Tuesday, January 26, 2010

My Artist Friend

Surprised to find out my friend did the layout for PBB Commemorative mag (yes, I watch the show, so sue me). Checked when I got home and lo and behold, it IS his name there. To think I remembered him while browsing. No wonder!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Chills to you

Woke up an hour ago to a very chilly January dawn. It promises to be a cold day, methinks. Oh well, gotta get ready. Body and soul not willing, but...

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Tugger Attends the Ball

*NOTE: Okay. I am not a fan of fan fiction, but I came up with this one for a writing group I belonged to before. We had to write something about a big black cat and I thought of 'Tugger' so...Guess this qualifies as fan fiction...
 

TUGGER ATTENDS THE BALL

The big black cat made his way through the junkyard, careful not to hit any of the junk thrown about. It was the night of the annual Jellicle Ball after all and Rum Tum Tugger simply had to look his best. Not that he was any worse.

Tugger was not especially big by Jellicle standards. Among the present set of toms in the tribe, however, he was one of the biggest, perhaps even bigger than the group’s protector, Munkustrap. Heck, let Munk be the bouncer, he thought rather smugly, I’M getting the girls!

He did always get the girls due to his exotic looks and charm. Tugger, in a sense, was a star judging by the physical alone. His body was covered by the most beautiful coat of black, not unlike a panther’s. Strangely enough, around his legs were tiger stripes and leopard spots which rather made him curious. Could he by any chance be sharing the same lineage with that old, looney do-gooder Jennyanydots? Up to this day, she still thought that cockroaches just needed employment. Hah! Mental, that one...Well, she was all stripes and spots. Not a thought Tugger cherished but in the Jellicle tribe, such a thing was not at all uncommon. After all it was much believed that the Jellicle leader, Old Deuteronomy, sired most of them. Lineage aside, the stripes and spots did add to his mysterious charm. His seemingly overwhelming confidence just oozed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Tugger’s biggest pride was the mane around his neck that would remind one of a lion’s. Indeed, with all the envious glances from the males and the adoring looks from the females, Tugger felt like a king, the Ultimate Tomcat…

Back to reality, the alpha tom could hear singing from a distance and realized he was near the ball. He hurried up a bit and true enough, there were the Jellicle cats dancing, basking under the Jellicle moon. He would have wanted to make a grand entrance as usual but all the she-felines were doing their dance ritual. Watching them had always been quite seductive to him. He would have drooled if he wasn’t protecting his image. Besides, drooling was more for dogs, those clueless fools cursed to a lifetime of servitude to humans.
 
  
(From left, front) Elektra, Jemima, Victoria and Demeter;
(middle-back, covered) Rumpleteazer and Bombalurina

So after a brief greeting from the silver-grey tom Munkustrap, the big black cat sat back and relaxed. Later, there would be time to flirt as the girls swooned on him. Ah, there’s the ever-accommodating Bombalerina, the queenly Victoria, the naughty Rumpleteazer, and—oh, yes—that cute li’l Jemima who would soon become a fine, lovely thing.

Meanwhile, Tugger lazily yawned and smiled like only a smug cat would.


Copyright © September 2007 by lildovefeather

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Jumping Jeepers!!!!


http://www.wisegeekedu.com/how-do-i-become-a-magazine-writer.htm

I am now the Editorial Assistant/Writer for a magazine! I start tomorrow!

I said before that I was the 2nd choice out of the six short-listed. However, after I was interviewed by the President, I think I was her first choice. Not because of my writing experience, though, but because of my five-and-a-half years' experience as part of the administrative staff. You see, the job will entail administrative work, too, but I don't mind. I'm just happy!!!! I could've told you this last Monday but wasn't able to go online again till today.

BTW, to my Pinoy pals here, if you love to write (I know Raine, Jeffer, and Stephen do), just tell me and I'll send you info/details about an opportunity I found. It's not the magazine I mentioned, but under ___________ Publishing. I applied as contributor (saw an ad) and they replied, stating submission details. You'll get paid for this if your stuff are accepted plus royalties later on. This is legit, guys, don't worry!

Oh, I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Well, what have you been up to?


As usual, I've been staying at home watching TV and messing with things. I've decided to do some exercising M-W-F.  Wanted to do it everyday, but not easy to do it on a regular basis (hey, I'm a bum). Since I've just started, sometimes, my body aches that I'm not ready to do it the next day. That's what happens when you've been idle for quite some time. So I just try to do some stretches to start the day. Also  trying to remember the stretching stuff I learned from the dacing workshop, but for the life of me, I've forgotten most of them. So I just added a new dance-exercise technique I saw on TV which I do only when I'm alone (if I tell you what it is, I'll have to kill you, he he...). 

But anyway, Happy Birthday to the following: Sharon, Cindy, Dawn, Debbie, Jasmine, Jon L., Justin, She and Snoozer. Sorry if I wasn't able to greet most of you guys in time...And, oh! Happy Aniversary...to me!!! It's my first-year aniversary here in Multiply!

STOP RIGHT THERE!!


 
I have a question: Why are there some men who will hit on even a post if you put a dress around it??? You could just be standing in line at the supermarket waiting for your turn to pay and you wonder why a guy decides to pester and tries to make a pass at you, especially when you know you actually looked lousy. Or you could be walking, wearing something decent, and a driver-cum-maniac passes by on his vehicle and gives you that look and lets you know he is looking, complete with a sneer...Girls can relate, for sure, but this is actually dedicated to all the pompous, chauvinists pigs out there...



                                        OH, NO, STOP RIGHT THERE!

