tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2009-11-07:/MokoFeed2009-11-07T23:45:17+01:00tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-23:/2007/04/23/if_you_re_a_writer_try_this_site~2143809/jadesworde2007-04-23T08:08:26+02:002007-04-23T08:08:26+02:00 <p> <strong> If you like to write online, try <a href="http://www.booksie.com.">www.booksie.com.</a> It's free and you can make a novel one chapter at a time, or short stories or poems as much as you like. I'd also recommend <a href="http://www.writing.com">www.writing.com</a> but this site limits the number of stories, poems or novels you can write and you have to pay to get more features.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/23/if_you_re_a_writer_try_this_site~2143809/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-18:/2007/04/18/philippine_politics_suck~2114186/jadesworde2007-04-18T12:58:58+02:002007-04-18T12:58:58+02:00 <p><strong> Elections are drawing near. And the TV is filled with commercials of senatorial candidates hanging out with the poor people, helping sick people in hospitals, building structures like schools and markets- it's all just plain manipulative!!! </p> <p> And what most of the commercials have in common is that there is at least one celebrity singing or talking about how generous they are, how good they are (please gag me), and how great they are. Ugh. </p> <p> Philippine politicians speak with such fair and strong words, yet they easily find a million excuses not to do something they have to be responsible about.</p> <p> Yes, the whole country knows what nice people those candidates are. And some of the candidates are friggin' actors! Why are actors suddenly all about politics??? Just because they're famous they can easily get our votes?? Is this some kind of gimmick? The one who dies with the most votes win?<br> Well yeah, the country has been voting for celebrities (unfortunately), but have we budged from being the 3rd most corrupted country in the world??</p> <p> And if that isn't enough, corrupted officials are doing everything they can to bring their president down.<br> If Ramon Magsaysay could see us now...</p> <p> Philippine politicians suck.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/philippine_politics_suck~2114186/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-10:/2007/04/10/nostalgic_for_disney_movies~2064863/jadesworde2007-04-10T13:30:47+02:002007-04-10T13:30:47+02:00 <p><strong> Alright. I was bored to death at home with the most terrible sore throat and saw some video tapes with Disney movies that my aunt and her husband recorded for us few years ago. (I looove my aunt to death right now for doing so.)<br> So three days ago, I had a Disney movie marathon! Here are just some of the movies I watched:</p> <p>The Little Mermaid<br> - definitely one of my favorites!! I think Ariel is the prettiest of the Disney Princesses bunch.I had a crush on Prince Eric in this movie. I loved the whole story. Oh, and I realized how much I missed the songs "Part of Your World", "Under the Sea", and especially "Kiss the Girl."</p> <p>Mulan<br> - oh yeah! The Asian butt-kicking, kung-fu princess! Now that chick knows girl power! She saved the emperor of China and Captain Shang. And Mushu is so cute and funny. I liked the corky song "A Girl Worth Fighting For." </p> <p>Pocahontas<br> - oooh, one of my fave characters. I liked the whole theme of the story- and the music! Aside from the "Colors of the Wind", I also liked "Just Around the Riverbend."</p> <p>Aladdin<br> - Oh god. I adore Aladdin. And Genie is just plain hilarious! And Jasmine definitely suits him- you know, brains and poise combo.</p> <p>Beauty and the Beast<br> - this is my numero uno on the list! I watched this one twice. All the characters are memorable. And who didn't like the ending? I can't resist listening to the song "Be Our Guest" and of course, "Beauty and the Beast." I want a gown just like Belle's, the one she wore in the dance scene.</p> <p> I wonder if Disney is making anymore animated movies with princesses , with all the singing and the falling-in-love plots.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/10/nostalgic_for_disney_movies~2064863/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-10:/2007/04/10/feeling_sad~2064702/jadesworde2007-04-10T13:09:07+02:002007-04-10T13:09:07+02:00 <p><strong> Ugh. Can't believe it.<br> I'm in the city right now (which is 5 hours away from home) for an interview in a college and today my best friend back home just had her tooth pulled out. I had a tooth pulled out last year so before I left,<br> I warned her about the aftermath of the process.</p> <p>Her experience with the dentist is totally different from mine.</p> <p>My experience: The dentist (who came all the way from Manila) who extracted my tooth took him an hour to remove my tooth and it was painless. The catch: it was veeeery expensive.