Posted by: Briar Rose | January 28, 2008

Memes for my mriends. Hihihi

Hokay, so wala ako magawa ngayon kaya mangiistorbo ako ng tao like Polgara and MD. Bwehehehe


What did you do in the year 2007 that you’d never done before?

What would you like to have in the year 2008 that you lacked in 2007?

What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

What was your biggest achievement of the year?

What was your biggest failure?

Did you suffer illness or injury?


What was the best thing you bought?

Whose behavior merited celebration?

Whose behavior appalled you and made you depressed?

Where did most of your money go?

What did you get really, really, really excited about?

What song will always remind you of 2007?

Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder?
ii. thinner or fatter?
iii. richer or poorer?

What do you wish you’d done more of?

What do you wish you’d done less of?

How will you be spending Christmas of 2008?


Did you fall in love in 2007?

How many one-night stands?

What was your favorite TV program (could be US tv series)?

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

What was the best book you read?

What did you want and get?

What did you want and not get?


What would you like to do on your birthday?

What one thing that can make your year immeasurably more satisfying than 2007?

What kept you sane?

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

What political issue stirred you the most?

Who did you miss? (friends, family, etc)

Who was the best new person you met?

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year (2007).


Give 10 persons na gusto mo pagsahan ng questions na ito.


i am:

i miss:

i want:

i hate:

i have:

i fear:

i play:

i hear:

i care:

i smile:

i wonder:

i love:

i think:

i always:

i am not:

i sing:

i wish:

i keep:

i can:

i can’t:

i lost:

i confuse:

i should:

Posted by: Briar Rose | December 23, 2007

They say it’s my Birthday…December 23rd?

My 23rd birthday was probably a little out the ordinary, at least compared to those of my friends at the time. As I closely neared the big two-three, I saw other friends jumping into their new legality with utter abandon. Tsk. A friend went bar hopping for 21 shots, and woke up the next morning with the names of all of them written on her arm. I don’t think she remembered her birthday very well, but she seemed to have had a good time.

As a side tangent, my own twenty third birthday consisted of me and very nice girl friend taking a long drive up to Bubba Gump resto, and getting a nice Lava Flow. My grand master plan was to go Lava Flow — shop — coffee, just to say I had, and because I thought it would make for an amusing story to tell later. Unfortunately, that single Lava Flow did me and I was wasted on the flow. I didn’t even make it until coffee time. It was more of a coffee shop Lava girly date, so to speak. A great birthday, nonetheless.


Looking around for fun facts about my birthday, I found:

My Birthday Tree is: Apple Tree, the Love.

Of slight build, lots of charm, appeal and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.

My Birthstone is: Blue Zircon

5 cool things to do on my birthday

1. I’ll buy someone else a present, preferably the person who will make me most happy to be alive.

2. Eat cake if I’m under 18 or over 75. If I’m in between, these are my years of discipline and clarity. Look at that pretty mass of sludge and goo for what it is.

3. Ask myself where I came from and where I’m going. If the answer is, “I don’t know,” spoken with marvel and wonder, I’m on the right track.

4. Thank my mother. Chances are the occasion I’m celebrating was a pretty arduous day for her.

5. Be a child. Hang balloons outside my door. Announce to random strangers that it’s your birthday. Okay, even eat the artery clogging, blood sugar elevating, thigh thickening cake if I have to. And if there aren’t any random strangers around, announce it on my blog or in Yahoo! Messenger: “Hey, it’s my birthday! Aren’t I cool?”

Birthday Gift Wishes (strictly in order, LOL)

OMG! Full of jealousy and hatefulness, this woman is exactly just like me, este bent on causing chaos wherever she can. Yeah, she’s ugly as sin with a matching black heart. Even has the warts and hat to complete the wardrobe. I want this right now!

Posted by: Briar Rose | December 16, 2007

Fatass Wants a Seat

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I can’t stand when people are not aware of how much space they take up in this world. I was in World Trade Center early this afternoon and bought and ate and ate and ate yummy Snow Cones to death and there was a thin sliver of seat left for somebody to sit. I am a pretty voluptously sexy slim girl, and I figured I didn’t fit there. Imagine my amazement when some 500 pound lard ass decided that there was plenty of room for his fat ass to sit. As I watch him try to squeeze his blubber into the seat, I watched the two people to his sides as they were being crushed. You should have seen the look of discomfort in their faces.

It really is annoying when its rush hour and space is limited enough, and then this guy thats as big as a subway car decides to push his way in. Hello?! This isn’t the friggin’ whale scale. Get the fuck out!

That’s why I think that the turnstyles should have scales or some way of measuring your fat. This way the fatter you are the more you pay. This way maybe fatasses can do some more walking to exercise some of that lard off, and probably will have a little less cash in their pockets so they can’t eat as much food.

Actually, now that I think about it, maybe they should have a way of testing your intelligence, before you can enter the place too.

