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The Ran-away Phone

My friend and I were shopping clothes in a Penshoppe boutique yesterday and maybe I left my phone somewhere in the fitting room.

( _ _”)

I just realized that I lost it after almost 4 hours when we were already somewhere with my friends, and I was like “O_O I lost my phone”. At first I was so calm and they were the one who’s so worried, minutes passed it sunk into me- my contacts, important messages, pictures and not to mention memos. Ugh!

It just happened last night and I was so unease. My friends ordered drinks so we can at least do something there, while I was sulking in the corner trying to remember where my phone was. It’s a Samsung Galaxy Y, color pink. And the sad part is, I was starting to build my pink collection of things that I own-laptop, watches, stuff toys etc. then all of a sudden???? (//_\\)

I was really having a hard time thinking, the original plan was: we were going to sleep on my friend’s boarding house but then I just texted my mom that I was going to come home and then I told her that I lost my pink phone, and she replied like…. WWAAHHH!!!! I can’t even replay how angry she was. HUHUHU

Anyway, I told my friends that I’ll just go home because I am not enjoying myself since I was dead-thinking about my phone, after so much begging, they decided to let me go and accompany me to the bus station.

To cut the story short, I came home late and got scolded but still my pink phone is gone. I tried searching the net for possible ways to retrieve it but to no avail, I guess I’ll try downloading apps in my other android phone for ways of might be finding it.

*sigh* Here lies my lost phone đŸ˜„

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Redefining Religion

When we speak of religion, we often think of either being a Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu or anything that would require praising a god. But on a subject that would require me to think, it would rather be unimaginative, actually. Just the barest hint of scandal. Not an ounce of horror. I’m a little disappointed.

Religion defining it on its simplest sense would actually be difficult.  Most people these days -surrounded by shenanigans and philanthropic drama- would advertise their creed thinking average people would believe their patriotic claims which would actually wind up as an effective source of income and they can go around the city speaking God’s name with palms wide open asking for donations, which I am not saying is bad.

Some would claim having great religious faith with God and like a viper, people ought to watch that person slip and do a bad thing. And some would burn their knees from kneeling towards the altar of Quiapo wishing for the very best to happen, and when it wouldn’t come they will blame God, saying dramatically, “God! Why?!” when actually all he did was rely on his prayers and didn’t do anything.

Anyway, in redefining Religion in my own perspective is not on how often you promote your faith, it’s not on how often you go to many churches and praise the Heavenly Father to give you a chance to win the lottery ticket or on how much money you give to the church to prove that you are indeed a good man, and it’s not how often you pray just so the folks can see you as a religious, god-fearing individual.

If having a religion is compulsory in the eyes of the society then it would almost be like eating because your tummy tells you to.

Come to think of it, we should consider ourselves lucky that we are living in the 21st century comparison to the times when people believed in sacrifices- I’m speaking about flesh and blood of humans- for the gods and goddesses above, intended as an exchange for food, blessings and all. And I tell you, if this is still being practiced, we wouldn’t have any problem about over population.

Some, being subconsciously irrational as they are, would go to church and instead of praying they would criticize their comare or compare’sSunday outfit hoping that they would top it off. Others would simply enjoy the privilege of eavesdropping as if it is what they came for. As for most of the teenagers, it would serve as the ‘dating place’-as I would label it- telling to their parents that they are going to church and they would think how religious their sons and daughters are. Now tell me, is having a religion would simply earn you a ticket in heaven?

I honestly do not go to the church and when I do, it’s either someone’s wedding, my mom’s request (request means begging me to go with her) or something that would really require me going to the church, and trust me if these would happen I would be sulking in a corner like a devil I am. And I’m not telling these to exclude myself from the irrational people, in fact I’m worst. I wasn’t raised by a religious family so I ended up being a‘stain to the religious society’.Besides what’s really theatrical- as I claimed to be- is that at the end of the day only God holds the verdict, either I’ll enter the marvellous heavens or die again on the burning hell. It’s not those people-friends and strangers- who tell me that I would blister in the fiery fire of hell if I don’t go to church now.