</p> <p>Her experience: The dentist (who owned the clinic) who extracted her tooth took her roughly 5 hours! And it took 3 anesthesia injections but it was still painful. She lost an ample amount of blood for just one tooth.</p> <p> I can imagine her misery right now, aching, poofy cheek and all. And it's her birthday tomorrow and she's gonna spend the week recovering from the trauma! And I can't even be there for her!</p> <p>Sigh...</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/10/feeling_sad~2064702/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-07:/2007/04/07/whatevah~2048058/jadesworde2007-04-07T08:53:46+02:002007-04-07T08:57:19+02:00 <p><strong> My sister's insane. When she was off to travel with our eldest bro, she told me not to go out (to the mall, to be exact) and she even warned me not to get ask for the emergency money mom left for us.<br> You think I'm gonna listen to her? (chuh.)<br> Right after they left, I immediatly changed to my outfit and hopped a ride to the mall. I didn't tell her I have my own money. Haha!!<br> I'm 2 years older than my sister, so naturally I am in position to listen to her or not. It's the law of the birth order.<br> Besides, I'm bored.<br> If I ever listen to her stupid orders (which is pathetic really, when will she learn I will not listen to her for like- ever???), the world will not make sense anymore.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/07/whatevah~2048058/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-03:/2007/04/03/the_reason~2024360/jadesworde2007-04-03T09:30:19+02:002007-04-03T09:30:19+02:00 <p><strong> Excellent. Total pageviews for March: 298. Much better than February's 90 pageviews (for being too busy).<br> Anyway, here are reasons why my mom doesn't approve of Forbidden guy:<br> - he's six years my senior<br> - he wears earrings<br> - he doesn't have a similar upbringing as I do.<br> - he's not CEO of a company. In other words, he is not rich.<br> - books before boys (even though there's only one boy and that's him)<br> - prefers guys who has extensive knowledge of boring subjects like math, chemistry, golf and probably fine wine. and all that jazz.<br> - prefers a foreigner as my prospect. chuh. get real.<br> - she doesn't see him as my future (gasp) husband. That is SICK. The last thing a teenager (that's me) will think about is getting married!Ewewewewewew!!!! EEEEW! Look, the guy's definitely boyfriend material but we got a looooooooooooooong way to go before we're gonna hear wedding bells. Can't a girl date for self-fulfillment?? Urgh.<br> - can't date until I'm 18</p> <p> OK. He's older but my mindset is a little more mature than most girls I know. He wears earrings but that doesn't mean he's some kind of criminal. He's a total nice guy with a shy side. Besides, he looks hot with it.<br> And we probably don't have the same upbringing but he's really a great guy who's quite devoted to moi. He totally respects me and even gives me the freedom to go out with other guys if I want to.<br> He's not rich, but he pays for our date.<br> And he's probably not a mathematician but he's very interesting to talk to. And we're both open to each other.<br> So if I want him as a boyfriend, he will be my boyfriend! Even if I have to wait for another year to be 18!<br> </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/03/the_reason~2024360/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-03:/2007/04/03/insecurity_is_boring~2024077/jadesworde2007-04-03T08:36:02+02:002007-04-03T08:36:02+02:00 <p><strong> I've got nothing against people with inferiority complex or something, but it gets tiring to hear about one's belly pooch, pudgy nose, cellulite thighs or hateful hair. It's either you deal with it or shut up.<br> I know some people who shrink when others compliment them. If a person says, "you're glowing today." The complimentee shrugs and blushes saying, "oh, I'm not. You're just saying that coz I'm blahblahblah..." instead of getting it over with a simple, sincere "thank you."<br> Even if the compliment tends to be sarcastic or fake, a "thank you" would suffice the situation.<br> Seriously, it wouldn't kill you to love yourself for being yourself.<br> Sure, I have a few bad hair days, or days I just don't feel bouncy or outgoing. I even have days where I look in the mirror and just laugh at my imperfect bits. And I don't complain. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> But that's part of being able to love and accept yourself.<br> </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/03/insecurity_is_boring~2024077/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-04-03:/2007/04/03/i_am_sooo_dead~2023960/jadesworde2007-04-03T08:06:52+02:002007-04-03T08:06:52+02:00 <p><strong> Hmm... Two weeks ago (on a Friday, to be exact)I was just assisting my uncle with his shopping. I was bored out of my wits. And hungry. So after our shopping spree in the mall, we went to a fastfood restaurant.<br> I was about to smother my sorrows with a chicken salad, knowing that the chances of seeing Forbidden guy was very, like, nil. The mall was closing and only the restaurants were still open.