burger as it is 8 inches in diameter (about the size of a regular pizza pan). I finished a third of the entire thing. And finished the remaining portion the next day (not in one sitting). I'm not really a food critic so I'll just say it was good. The Super Duper Burger costs around P200+ so some of you might have to pay someone on Friday for a Hungree Burger today. Eat up!
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Labels: giant burgers, Hungree Burgers
Brain Freeze
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Labels: Brain Freeze, Slurpee
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Mama Mary, Tatay Gardo and Wilson Philips (yeah all in one story)
I was rooming with my batchmate Janette and several younger girls during my sophomore year in college (I went to that university symbolized by that naked guy who likes to flash everyone who ever enters the campus. That's a dead giveaway). One of those younger roomies was Lucyl who was a freshman then. We shared the same tiny room with bunk beds (in the typical boardinghouse fashion) in a house near our school. Lucyl was among the first (new) boarders to arrive and her encounter with the landlady was not out of the ordinary except for the bit where the landlady told her her name is Mary and insisted that she be called "Mama Mary". Due probably to her "all - girls Catholic school" upbringing, Lucyl automatically felt like reciting all the mysteries of the Holy Rosary in front of the landlady upon hearing that. But she was able to control herself and just genuflected and crossed herself in secret (old habits die hard).
Anyway, that was nothing compared to the landlord. We call him Tatay Gardo (I forgot his real name). He was in his sixties then and he has a habit of parading in his underpants
(really huge ones with loose waistbands. Oh the horror!) hence the name Gardo taken from Gardo Versoza who was the happening male sex symbol at that time. Like that wasn't enough, whenever we had to use the phone or get something from the fridge, we had to go to Mama Mary's and Tatay Gardo's room because that was where the phone and the fridge were at. And whenever we go inside, we'd always find Tatay Gardo lying on his bed like a beached whale while watching TV, in his underpants, no less. No wonder I was such a disturbed kid at that time.
If you've lived in a boardinghouse, you know better than to leave your personal belongings lying around co'z anything left alone in plain sight of the other people living there is fair game. Including the owners' belongings. One night, it was the landlord's liquor cabinet (you know how Pinoys are, they just display their liquor in their nice bottles wthout actually consuming them). So we chugged some. While we were at it we saw a plastic bottle of Hershey's Brown Cow on the dining table beckoning to us (I had alcohol in my system then ok?) so we all rushed to it and I was the first at it. Feeling quite smug from my small victory over my roomies and with a stupid smile on my face, I quickly flipped open the plastic top dispenser, placed the bottle over my face, aimed it at my mouth, and waited for all that chocolatey goodness. Then I was gagging. The thing had soy sauce in it instead of chocolate syrup. Almost on the verge of tears, I hauled my soy sauce drenched self to the bathroom and had shower for the second time around that night.
When I was all clean and soy sauce free, we retired to our room and together, my roomies and I sang Wilson Philips hits (that was the 90s, people!) complete with the blending of voices.
That was just one day. Imagine what four years might have been like.
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Labels: boardinghouse humor, college life
Love According to Scary Duck (That's MR. Scary Duck to You!)
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Labels: Scary Duck the Blog
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Guys and Breaking Up
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Labels: breaking up, Post It, Sex and the City
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Line to Heaven
Love Always,
Obeng
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Labels: dads, father's day
Friday, June 15, 2007
The Wisdom of Sesame Street
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Labels: Sesame Street
Thursday, June 14, 2007
A Beautiful Mind
Make them feel what its like in ruined part of Guimaras
Now that Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo and her entourage have stayed overnight in a resort on Guimaras Island, they say a part of the island is still beautiful. And that is true. In fact, all of Guimaras was once beautiful.
But government was sleeping when a Solar Sunshine converted ship with a captain with an expired license ventured to sail with 2,000,000 liters of bunker fuel. It slept for about two more weeks while the news about the oil spill was all over the new media. It woke up to create a task force. Now it is up and about and ready to savor Guimaras' beauty.
This time, will somebody please get hundreds of one-gallon paint cans and fill them with gasoline. Put them with open lids around the bed of the President and her entourage so that they can smell the gasoline while they sleep, till they wake up in the morning (that is, if they were able to sleep).
Then, when they go to the bathroom and dressing room, put the cans there as well, and when they come out, see how they will look for the rest of the day. When they go for their first cup of tea or coffee and breakfast, put the cans there and see how they will fill their stomachs between gulps of air perfumed with gasoline.
And when they board their luxury cars, put the hundreds of cans filled with gasoline in with them.
At the office, the cafeteria, wherever they go, bring the cans, open them for them to smell. Let us give them the opportunity to experience even just a far-cry similarity of how half of Guimaras feels.
Have they not seen all the blessings with which Petron Corp. and Solar Sunshine Development have gifted Guimaras? Oil, precious oil, so abundant, delivered right around every valued family domain, no value-added tax, no limit, no cost.
Even just for a day, let Arroyo and her entourage, and Petron and Solar Sunshine feel how every man, woman and child has lived in the other half of Guimaras for more than two weeks now.
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Labels: Gloria Macapagal - Arroyo, Guimaras oil spill, smart guys
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
An Alien in Cyberspace
Cyberspace is an arena where people compete for attention. And for that reason alone, I am sure I'll remain an alien in this world. Someone who'll always remain outside, looking in.
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Labels: cyberspace woes
DERAILED
It's time to get back on track. It's time to just simply enjoy what the world has to offer without questioning whether I deserve it or not. It's time to stop thinking and analyzing and just let myself savor the sensation that I'm feeling right here, right now. It's time to stop worrying about what the future holds and just live in the moment. It's time to be thankful for what I have and stop asking why other people have more because in reality, I'm truly blessed. It's time to be kind to myself and will myself to be happy because happiness is a choice.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Blogservations
What they say is true. If there was ever a testimony that the global world is filled with humans craving personal connection and desiring to leave a legacy, the blog is its confirmation. Although, as to what legacy I'll leave, I don't really know...
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Labels: blogging
Monday, June 11, 2007
A Guy Named NIMROD
That was then. Now, I don't love Nimrod the way I loved him then. But the irony of it all is that I think he is an even GREATER person now than when I was still passionately in love with him. We "found" each other again recently and I got to know him in a different light. I'm not blinded by romantic or sexual love this time so I got to see him with clearer eyes. And in my clearer eyes, he is still the greatest. He is still irreplaceable. In my clearer eyes, there is still no one like him. Nimrod and I have finally become real friends and in that light, we have come to appreciate each other more. I still love Nimrod but my love now is the kind of love that true friendships are made of.
Nimrod has found a new love and he's gonna be a father soon. I am genuinely happy for him. He deserves every good thing that is happening to him now.
Happy fathers' day to you Nimrod... :-)
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
I'm a Girl So I'm a Technophobe
Now I realized I need to understand it. Why? One reason, I can't install my webcam. Help!
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Labels: hard drive, microchip, technophobia
SEX
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Labels: Sex and the City
Love Has Left Me And It Hasn't Come Back Yet
Personal Note:
So to "you" who is still feeling "guilty" (you know who you are), please stop co'z I'm fine. Yeah it's true, love hasn't come back to me yet but I am certain it will, in more ways than one. But until then, you'll remain my fave. The one who I loved the most... ;-)
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Labels: love
Girl, Interrupted
This is what my blog is all about. No, not a boring lecture on BPD but how I manage to survive all the craziness in my life...
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