Now then, reading my article would make you think that going to church is preposterous rather than life changing. Well, let’s not wait for the time to come that almost all the people practising their religion would be as illogical as some people might have been doing. I’m not saying that we all shouldn’t go to church because we are all sinners and we can’t stop doing it. My point is why not practice religions silently, were you and God has mutual understanding on how to handle faith.

Generation by generation, Religion is evolving into a different genre. Maybe now, religion tells you to be devoted and go to church every Sunday. Maybe in the next generation it tells you to pray on your Ipad because it is easier and more efficient. We shall never know.

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Begging for Grades!

Everyone!!! Whoever id reading my craps right now…please, and I mean really PLEASE sign up as a member on our site, click here for the link.

It is an environmental site that aims to promote environmental awareness. It is a partial requirement for our Education 103 course, since  I enrolled myself in a friggin’ summer class.

Please I am begging you to please sign in as a member in the forum . You will help us a lot, you can also read some stuff about how to build a biogas generator and such. I will really appreciate guys. Thank you 🙂

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Dear Future husband,

If one day our paths will cross– maybe in the middle of the crowded street, during an enrollment on a school we both attend or maybe in the cliche bump-into-each-other introduction. Please never doubt to introduce yourself. I would welcome you with smiles, and wonder what’s up with the weird feeling in our stomachs. I’ll be a friend like a normal girl would be and we’ll never realize how much we’ll grew to know each other.

We’ll go out with friends during a summer vacation and you will take things that you know I usually forget to bring, even if you don’t even need them. We will go together to a party and you’ll serve as a bouncer-like who’ll yank everyone who dares to mess with me. You will go dress shopping with me, even if it’s so gay and even if it is so out of your character. You’ll do things with me and wonder why this is so, even if we were just friends.

If you indeed find me and we develop far more than being friends I would surely know how to handle a guy like you for we know the do’s and don’ts even when we were not in a romantic relationship.

I will be a much better girlfriend than those you date back when we were just friends, those girls you constantly grumble on how possessive and careless they seem. I will love you with a love that is only equal or even more than what you give me for I know that if this survives, we will rock like rockstars.

If you ever find me future husband, please do things that will make me laugh and cry at the same time, humor me with great things- things that will not only make me smile but will make you a wonderful prince in my mind too. I’m not the type of girl who goes clubbing or mingle with different people, if it so happen that you do, don’t worry I won’t grumble around and tell you to stop doing things that you usually do just because there is ‘me’ in your life. Instead, I’ll let you be mature enough that things have changed and it’s time to set priorities.

I will know you someday and when I do, you’ll propose to me in the quirkiest way possible- while we’re having a candlelight dinner on an island or in a no-ordinary basketball court during the NBA finals where many people watch and see, maybe when we’re about to jump hand-in-hand on a bungee jumping which I forced you into or just in front of my family and friends during a random celebration where you kneel on one knee while my tears are running its way down my cheeks and you tell me the most wonderful things a girl dreamed to hear, “Will you marry me?”

We, women don’t just stick to the old traditional stay-at-home type because we venture on a lot ideas and know that we do this because  we value and care for things that a man’s mind may find hard to understand, and yes future husband, we are that complicated. We yell when we get pissed and notice that when we stay calm at a certain problem, it’s either we know what to do or not at all ( I told you we’re complicated but not insane).

If ever you come across this post one day I hope you realize my great boredom of waiting while we still make our lives more interesting. I wrote this because I know for sure that letters will surely be too mainstream years from now and would never try to scrumble on my old things or those that which are written on the sides of my textbooks.

But I still do wish  that you are the type of guy who would write letters to me, even if it would be too gooey or immature in the future.

I will be the one who will secretly know that you don’t like the smell of Durians, I will be that girl who will protect you from the evil clowns you’re afraid of and never tell about it because I know you’ll be too embarrassed. I will give you the love, happiness and the occasional pains.

We will travel around the world and makes memories last. We will surpass all the challenges brought upon us and laugh about it when we grow old, you will tell me that you love me and make me feel that you do.

We will have cute little children which we’ll call munchkins, you’ll be a good dad and teach them the wonders of life like the way we did. Our children will love you for you will open their eyes on a way you know that it is good for them. You will start to do things for your family and you’ll protect us, even from a crazy monkey in a TV series.