<br> After a serving of chicken salad, HE passed through.<br> Oh. My. God.<br> I kept a straight face since I was with my uncle. And yeah, he spotted me and there was a delighted look on his face as he passed by and went out through the other entrance. (Restaurant has two entrances)<br> My mind immediatly stared racing. So I used a very cliche' (but used it for the very first time) excuse to my uncle: I needed to go to the ladies' room.<br> Since the restaurant didn't have a restroom, I was free to go. Brilliant.<br> I immediatly spotted HIM in the nearby video store.<br> We chatted while I looked at him up and down: oh god. He's wearing an earring- wait- earrings on both ears! Cutie factor just spun up to the tenth power. My mom will SO not approve of him. I had to laugh at him coz he thought I was out on a date. I had to explain that the guy I'm with is my uncle. Harhar. </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/04/03/i_am_sooo_dead~2023960/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-30:/2007/03/30/feeling_weird~2001774/jadesworde2007-03-30T09:00:21+02:002007-03-30T09:00:21+02:00 <p><strong> Did the strangest thing a few days ago. I woke up one cool morning, stretched reeeaal good, then hugged my other pillow and muttered HIS name. (Yeah, Forbidden guy's name.)<br> Shit.<br> I've spent talking to him way past midnight last night.<br> Mortification overcame me. Am I that into him??<br> So I spent the whole morning trying to figure out my insanity. We've known each other for nearly 2 years, have gone out only once and I'm still unsure about what I feel about the whole thing.<br> So I've come to a conclusion that I'm very crazy, stupidly, adorably in love with him as he is with me.<br> If mom finds out, she'll have a bitch fit and probably throw me out of the house.<br> Hurrah.<br> </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/30/feeling_weird~2001774/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-30:/2007/03/30/the_skinny_on_calories~2001419/jadesworde2007-03-30T07:40:29+02:002007-03-30T07:40:29+02:00 <p><strong> I so can't believe my friend. Let's call her V. V has this sudden obsession over her weight and it's totally insane the way she counts calories.<br> I've got an absolutely heaven-sent metabolism so I haven't cared how much I eat. I loooove to eat and not gain a pound.<br> V's story is different. She fretted two days ago when we hung out, saying that her jeans nearly won't fit her.<br> Buy. New. Jeans.<br> I guess letting go of her ratty jeans would mean surrendering the battle of the bulge. She's a bit on the pudgy side but she's not that fat!One can totally tell she still has a figure!<br> When we were just killing time at the mall and we had this long debate on what to eat in KFC.<br> She practically started to count the calories on the menu board and even recited a list of food she's suppose to avoid. Blahblahblahblah...<br> Order.A. Damn. Salad.<br> Does she know you need at least 2000 calories to survive?<br> It's friggin' stupid to avoid calories at all cost when it's one of the things that's keeping us alive.<br> She's saying she had already cut rice off her diet and she's still gaining. I asked her if she eats vegetables. She says she doesn't.<br> Huh. Think I found the problem.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/30/the_skinny_on_calories~2001419/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-24:/2007/03/24/no_graduation_blues_here~1964801/jadesworde2007-03-24T08:39:39+01:002007-03-24T08:39:39+01:00 <p><strong> After 4 grueling years in high school I'm finally graduating!!<br> I'm sooo not looking back at high school. It's not worth the trouble. Yesterday was the last day of the schoolyear so people are having their shirts and scrapbooks signed, along with messages and cellphone numbers.<br> It's utterly pointless.<br> I think it's a matter of ego-centered, self-importance that people are having everyone sign their shirts coz they think that 100 percent of their class population will miss them when they go to college.<br> We won't.<br> If I had the nerve to let anyone sign my shirt, it would be my small but very close circle of friends. Not the whole batch. It should be people who really matter.<br> Besides, college is a place where you'll widen your social circle and you'll eventually have to forget the people who signed in your shirt or notebook who don't really know you.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/24/no_graduation_blues_here~1964801/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-21:/2007/03/21/officially_out_of_my_mind~1944342/jadesworde2007-03-21T08:25:25+01:002007-03-21T08:25:25+01:00 <p><strong> Just came from my first date with the Forbidden guy (finally!). For the last three(or four) hours, I was worrying what I look like, running around the house like a madwoman looking for crack or something. I ran up and down, going room to room, looking for stuff and clothes and my fave lip balm. I kept forgetting where I put my cellphone and I was about to go insane.