*sighs in despair…*

Anyways, I am happy that first, I was able to get away from my morbid way of life and then second, I was also able to shamelessly indulge myself into the luxury of eating Snow Cones! I wanna taste Bahama Mama, Cantaloupe, Butterscotch, Fuzzy Navel, Strawberry Daiquiri and Pink Bubblegum sana but hindi available — okay lang because Strawberry, Blueberry, Rootbeer and Blue Bubblegum were able to feed my fantasies.

Posted by: Briar Rose | December 14, 2007

Ugly Christmas Cards Found!

Yes! I’m bitching today! I feel like bitching! Okay, actually I feel like ripping someone apart, but that isn’t likely to happen so I shall bitch Santa as much as humanly possible.



Oh, you’d better get down on your knees and pray, all right. You’re supposed to be in bed! Santa doesn’t like little boys sneaking around while he’s working.

And he’s still got that stick.

But look at Santa’s eyes. He sees the child’s fear and wonders, “What have I become?



Do you love this old man? If so, I’m sorry to tell you that, judging by this picture, he is DEAD. And EVIL.



And just when you thought Santa couldn’t get any scarier, here comes this disembodied monstrosity with a beard three times the size of his head and no teeth at all.



You’d better watch out! You’d better not cry! Now THIS is one scary Kris Kringle. Check out the shifty eyes, the dark eyebrows, and those teeth! After seeing this picture, I’ll never be able to enjoy hearing:

He sees you when you’re sleeping.

He knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good.

So be good, for goodness sake!



STRANDED SANTA: What’s happened here? Looks like Santa’s reindeer finally got sick of the constant lashings from St. Nick and dodging bullets every time they flew over Ted Nugent’s house and just ditched Santa in the middle of a snow storm. All he’s got to eat are some green sticks. He’s dropping toys…

and he’s worried.

Posted by: Briar Rose | December 6, 2007

Simple Life

I stayed for much of the day at home. Smelling the pieces of fabric, the linens, the carpet. all of them reeking of the same smell that permeated much of my place — a mix of spices, of food, things that were here.

It has been an enjoyable time living after I gave up on my job.


I decided to go out and smell the air, feel the cool early afternoon breeze.

I grabbed my jacket (the thicker one because it’s cold out there at this time), got my eyeglasses (I didn’t wanna miss a single detail of what’s it like in the streets), and my trusty camera.

So off I went on my adventure.

I passed by the pool…see, that’s one thing I really wanted to do. To take a dip in the pool. Problem is, this place is too near my horizon — the sun could really burn you without you noticing it because the wind is cold. I didn’t want sunburns, so the only time I could go swimming would be at night. But nights are too cold. So I’m left pondering when I actually could fulfill my dream of taking a swim.

So anyway, I got out the front gate of our house, and began my journey.

Facing the street, I had a choice… If I go right, I’ll go straight to bright lights…to civilization, where there are shops and people.

The left road, on the other hand, has a fewer street lamps, and lots of trees.

So I went left, thinking this is supposed to be my escape from the reality of my monotonic life.

Ninoy Aquino Parks and Wildlife

I tried to read a book, and of course, I tried taking pictures, but it was a low-light condition — shutter speeds are slow and I’m supposed to hold my hand steady. I didn’t bring my tripod, so I just tried the best I could. I deleted the pictures later because I wasn’t satisfied. Besides, taking pictures was secondary only to taking a walk.

Here are some of the photos which I wasn’t able to delete. Hehe!

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And so I went on.

There is a small lake surrounded by walkways, tables and benches where people come to picnic. A restaurant is also located nearby.

Got lost along the way…but I’d love to disappear another day into this unmanicured park where I can spend an unhurried day playing PSP games, reading a book, or just communing with nature.

6PM or so

I went back to my home.

And it made me realize a lot of things.

That I’m complicating too many things in my life. That if only I treated things as simply as they really are, then I wouldn’t have to think so much about so many things.

I realized that I needed that fresh air — a breather from the hassles and daily living.

I looked up and saw what I always thought to be awe-inspiring since my youth — a dark blue sky speckled with stars of different sizes and hues.

I wish life was as simple as it once was.

Posted by: Briar Rose | December 1, 2007

Old Farts, Young Tarts

Just some things to ponder on:

Pin-up Girl

When Anna Nicole Smith married an elderly oil billionaire, J. Howard Marshall, I was all for it. Why? The man was willing to pay for a trophy wife. To me, what is wrong with that? If he wants a bombshell, he has to pay for it. Unlike others, I didn’t looked down on the old man or the foxy woman. It was a perfect deal for both parties. The guy got his trophy wife, the woman got her millions.