We will grow old happy and together with gray hairs and wrinkled skin. We’ll watch our kids  have their family, we’ll be contented of what we have and what we lived through for we know this have been the fundamentals of the life we’ve been.

Future husband, on the day we meet, I do not hope or wish but I  know for sure that on that very day, we start our happily ever after.

 

Love,

The girl you just bumped into

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Happy Birthday to me :)

So I’m officially 18 now 🙂 Early morning, from 12:00 I got a lot of birthday greetings from friends, relatives and even those I don’t know (Angel).

I don’t know if I should be happy or not, I mean, being 18 is no different from the harsh world of 17s. Yes, I get to have privileges more now, unlike when I’m still a minor but believe it or not, I like it that way- I feel loved in that situation.

So today, after my summer class, we had a get together with my friends at Pizza hut at a local mall. To my surprise, they planned to give me roses ^___^ I was so shocked when all of a sudden the security guard approached my sit while we were eating and handed me a bouquet of flowers and he said “Happy Birthday maam” O_O

My blush and smile was so priceless. I am so blessed with such great friends, and I was not even expecting it ^___^

It’s my 18th birthday so a traditional birthday would be like there’s a cotillion. But I never wanted  that kind of celebration, because I never celebrated my birthday, mind you, I prefer money down services from mom or just buy me something 🙂

My mom gave me a couple bucks to spend and I was not expecting that she would give me a lot, so since the friends I invited were just 4, I saved some cash and bought a blouse at Mossimo and a pants from Redgirl.

Tomorrow, I’m expecting my post-birthday gift from my aunts (I’m such a brat) and I want to buy a sandals from Sketchers, I already checked the price, so surely I would have to buy it!

Weeks before my birthday, my mom bought me a Sony Vaio laptop 🙂 and I am using it now.

I have so many people and things to be thankful and I thank God for every blessing I have. I just hope this would still contnue until I see my grades ( _ _”) I just hope I don’t get a 5 again, or else I have to take it up again.

Anyway, Happy birthday to me and those who are celebrating their birthday today, April 30, 1994.

 

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The Bus Ride

This is the actual terminal.

When I started studying in college, I often go home which means I have to ride the bus from General Santos to our house every now and then.

                It’s not really tiring because I’m really used to it but sometimes it’s just better for me to stay at my boarding house rather than travel. And it’s not because I’m tired or school schedule is hectic but because travelling especially on Fridays is one heck of a battle.

For almost every day, I’ve experienced many things- from worst to even the wicked.

When many commuters are waiting for the bus and everybody is eager to go home, they just simply forget the humane way of boarding a vehicle. Starting off with passengers who don’t know how to make a line especially when there are too many commuters waiting for the bus, they always tend to push over someone as if they haven’t seen how it is causing a stampede.

In instances like this, some won’t even have seats to occupy and end up standing, this is the time where you can differentiate those who are gentlemen, but most of the time, some won’t give up their seats for older people or girls, and would end up pacifying themselves till the next bus stop.

                There are many things that worsen the already tiring ride and here are some:

  1. People who smoke while riding the bus because they clearly do not understand that it is a ‘No Smoking’ area.
  2. Seatmates who will sometimes talk to you even if you don’t know them. I’m not saying that it’s bad; this is for the people who ask psychedelic questions.
  3. Loud and noisy passengers who obviously do not recognize the presence of others and act like they rented the bus.
  4. Love birds passengers. Lucky you, if you never experienced siting with them because you will really look like a miserable third party.
  5. Commuters who sing so loud as if they are in a concert, all because they have their earphones on.
  6. The ones who doesn’t know where dafuq they are going. Either it’s their first time to travel in the area or just driven by pure ignorance.
  7. Passengers who stares at you, as if you are unaware, just because you’re writing on the bus (like the time I was writing this), reading or even just playing a game on a cellphone!
  8. And how can I forget the drunken passengers who could not even manage to pay or tell the conductor where dafuq they’re heading. Welcome to hell bro.
  9. Lastly, the times where I have to look and act like an angel, all because I am sitting next to my teacher.