<br> While I was at it I was asking God to just let me die.<br> I couldn't postpone the date, that would be utterly heartless. I just gotta take the dive.<br> It was a good thing I already took a shower. My first dillema was my outfit. I easily put a casual, chic look then some lip balm and blush. Debated whether I should put on make-up. Wait, I hate make-up. I combed my hair to bring it to life.<br> Since I was having my period, I changed my napkin twice during the whole preparation coz of this worse-case scenario thing in my head. I mean, the last thing I want him to say is, "do you smell blood? Is someone bleeding to death?" Or something. I'm insane!!!<br> Brushed my teeth more thoroughly. Gave myself a full-mirror body check to see if there might be anything unzipped, sticking out or bulging out in the wrong places.<br> Hair's got volume.Nose clear. Teeth clean. Pad not visible. Nails spotless. No time for nail polish. Wait, I never use nail polish. But still pissed. Very pissed. Am I seriously going out with him today when he asked that we could have lunch together- this morning???!<br> Goddamit!!!<br> I looked for my bag, crammed my stuff and essentials in it, and gave myself a last look in the mirror. I've got zero time to think about what we should talk about. I'll play it by the ear. Crapcrapcrap. I'm nervous.<br> It's already 12.30pm. It takes 30 minutes to go to the mall and his lunchtime's at 1pm.<br> While I was waiting for a ride I couldn't help but laugh at my own agitation.<br> So this is what it feels like getting ready for your first date.<br> I wanna slap myself silly.<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/21/officially_out_of_my_mind~1944342/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-17:/2007/03/17/what_would_you_not_do_tomorrow~1920539/jadesworde2007-03-17T12:41:39+01:002007-03-17T12:41:39+01:00 <p><strong> I remembered the Miss Philippines Pageant. There was this particular contestant during the Q&A portion.<br> The question was- if you won the pageant title as Ms. Philippines, what would you NOT do tomorrow?<br> The contestant's answer was somewhat pointless and weak. It went something like this: "If I won this pageant, what I would not do tomorrow is to eat because I want to maintain my figure."<br> Just what the Philippines needs. An anorexic beauty queen. Excellent.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"> But then, a stupid question begets a stupid answer. </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/what_would_you_not_do_tomorrow~1920539/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-13:/2007/03/13/kitchen_wars~1895455/jadesworde2007-03-13T09:31:30+01:002007-03-13T09:31:30+01:00 <p><strong>I was stuck in our condo, alone with my big bro. Then mom calls, saying she was on her way. Before she hung up, she had one request: the condo better be clean. Uh-oh.<br> My mom is a total nitpick for cleanliness. I swear she has this obsessive compulsive thing going on. I guess our cleaning prowess will never compare to her. It's like getting a visit from the Board of Health!! We had five hours to do the job.<br> My bro makes a deal with me. He cleans the whole condo while I take care of the kitchen. It was no big deal really- our condo is quite small. Almost like a singles hotel bedroom except a kitchen and living room managed to squeeze in. Studio type.<br> Before I conquered the kitchen, I made him get rid of the maggot-infested rice that was 3-days-old. My brother's that disgusting even with an excellent academic record (I have a hinky feeling he's trying to breed flies).<br> I stare at the pots, plates, and glasses piled on the sink. Oh brother. I am SO not looking forward to living in with my sib. I just suck it up and turn on the tap.<br> While the dishes were soaked, I waged battle with oil, grease and crumbs from our electric oven/grill. (Would it kill my brother to clean the grill???) I threw out some trash, swept the kitchen floor and wiped the counter. Then there was a funky smell coming from one of my bro's chocolate covered cookies (he used to sell them for a project) and I begged he get rid of the mold- sprinkled snack. Ick. Ick. Ick. How does he put up with all of this chaos???!!<br> When my mom finally arrived, she sighed with relief. But the relief didn't last long.<br> She said the floor was sticky and dirty (sticky??).<br> The toilet apparently needs more scrubbing.<br> The carpet needs to be aired.<br> Why do I bother?