So to the guys out there, if you are after a very very very beautiful, sexy, voluptuous woman, don’t think you hit the jackpot. Something’s gotta give. This is why most beautiful women are with rich guys. You attract what you consciously or subconsciously desire. I know men who are married to very beautiful, sophisticated women and yet complain that their women spend a lot of their money on clothes, shoes, hairdos, nail arts, LVs and jewelries. I was like… “duh!” Don’t fret that women are being materialistic if you are being shallow. That is nature’s way of balancing things out.

Tee hee.

But of course, nothing beats knowing you are loved as a person, not because of your beauty or riches. However, in reality, women attract the richest guy she can and men attract the most beautiful chick he can afford.

Posted by: Briar Rose | October 29, 2007

Tuesday Morning

Okay, so I’ve been sitting here for two hours now half-attempting to make the perfect playlist.

Bedroom, chill, drive. and its driving me insane. I categorize everything in little lists for for momentary filing and I end up trashing it all because it doesn’t FLOW RIGHT.


Meanwhile, I found this topic in the forum which asks for suggestions on what to give her man (who almost have everything *daw*) for his birthday, I think, her budget, 3-10k.

I told her to get him an Insurance Policy, (LOL) with premiums paid already, or at least the first premium installment.

I would have said more but I’d be rude if i insist pa my suggestions, so might as well put it here just to get it out of my rusticating mind, so to speak.


So yeah, what to give someone who almost have everything? Though I don’t believe someone has everything already, because there’s always something lacking in our lives no matter how much we acquired, worldy goods or otherwise.

Hmmkay, so anyway.

1. Insurance Policy. As I’ve said, it’s practical. Considering that they’re married (?), they’ll probably need a contingency if something not-so-good happens to either both of them, right? More specifically, a life insurance plan.

2. Burial Spot. Yeah, the one’s in the cemetery. Burial lot. Haha! Is that what they call it? Well, not unless one of them wants to get cremated. a burial spot will be a great gift. At least, the celebrant wouldn’t worry too much anymore, in leaving huge debts behind when he’s dead. I’m pretty sure, the price of the burial lots today will be different and much more expensive by the time you’re already cold and not breathing. A very practical albeit morbid gift.

3. iPhone. Ihave no words for it, but i would want one too. Hehe! But I would be willing to spend for that, since it’s going to be a conjugal property, so that means I could use it too. Wahahaha.

Ugh. So far this is the less morbid of my suggestions, eh?

4. Well, give the 10,000 in cold cash, then tell him he’s free to go out drinking with his friends all night long. Of course, she can’t tag along. or, simply put. He has free disposal of the 10,000.

5. Give him the latest KamaSutra. If ever there’s such a thing. (LOL)

Posted by: Briar Rose | October 20, 2007

Way Back Into You

I just love this song by Amber Davis:

How could you turn & just go
When I’m here standing so cold
Now you wanna work it out
Tell me what’s that all about
How could you go & move on
Like what you have for me is gone
Now you wanna work it out 

Play streaming music here.

Posted by: Briar Rose | October 13, 2007

Chinese – Filipino Relationship

Just a thought…

When I was younger I used to think that love conquers all, and racial differences between two people don’t matter when they’re in love. However, over time, my experiences, as well as my friends’ and relatives’, taught me that love isn’t enough. There are so many hurdles a couple should go through just to stay together, much more than couples of the same race go through. It’s hard enough keeping the relationship intact, but the added burden of differing cultures–sometimes couples just decide to give up to make things easier all around.

I personally think it is racism.

It is racism. It’s true culture is important but too often it is used a smokescreen for racism.

I’m not at all for it, and luckily, my parents aren’t that way, but a couple should understand that, in reality, love does not conquer all, much as it would be great that it does. And if they make it, well, good for them!

Posted by: Briar Rose | October 7, 2007

Symbols and Friends

Truth be told, I like it better when I was more private. When I only had acquaintances rather than friends.

I don’t want to sound ungrateful; I’ve learned a lot from my friends here. You know the cliché… knowing people through the Internet IS really much better than knowing them in person. We learn about people from the inside out.

This is when we deal with symbols.

We use our imagination to characterize people whose thoughts and words we read about. This stimulates our creativity; makes our mind create icons of those we meet. It is these icons, or symbols, that makes the experience unique.

It’s like reading a book on one hand, and watching a film adaptation on the other. Oftentimes, the film does not live up to the book – primarily because our imagination creates more vivid, more detailed settings for the story.

When we see something that’s not on the level of the symbols we created, we lose interest; and part of the spark that stirred our minds dies out.

Hence I am always apprehensive about transcending the boundaries of a virtual life.

I have created symbols about others, as I’m sure others have created symbols of me. Once we cross the line, and attempt to see the truth, one thing is bound to happen – the symbol will die out. It doesn’t matter if the person lives up to the created symbol or not; once we see reality’s rendition of the person, we stop creating a symbol; we stop imagining.

And maybe… this is the reason why many of us have lost that spark of creativity.

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