                                 Oh, no, stop right there!                                                             
                                 'Cause you're not getting anywhere
                                 lay off me, get off my back,
                                 take a hike and don't come back.
                                 Oh, no, stop right there!                                                             
                                 Yeah, you may like me, I don’t care
                                 please take your hands off of me,
                                 turn around and leave me be.
                                 Oh, no, stop right there!                                                             
                                 No, we won’t ever be a pair
                                 contraries to what you think,
                                 you should really see a shrink.

                                 No, no, no, stop right there!  
                                 Ask no questions, oh, don’t you dare 
                                 for I could really blow my top,
                                 prepare to be karate-chopped!      
                             
Copyright © June 2002 by lildovefeather

This one's from a forwarded e-mail. Kinda funny, but mostly true. Girls can relate and boys will learn a thing or two about girls:

"Only a woman will TRULY relate to the following, but it's a 'hoot' for all! My mother was a fanatic about public bathrooms.

When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct,
'Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat!'

Then she'd demonstrate
'The Stance,' which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes.

That was a long time ago. Even now, in my more 'mature years',
'The Stance' is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's bladder is full. When you have to 'go' in a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women that makes you think you've found a half-price sale on Victoria's Secret underwear.

So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, who are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get closer and check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. The dispenser for the new fangled 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.

You would hang your purse on the door hook if there was one - but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly hang it around your neck (mom would die if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume
'The Stance.' Ahhhhhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance' as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale.

To take your mind off of your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying,
'Honey, if you would have tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'

Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose in yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do.

You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work.

The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly onto the insidious toilet seat. You bolt up quickly, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because you're certain that her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear,
'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged off to China.

At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at this point, no longer able to smile politely.

One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! (Where was it when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,
'Here, you just might need this.'

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has since entered, used and exited the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. Annoyed, he asks,
'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'

This is dedicated to women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other woman can hold the door and hand you Kleenex under the door."


Author Unknown

Tuesday, August 9, 2005

CRAZY HODGE PODGE

I could've been writing for TV now if I was chosen. But I was not. I got to the second interview for the writer position but I guess they accepted one who has more experience. The writer is supposed to write for the newest reality TV show which is the Filipino version of a famous show. Actually, they were looking for two. One for the show, and one  to write other things for them. That's just fine, I guess, because I really don't want a job which is on a per-project basis.

https://the-shortlisted.co.uk/the-real-reasons-for-not-getting-a-job/

The nice thing is, I just got a text message yesterday from the publishing company that interviewed me two weeks ago. I'm going to my second interview next week, yahoo! There were, at first, six of us who were short-listed. Then I was informed I was second choice, which was a subtle way of saying "Don't hope too much". So I abandoned my hopes for that. But then they texted me! 

Whatever happened to the first choice, I don't care. I'm just happy I might get the chance. This job, I actually really want. I lack the experience, though, which according to the Editor-in-Chief was her only edge. We even came from the same school, for goodness sake! Anyway, I'm trying to be positive about this but I won't hope too much.

Life sure is crazy, isn't it?

Basically, life is one heck of a crazy ride. At least, that's what I can conclude, judging from the events that have been happening to me and around me recently. Sheesh. It's crash and burn, baby...

* The government is one big loony bin. If you ask me, "they" are more than likely all cheats. Just her bad luck "she" got caught. Worse, the people are joining the crazy ride. Most just talk the talk but cannot provide any reasonable solutions. Just that they want to put more wrong people in the government. IDIOTS.

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* It does not help that there are also crazy foreign ambassadors and leaders who make us seem like the worst country ever, like calling us the "Next Afghanistan". Helloooo??? Talk about exaggerations! Sure, ours isn't perfect, but why don't they look at their own backyards first? We just happened to be "Third World" but it doesn't mean theirs are any better. And if my country was that bad, I wouldn't be here still taking time to go online for my own pleasure, submit my works, and talk about my own puny poblems...

Just saying that before you make any irresponsible announcements and conclusions, make sure you meet the people first and actually go around and travel to check out the place. BIGGER IDIOT.

* On a more personal level, this issue with my recent employer is driving me nuts! They still have no plans of paying anyone and that means I can't even get my original high school diploma which they required us to submit as a requirement. The Operations Manager-cum-B**ch hasn't shown her face since the Monday after the Great Walk-out. The others are going to file a complaint, if ever, and I've decided to shelve my own to join theirs should it proves to be feasible.

* I have judgmental bigots for roommates. Basically, they're nice enough people, but obviously shallow and narrow-minded. I had been "accused" of two things and I didn't even know until much later. First, Rosalie thought I was a lesbian but changed her mind after she got to know me better. That doesn't change the fact, though, that she only jumped into the conclusion due to one occasion and based her theories on gross misconceptions and stereo-typing. 

https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/449445237796574384/
Second, Luz told them I was crazy, literally, when I was practically new there. They changed their opinions after getting to know me, yes, but not before getting scared and jumping into conclusions which were, again, based on gross misconceptions and stereo-typing. Not to mention, fear of the unknown. One of these days, I'll explain to you exactly what happened. What's important is I proved them wrong and they must feel really foolish now. 

Well, anyway, wish me luck, guys!!!!



Tuesday, August 2, 2005

Cat Got Her Tongue...

I have so many thoughts occuping my mind these past days, and I wanted to write all about them here. Unfortunately, I spent the first two hours sending applications that I now don't have time to actually do write about them. Next time maybe.

I just would like to say that I might not be able to post much again because, as most of you know, I've already resigned. That means less chances to go online again. *sigh* But anyway...

Oh, BTW, it's nearly time for "spring cleaning". Time to rid my  life of some unnecessary clutter...