</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/13/kitchen_wars~1895455/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-03:/2007/03/03/to_someone_i_ll_never_have_part~1840160/jadesworde2007-03-03T17:18:59+01:002007-03-03T17:18:59+01:00 <p> <strong>Remember the first time we talked to each other just for a few minutes? You told me after that moment that it took you minutes to get the courage to walk up to me, summoning all your guts. I was caught off-guard and it was an awkward time because I didn't know you were around at that afternoon. I was nervous that somebody my mom knows might see us and report to her. And I wished I wasn't so chicken to talk to you. You had a boyish, charming aura that I found impressive. You weren't trying so hard but at the same time you were comfortable in your own skin without being arrogant.<br> There was a time I was eating at the fast food restaurant (with the glass windows) and I was with my mom and her friend. While I was chewing on a sandwich, you passed by the window! (I nearly choked but no one noticed.) You didn't see me because you were busy sending a message to my cellphone.<br> And I couldn't forget the time when I saw you going back to work. I couldn't let you get away without seeing me first. Since I knew I couldn't reach you in time, instead, I was yards away behind you, I called you on your cellphone. I'll never forget seeing you staring at your cellphone in disbelief until you finally answered it with curiousity:<br> "Hello?"<br> "Turn around." was the first thing I said. (I can't be bothered to say hello somehow.)<br> "What?"<br> "Just turn around."<br> Turn around you did so. When you spotted me, you had the most priceless, delighted smile and at the same time you were speechless.<br> I told him this was payback for catching me off-guard the last time.<br> He said he's get back at me someday. How romantic.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/03/to_someone_i_ll_never_have_part~1840160/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-03:/2007/03/03/to_someone_i_ll_never_have_part~1839891/jadesworde2007-03-03T16:23:08+01:002007-03-03T16:23:08+01:00 <p> <strong> I swear you were the guy of my dreams, but I had no idea what made me think that. I just knew. Everytime I'd see you, I get completely nervous. Then, when we finally started texting each other, it was amusing to discover that your friends were always on the lookout for me. It was a mutual understanding between us but I honestly have no idea what would happen to our relationship. It was next to impossible- you were six years my senior and you were someone people in my social circle would frown upon.<br> But for some reason I didn't care. Neither did you.<br> You completely understood why I couldn't date or why we couldn't be seen together. We shared a wide perspective in life which I couldn't see in other guys which made you completely unique. And it's why I admired you more.<br> When my mom found out about our little communication, she disapproved of it and demanded I shouldn't entertain "boys like him." Being an obedient daughter, I stopped.<br> You had no idea how excruciating it was to suddenly stop talking to you for 2 months. For the whole 2 months, you still kept texting and even calling (which I never answered).<br> Finally, i couldn't stand it any longer. I decided we just had to keep our communication to each other a secret.<br> And I promised to myself I wouldn't leave you hanging like that again.<br> And it was worth it.<br> </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/03/to_someone_i_ll_never_have_part~1839891/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-03:/2007/03/03/to_someone_i_ll_never_have_part~1839740/jadesworde2007-03-03T15:53:04+01:002007-03-03T15:53:04+01:00 <p><strong> Our story seems to come straight from a soap opera: two people from two completely different worlds who find each other in the most unexpected way at an unexpected time. We were different in almost any way imaginable.<br> I still remember the time I first saw you- it was crush at first sight, frankly. You had the most mesmerizing eyes, your hair was tousled the right way, your nose is quite haughty and you have the most gorgeous smile. After a few minutes, I realized I was holding my breath. It was just physical attraction that attracted me to you- at first, anyway. I was just contented to look at you at a safe distance, being a shy person that I am. It was ok if you didn't acknowledge my existence.<br> I always hoped to see you every week. Then one day, you kept glancing at me. I thought it was just my imagination. But after a few weeks, it was loud and clear we had an eye for each other.<br> Everytime I'd come by, your friends would get really loud, mercilessly teasing you though you didn't mind, and you just kept glancing at me with that secretive kind of smile. And if you weren't there, one of your friends would suddenly disappear somewhere, then come back with you! It's good you have such wacky and caring friends.<br> Then, there was the time you had one of your friends deliver your cellphone number to me because you were- to my surprise- shy. Along with your number was a note asking if we could get to know each other and be friends. I had a feeling we could be more than that, though I wasn't really expecting it.<br> And that was when we got to know each other.