 

There are many experiences that one may encounter in an everyday travel, I just hope that nobody get killed. By the time someone reads this, I probably have my own bus already
 or not. Even so, one thing will always be constant: commuters is no different to that of the characters in 300.

 

 

 

 

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What Makes Kids Violent

As the internet innovates into larger scope of information, online games had always been popular to the kids of our generation. From Warcaft to the ever famous DOTA, indeed it had been a trend to the world of kids and internet.

Most of the popular online games today are those that are actually not appropriate for very young gamers. Some may also have explicit content in them, not to mention those games that are played with the use of guns or knives like those of a military situation.

Nonetheless this is how kids enjoy now, the days of jackstones and other street games have long been gone. Online game is the new craze and kids get addicted to it that some even allocate their allowance just to play the god-forsaken games with their friends. Some kids even dedicate so much of their time that they neglect many unimportant things, like going to school and even taking a bath. Who would want to shower when you are winning anyway?

This is what kids of today had become with the advancement of the internet world; they became stubborn and unproductive to the society. They don’t do anything but stretch their right arm and click the mouse or push the keyboard.

On the other hand, this doesn’t make them violent. Is sitting in front of the computer while playing online games and being a parasite to the society makes you violent?

Let me introduce to you the power of lag. It is when a computer hangs or pauses due to slow internet connection or just a sudden malfunction. Just imagine the frustration and anxiety of a typical gamer experiencing this? When all you want to do is beat the hell out of your opponent and suddenly the computer lagged. It paused in the middle of a bloody fight against your enemy and you can’t even do anything about it but to wait and stare at the unmoving screen.

At the end of the day, online games don’t make kids violent, lag does. Save humanity and install faster internet connection.
^__^
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How to Cook Adobo

Adobo is a Filipino dish. It’s best cooked with pork ribs or chicken meat.

Try to cook Adobo for dinner or lunch. As a Filipino, we eat it with rice–yes, we can’t have lunch or dinner without rice. What makes Adobo different from other dishes is that it really needs soy sauce.

I wanted to post this as an entry in my blog and I don’t even know why, I am not even a good cook, I just learned  because I have to.

Anyway, here’s the ingredients:

  • 1 onion
  • 4 cloves of garlic
  • ginger
  • pork ribs
  • soy sauce
  • vinegar (balsamic or anything as long as it is a vinegar)
  • pepper
  • green chili
  • potatoes

Procedure:

  1. Chop or whatever, just dice the onion, garlic and ginger.
  2. Saute them until brown.
  3. Add the pork ribs and let it simmer, until oil comes out of the pork. Let it cook for 10 minutes.
  4. Don’t forget to stir it constantly. And do NOT put water while it is still simmering.
  5. Then pour a gradual amount of soy sauce. Do not put too much or else it will taste salty. Add half a cup of water, depending on the amount of soy sauce you added. Let it boil.

 <—— It should look like this.

6.  Add the peppers. It’s okay to put too much but it would definetly be spicy.

7. Let it boil. See to it that the pork ribs will tender.

8. Slice the potatoes.

 <——Like this.

9. When the pork ribs are already tender, add the potatoes and let it boil again until the potatoes soften. Do not add water, again and again. Adobo dish should not have too much water or liquid.

 

 <—- This is what it should look like with the soy sauce and potatoes.

 DO NOT FORGET TO TASTE.

Tasting is important or you’ll end up burning the kitchen.

10. To balance the taste, you can put sugar or oyster sauce (optional). When the potatoes and pork ribs are tender, add green chilis—maybe 15 little chilis. Don’t worry it won’t make the dish spicy, it adds aroma to the dish.

 Then cha-dan! ^__^

 Everyone, this is the Adobo. Sorry for the terms that I used in my procedure, I tried my best to instruct, bear with me ( _ _”) I don’t write cook books.

Just try this at home, ask me if there is something that you don’t understand.

If you try to research this in the internet, it would look more of a restaurant type.

The procedures I made is the easiest and it’s the way how I cook it, like in our house. And give me credits for pete’s sake! I can cook!!! I shall survive!! Bwuahahaha!!!

