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Positively Negative

I am supposed to write everything about my negative side here. In fact, I think I've reached a good paragraph already but I changed my mind. Why should I let one person's comment affect me. A person who doesn't even know me. You see, writing has been a hobby of mine. I love writing even though it is not that close to what I took in college. Anybody can write. If you are good at it then so be it, you don't have to look down at other writers and call them mediocre because you've been in this business for long. You don't have to rub it in! (yes, exclamation point, I'm shouting my heart out) We all know that there is always room for improvement. Writing is my bestfriend and I will not turn my back from it unless it is the other way around, but I doubt it.

 
 

Facebook Bloopers

I checked my inbox today and look what I've got.



Hmmm, You think I should change my name to LOL? :ahaha:

(oh you have to click on the pic to see it clearly. Blogger said that it's impolite to post big pictures. hihi)

 
 

I Got It From My Mama

I received a text msg from my Mamà yesterday.

Mamà: I'm coming over this end of the month.
Moi: Good, don't forget to bring my faves.
Mamà: Don't forget to save me some money.
Moi: Maaaa, I thought we've talked about this already. You know I'm broke every end of the month.
Mamà: A lil amount would suffice. "Di jud ka ka afford? bsan pliti" (can't you at least spare me some for the fare?")
Moi: Oh, okay! I thought you wanted to go shopping. hihihi Of course I can afford that. I can even bring you to the poshest restaurant in the city. Modawat mn kaha ka credit card? (Do you accept credit cards?)
Mamà: hahahaha. Funny. You made me laugh.
Moi: Huh?:ha?:

Geeeezzz, She does have a wicked sense of humor don't you think? I didnt get it, really. What's so funny with credit cards? :ayokona:

Man! I think I'm adopted. nyahahahaha. And oh, the credit card? I havent activated it yet because I am sooo effing afraid to splurge on things unnecessary. Crazy! crazy me!
:eheh:

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It's a Shoe Thing!

I am a shoe addict. I admit that. Then again, who isn't? Sometimes, my spending on shoes goes out of proportion. This jeopardizes my budget for the month. I bought a pair of wedges a week ago and just last night I bought a pair of gladiator sandals. Geez, when will I learn? However, I saw a pair of gorgeous Manolo Blahnik while browsing and I think it's a blessing in disguise. The price is mighty high, thus I'll be forced to save for it. Wish me luck.

:puppyeyes:

 
 

True!

 
 

A Note for All Carpenters

Carpenters nowadays are far more different from carpenters eons ago. They now have powerful tools and equipment. Some have even embraced technology and has used it as a tool in their craft. Now, if you are a carpenter and with all these equipment don't you sometimes wish you can store all of them in one safe compartment. I am sure that traveling with your tools is quite challenging. Some companies buy a bus for their carpenters. Now that's a relief right? Just keep an eye on what is yours though.

 
 

People Change

I saw his pictures yesterday. (Yes, I'm a stalker) He's changed and I mean a lot. He looked older than his age and so worn out. I wonder if he's happy.


Just saying.

 
 

The "Thank You" Girls

Saw the story while bloghopping and my God was I beaming.
:woooh:

I know I'm gay trapped in a woman's body. hahahah. Really now, I can totally relate to the story. All my friends back at home are gays and I used to accompany them to places I didn't even know existed just to join a pageant. For them, its not winning that counts, I think joining one makes them feel complete. O dba? hehehe. Anyway, I think this will be a wonderful film and will be worth watching. I hope it will win some awards too. Here's the trailer.




Click here for more about it.

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What Spotless Mind?

I bumped into a friend yesterday and we stopped to catch up with things goin' on with our lives. After a few minutes she said:

"oh by the way, I read your blog."

"really? gee thnx. I can use the traffic."

"so, are you alright?"

"huh?"

"I've read about that problem with the love department thing"

"oh that! Yeah! I'm cool. What'd you expect?"

"Well, I thought you'll be sulking and red-eyed or whatever"

Aactually, the placard saying "I'm a loser" is not done yet. I'm suppose to be wearing it wherever I go."

"really?"

"I'm kidding!"

"of course you are, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine! :)) They say life's cyclical in motion, I guess I'll just have to roll with it. I have to go now."


Geez, people can be really shallow sometimes. I know I've been hurt and still am hurting but that doesn't mean I want the whole world to know. Oh wait, I just did. The world reads this blog. sheesh :ayokona:

 
 

Last Song Syndrome

On my way home this morning, i had one song playing in my head "freak me" by another level. I opted to listen to old skul while working because honestly, I am already tired of listening to the latest songs that grow old in just a week. Anyway, when I got home, I sang out loud the following lyrics "let me lick u up and down till u stay stop, let me play with your body baby till u feel hot, let me do all the things u want me to do" then I stopped. Good thing I am alone or else someone would really think I've gone bonkers. hahahah

I thought that songs today are too vulgar, full of profanities and sexual innuendos. But if you look back, you can find a lot of songs that are already into this genre or whatever it's called. It had me thinking, music is different from films. Music is everywhere. Meaning, all people from age 1 to 92 can hear it and eventually have it chiseled unto the very depths of their amygdala. I've seen on MTV a tribute to beepers. You know, the one responsible for beeping off sexually explicit words. Truly, I admire them. I can't imagine how hard it is for them to screen songs from the likes of Eminem, Akon, or from any other artists who are too lazy to explore their poetic side and thought of using explicit words just to make it rhyme. Its what they call the art of poetic experiment. I call it the lack thereof. What I am afraid of is the time my two young nieces bombard with with questions regarding these songs. Oh they love to dance alright and dance tracks nowadays as we know it, won't be a dance track if it won't contain the F word. I wonder how am I goin to answer them if one day they'll ask me. Hmm, I think I'd rather tell them beforehand or else they'll find the meaning and more on the Net.

 
 

Back With Vengeance

Naks, cheesy title!

So, where have I been? Well, let's just say that I got a lil busy. Busy getting myself wasted. Why? You know this maybe the most embarrassing confession I'll ever do but I have to at least say this to get it out of my system. I was/is/has (gone) crazy over a guy. I know, I can't believe it either. My friend Alvin, once told me that I am the strongest girl in our barkada. I still am. Unfortunately, I suck when it comes to the love department. *sigh

For some who have read this blog ages ago, yep, eons ago. You may have noticed that I got uber emotional in one of my posts. In fact, if I remember it right, I even wrote a poem for him. Man! The things you do when it comes to matters of the heart. I was never cheesy, I used to say "ewww" or "yuck" when my friends go bonkers over their bfs. But now, look at me. I'm doing the same thing and perhaps even worse.

However, for the past few days I've been thinking and I mean a lot. While being absent from the blogging world, I've realized that I'm only making a fool out of myself. Do I hear the crowd cheering? hahah. I know some of you will say "Finally, you've come to your senses." But no, not yet actually. I am still wondering why after all those years he comes back into my life with a bang! Now, I'm confused. Dang it! Anyway, this has got to stop. So maybe, you guys can help me pray to Jesus that I will meet someone who'll help me get over that son-of-a-gun (i doubt it). My fingers are crossed though. Maybe some of you can recommend one? hahah. Geez talk about being a loser. Yeah, stupid is as stupid does.