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/03/to_someone_i_ll_never_have_part~1839740/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-01:/2007/03/01/what_was_britney_thinking~1825090/jadesworde2007-03-01T03:00:11+01:002007-03-01T03:00:11+01:00 <p><img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r14/labonna85/brit.jpg" alt="" title=""> <strong>Oooookaaaay... I still can't believe what Britney did with her hair...um, Britney, if this is some kind of aftermath with your divorce (or K-Fed), please get back in rehab. That little stint of yours won't do your career any good. At all. Don't spiral down like Michael Jackson. Please. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wth.gif" alt="|-|" class="middle" border="0"></strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/01/what_was_britney_thinking~1825090/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-03-01:/2007/03/01/simon_isn_t_mean~1825047/jadesworde2007-03-01T02:34:44+01:002007-03-01T02:34:44+01:00 <p> Simon Cowell isn't mean. He simply knows how extremely difficult it is to make it in the music industry. "American Idol" is an open-door opportunity to anyone and it's part of his job to weed out the tuneless, tone-deaf, disillusional wannabes among the really aspiring singers with that so-called X-factor.<br> Imagine if Simon has gone sugary soft like Paula Abdul, there'll be mutiny in the show. When someone auditions, they have to sound not OK, but fantastic. If Simon weren't in the show, Paula and Randy would've lead American Idol to its inevitable death.<br> For me, Paula's just too patronizingly sweet, it makes me nauseous. She can't keep giving out false hopes to people who obviously think they stand out when they obviously weird the pants out of the audience.<br> And Randy... well, I prefer Randy to Paula, though I think it's pretty cool he's a buffer between Paula and Simon. He's like this black Buddha, always smiling. All we need to do now is make him do the lotus position. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/03/01/simon_isn_t_mean~1825047/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-27:/2007/02/27/finicky_quirks~1814186/jadesworde2007-02-27T13:28:28+01:002007-02-27T13:28:28+01:00 <p>I've got odd habits. I know (and hope)I'm not the only one.<br> 1. I make toast with butter and honey- in the evening<br> 2. My bedroom door has to remain shut. It ticks me off when it's open.<br> 3. I don't lick ice cream. I bite it through it most of the time.(no brain freeze for some reason)<br> 4.When I take a shower, there has to be music while I'm at it.<br> 5. When I buy yogurt, it has to be either strawberry or berry mix and non-fat. No other flavors are tolerated.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/27/finicky_quirks~1814186/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-27:/2007/02/27/creepy~1814121/jadesworde2007-02-27T13:18:16+01:002007-02-27T13:18:16+01:00 <p><strong> Yesterday, while getting ready for school, I was looking for a binder in our computer room. After looking around there alone for a few minutes, someone called my name. It was a distant voice, a woman's. She called out my name - twice. I assumed it was one of our househelp (it can't be my mom since she's sleeping like a log) so I went to her and asked why she called me. She looked at me all puzzled and said she didn't.<br> Oh. My. God. She can't be serious. Then I told her (assuming it was her) that she must've called me. She insisted she was busy cleaning the living room. When I told her where I was when the voice called me, she told me she had experienced the same thing several times when she was cleanin the computer room or watering the plants outside. And she also mentioned that when she'd pass by the stairs, she thought she'd seen someone go up- only to vanish.<br> Well, considering we're living in an ancient house, it still sends chills up and down my spine.<br> Ick. Ick. Ick.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/27/creepy~1814121/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-20:/2007/02/20/thank_god~1771629/jadesworde2007-02-20T09:23:34+01:002007-02-20T09:23:34+01:00 <p> <strong> Thank God fourth quarter prelim exams are over. Math was a killer, why do I even bother? I envy people who can multiply fractions! Biochem was about our little dabate on cloning. It's all about essays. (Which I smoothly answered.) Ok, I"m more on artistic pursuits than academics. I hate high school coz 1.) everyone's clique-ish. Barf. Barf. Barf. 2.) Our principal sucks 3.) Education- everyone can acquire knowledge through textbooks but artists/ artistic people aren't recognized unless they have several A's in their grades when in fact, people who can tell the difference between aqua and blue are quite rare. 4.) No freedom. At all. It's a prison in academic disguise with a promise of a very bright future for your child. Please. It's not about the school. It's about the students.