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Date A Girl Who Writes

Date a girl who writes. Date a girl who spends her money not only on a single, definite collection or passion like “clothes only” or “books alone” but on a variety of things—-from a quirky shirt made by 4-6 year old children at a local orphanage, a lavender scarf woven by a mother of eight who has been a widow since half of her kids were able to understand that their father will never come back, a spur-of-the-moment trip to a far flung island whose caves are said to be haunted by a sea nymph, a 5 o’clock am breakfast in a 50-year old Chinese restaurant on a dusty corner on a downtown boulevard which serves the best fried rice
 the list can go on and on. And notice that every time she spends, what she buys are not only the items or the experience but also the tiny details and countless stories of lives and experiences that she can weave perfectly into words.
Find a girl who writes. You know that she does because she carries around with her a handy notepad with torn papers and stick-on notes inserted in between its pages, and these are filled with random writings, often unfinished, jotted down poems, half-finished essays, a what seems to be a first sentence of a supposed to be short story, a quotation from a book, or simply just a word that evokes a lot of meaning.. The writings are not that too organized nor the handwriting too intelligible because most of the time, the string of her thoughts are faster than what her hands can muster.

Look at the hands. You can almost always pinpoint a writer by her hands. You see the girl with the smudges and smears and lines of ink on her hands, most especially in between her fingers? That’s the writer. Don’t get her wrong. She would also sometimes wonder why she couldn’t seem to get away from those ink smudges no matter how many times she would wash and scrub her hands in a day but she would end up pacifying herself that it’s a reality that she has to deal with. Look closely at the weird girl who has chipped fingernails and crooked middle and pointing fingers on her dominant hand. If you get the chance to hold her hand one day, you’ll surely feel a small, single calloused spot on the side of the last joint of her middle finger. That’s the writer. It’s the result of the love affair of her fingers with a pen or the way she would sometimes pound (Take note: pound, not type.) on the keyboard keys, very much like a pianist who is passionately absorbed, lost in his own music.
She’s the girl who would absent-mindedly stare outside the window for most of the time while you’re relating to her what you feel is one turning point in your life and when she does this, you would sometimes get a strong desire to pound on her and tell her to pay attention. Don’t be hurt by her seemingly lack of attention or interest. Don’t worry. She’s one master of multi-tasking. I tell you, you would be surprised when all of a sudden, she would turn to you, remark on what you’ve said with words that hold the deepest sense of meaning and you would further be amazed at how she would matter-of-factly tell you how your smile became somewhat crooked at one point of your story or how a single crease of line crossed your forehead at another point. Now, who’s not paying attention, huh? Do not ever, not even for a second be deceived that she’s not paying attention when she appears like her mind is elsewhere but with you. During those times, her mind is actually in full gear and she would surprise you that she can take account of your story in toto with the right details, including the life dilemma of the old man on the other table across yours which she just heard in passing while listening to yours.

Let her know what you really think of her writing. Talk about one of her poems over a cup of coffee and insert how this particular cup of coffee is special because it was planted and harvested by a certain native tribe in the southern part of the country. You’ll surely get her attention with that. Find time to read her works even those which are written on the side of her textbooks if you happen to come across with them and you would realize her great sensitivity and the special way she looks at life with a certain degree of passion.
Critic her works, don’t be afraid. She will welcome it with a humility that would make you realize that her writing is pushing her to take a great risk of exposing and baring her soul and her heart, piece by piece, fragment by fragment, to differing opinions and views.
Don’t hesitate to disagree with some of her ideas or opinions. Instead of being disappointed, she would greatly appreciate it for she understands that a great piece of writing stimulates ideas and reactions, may it be positive or negative.
It might appear difficult to date a girl who writes because of her unpredictable nature, varied taste, and wide range of experiences that she’s exposing herself into, but I’ll tell you, she’s one of the persons who are easy to be pleased and stimulated. The only key is your resourcefulness and imagination.