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/20/thank_god~1771629/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-20:/2007/02/20/david_krumholtz_swoon~1771558/jadesworde2007-02-20T09:05:44+01:002007-02-20T09:05:44+01:00 <p><img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a349/bluengreenswmer/Pics%20for%20MySpace/davidkrumholtz.jpg" alt="" title=""> This dreamboat plays a detective's little brother. Okay, in my list, this guy stands next to Patrick Dempsey. Considering that he's associated to a subject that I've purely loathed all my life (Math, to be exact), he's got this boyish guy-next-door charm. And when he starts spouting off all those mathematical garble, he seems more irresistable than ever!!!! I mean, hello, looks and brains in one package?? That spells HOTT. The show Numb3rs is entertaining, packed with action, suspense, with a touch of forensics, and at the same time educating, coz Charlie (David Krumholtz's character) simplifies it for the mathematically jinxed. (That includes me. Sadly.) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/20/david_krumholtz_swoon~1771558/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-18:/2007/02/18/patrick_dempsey_swoon~1759558/jadesworde2007-02-18T06:13:44+01:002007-02-18T06:13:44+01:00 <p><img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/imsmarterthanu/patrickdempsey.jpg" alt="" title=""> <strong> (gush, gush, gush) Patrick Dempsey is in my list of the most charming actors I've ever seen. He's got the most adorable disposition, and his smile is a cross between amusement and modesty. If he was really a brain surgeon, I'd let him operate on my brain anytime!!! Grey's Anatomy rocks!!!! His pictures should come with a warning: "images may cause cardiac arrest." Patrick Dempsey's style is laid-back, unassuming, irresistably charming and modest, the kind of guy who's handsome-but-really-doesn't-know-he-is. He's not the typical actor Hollywood hottie. My sis and I went crazy when he appeared as a guest in Ellen DeGeneres show! (I swear he has the stars in his eyes. Hand to God.)</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/18/patrick_dempsey_swoon~1759558/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-14:/2007/02/14/the_valentine_fever~1737607/jadesworde2007-02-14T07:50:38+01:002007-02-14T07:50:38+01:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"><strong> Oh god, it's Valentine's day over here. I see pink and red everywhere, especially balloons, flowers and everything else. It's another Valentine i'll survive. People are coming in the mall by pairs all lovey-dovey, koochie-woochie, kissy-kissy, huggy-wuggy and sweety-weeny. And Hallmark cards are being purchased like mad.<br> The joy of being single is that I can be completely selfish without worrying what the hell I'll give to another.<br> I'm not a Valentine scrooge. I just hate it when Valentine's day is commercialized.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"></strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/14/the_valentine_fever~1737607/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-14:/2007/02/14/of_pride_and_prejudice~1737263/jadesworde2007-02-14T03:37:02+01:002007-02-14T03:37:02+01:00 <p><strong> I read Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" out of sheer boredom. It totally beats Romeo and Juliet's romance. I love Elizabeth's character coz modern women of today should be smart-alecky like her and not one-track, whirlwind-minded like desperate Juliet. Women in the days of Elizabeth were poised with dignity and courtesy with praiseworthy accomplishments. They just don't grab a love prospect coz he can spout of flowery poetry- they chose men according to his agreeable, amiable personality, politeness, appearance and wealth (of course), and his accomplishments. Juliet is so Elizabethan ages ago (how ironic.)<br> Elizabeth isn't perfect of course, but that's why I like her. When Mr. Darcy professes his undwindling love for her, Elizabeth-being the most unromantic- refuses his love and picks a fight.<br> Mr. Darcy isn't a shabby kind of Romeo either. Instead of bursting out in sonnets he goes straight about it to Elizabeth. Thank god. No poetry to decode.<br> And the most curious thing is he still loves Elizabeth months after their fight. That's love for ya.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/14/of_pride_and_prejudice~1737263/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-02-13:/2007/02/13/the_cloning_and_bread_issue_debate~1732723/jadesworde2007-02-13T11:55:52+01:002007-02-13T11:55:52+01:00 <p><strong> Our biochem subject is naturally dull as watching grass grow.<img src="/img/smilies/graysleep.gif" alt=":zz:" class="middle" border="0"> Our class just can't get anymore BORING. Then, our teacher grouped us in to two for our debate about cloning.<br> That's when nonsense started to pour in.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"><br> Everyone started asking about cloning possibilities on dinosaurs, significant historical figures and Tom Cruise.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> Our teacher answered it is very much possible if one is able to get a stem cell from their fragments.<br> Then one classmate of mine asked if we could clone Jesus. Our religious teacher answered that since Jesus resurrected and didn't leave behind a fragment of DNA, we are unable to do so. (So technically, I guess it means if Jesus didn't resurrect in the first place, we could've had a chance to clone him.) My classmate being a persistent one, she answered that bread symbolized the body of Christ...<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> Another classmate beat us at it. "Idiot!" she said, "even if you clone bread, it'll still be bread!"<br> That's another issue we've got to debate about.<img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"><br> </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/02/13/the_cloning_and_bread_issue_debate~1732723/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-01-25:/2007/01/25/nothing_much_happenin_move_along~1617521/jadesworde2007-01-25T04:43:27+01:002007-01-25T04:43:27+01:00 <p><strong> Let's just say that I'm bored stiff.<br> My evil uncle (whom I mentioned in my first blog entry), heard that one of his ex-girlfriends is staying at our house. He just won't give up, would he? While I was in our dressing room, I heard all our five dogs barking angrily, more than usual.<br> That's when I heard him go through our backyard, but one of our dogs (the toughest one guarding the entrance of our backdoor) was really giving him a threat. So my uncle decided to leave.<br> One of our maids said our uncle entered through the gate. </p> <p> Damn.</p> <p> I shoulda set all the dogs loose on him.</p> <p> His ex-girlfriend happens to be my mom's close friend. The ex-girlfriend has long ago decided that my uncle was a big, fat, pissin' idiot of a jerk and dropped him like a pair of last season's skinny jeans. And now my uncle's insulting her through text like you wouldn't believe. I guess my beer-bellied uncle is friggin' scared of losing the game. (you know, THE game.) </p> <p> Why does he even bother?? His ex has already moved on and living it up as a single mother (her child's graduated already, so she has freedom!) and having the time of her life. But he's decided to wallow in a quicksand of misery as long as his meaningless life allows.</p> <p> What a rut... for him. sucka!</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/01/25/nothing_much_happenin_move_along~1617521/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-01-23:/2007/01/23/why_why_me~1605108/jadesworde2007-01-23T10:02:00+01:002007-01-23T10:02:00+01:00 <p><strong> Okay, there's this guy who I like and he likes me back. We've seen each other a few times and it's quite obvious that we've got mutual feelings for each other. But here's the catch: he's 6 years older than me (six years! it's absurd!), we'ver got very different lives (let's just say I live a life of comfort and he's living a life below my social class) and it's like we come from different worlds. We've been texting each other for more than a year already (that's how FORBIDDEN he is.) and last night he asked me if we could schedule a "friendly" date.<br> I'm friggin' scared that it will be more of a "more-than-friendly" date. How do I deal with this situation?? I've only seen him a few times and I'm anxious to get to know him more personally. The worst thing that could happen is get caught by my mom's friends and her friend's friends. Shoot.<br> I'm sooo not gonna find this date easy to schedule.<br> I mean, is there a place where no one will see us? And what the hell will I wear?<br> Must remember to breathe. Brreeeeaaathee.....<br> Why did I even agree going to this date???</p> <p>Peace out.</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/01/23/why_why_me~1605108/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:jadesworde.blog.co.uk,2007-01-21:/2007/01/21/the_idol_rage~1595177/jadesworde2007-01-21T18:42:55+01:002007-01-21T18:42:55+01:00 <p><strong> Well, here we go with the American Idol auditions. While Paula Abdul is being painfully nice, Randy's yelling "dawg...!", Simon's pulling out the weeds. Thank god for Simon Cowell...<br> So basically, the auditions is a chance for tuneless fools and idiots alike to have a 15 second fame on television. whopeee.<br> Why do they even bother letting them sing for a full minute when they knw their ears are gonna bleed?<br> It's a chance for American viewers to laugh at the tuneless, tone-deaf losers. No wonder their ratings are quite high.<br> Like the last guy to audition for American Idol from Seattle who sang "Bohemian Rhapsody." Damn. It should be illegal for him to sing.<br> He sounded like a horse whinnying in falcetto on crack or something.<br> Never again.<br> </strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://jadesworde.blog.co.uk/2007/01/21/the_idol_rage~1595177/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>