Yes, give her some gifts, you cannot do away with it, but don’t give her just the item or the thing. Give her the story and the words and the emotions behind these gifts. Present to her a bouquet of inexpensive flowers and her blush would be priceless because you bought it with her in mind and knowing that the money you spent will be used by a 10-year old kid to buy a new pair of blue slippers to replace the ones with holes on both of the soles. On your date, bring her to dinner on a food cart in one of the old streets downtown without worrying of being called jologs and tell her the story of the vendor who has to sell the fishballs and the kikiam that you’re eating to compensate for his allowance the following day at the local college. Give her the stories and the gifts of words, the dramas, and the funny anecdotes and you would surely move a mile deeper into her heart.
Tell her the truth no matter how ugly or painful you may think it is. She can surely take it, coupled with a poignant smile. She has heard a lot of truths in her lifetime—truths that would make other people cringe. However, she understands that behind those truths expressed in words are sometimes honorable intentions and motivations that have just somehow swayed out of the context. It will never be the end of the world to her.
Don’t get her too comfortable with your presence. Stimulate her even if your effort would at times fail. She understands failure much like she would sometimes purposely lead her characters to fail and doom for she knows that this gives substance and twist to the story, for without it, her write-up would be bland and unimaginative.

If you find a girl who writes, don’t be daunted by her seeming complexity. Keep her close. When you receive a call at 2 o’clock am and you realize that it’s her voice on the other line asking you about a certain word which is already at the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t seem to gather her thoughts completely because she just woke up due to a strong need to put to writing an idea that passed her mind while in the middle of her slumber. Don’t tell her to go back to sleep. Help her think of the right word, noting that her voice is enough to erase your irritation of being woken up and is stronger than a cup of coffee in keeping you wide awake. Who knows, she might be using you as the hero in the short story that she is currently brewing up or better yet, she is in fact writing about a vision of your life together.
You will start to write letters, the real kind, in long hand and expect to see it several years after—-yellowed pages and dog-eared, evidences of having been read for several times. You would start reading Keats and memorize some of her own original poems, reading it to her on a warm night and wonder how you ever thought before that reading poems nowadays is too gooey , when it’s the most romantic and natural thing for you to do.
Learn to ride with her quirkiness and crazy ideas and you would realize that it’s like a whiff of fresh air into your life. On the other hand, in moments when she is in deep thought, try to call her back into the dimension that you are in by your assertiveness and by balancing her silence with your thoughtful comedic acts. Don’t hesitate to break her occasional silences. Introduce and relearn with her the pleasure of experiencing the lighter stuffs in life. When she is having one of her moods during a writer’s block, take the pen out of her hand and hold it tightly with yours—-crooked, calloused fingers and all.
You will declare your love to her in the craziest way you’ve never thought possible—-in a rusty carnival ride, in the middle of a mardi gras, while walking on a wooden plank to the pump boat that would bring you to another island escapade. or probably when there’s a thunderstorm coupled with streaks of lightning and you just find yourself dumbfounded, mesmerized with her complete focus on the natural phenomena in front of her that would lead other people into shrieking, while she gazes at it intently, keeping to mind the exact color at the moment of the streaking of the lightning across the sky and the distinct sound of the thunder so she can write about it perfectly lest she needs this particular scene in her next write-up.
Life with her would be one great adventure with moments of tenderness for she understands the balance of her elements. You will at times want to throttle her, but most of the time, you would roll with her while laughing so uninhibitedly and you will smile so hard ’til your jaws ache and will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled all over your chest yet. She will ask you to write with her the story of your life together, carefully balancing the elements of love, happiness, excitement, conflict, suspense and of course, the happily ever after. And take note, this is open to editing and proofreading.
Do not expect her to be the conventional partner that you could tie on the bed post. Ask the man who tried. For anytime, she may decide to study ballet, or learn digital photography, or join the peace corps. But expect her to love you with the passion that is only equal or even more than what you give her for she is sensitive when it comes to this matter. You will have adorable, intelligent, yet quirky kids with names that have individual stories of their own. She will introduce the children to a world in which there is a balance of magic and the occasional painful truths.
Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can introduce you to seeing life in a different light and loving it with a passion like the way you look at her when you think (remember the warning about not believing even for an instance that she’s unaware?) she’s unaware that you’re lovingly gazing at her. If you can only give her monotony, and half-baked decisions of embracing her totality, then you’re better off alone.

If you want the worlds beyond ours and the worlds beyond those still, date a girl who writes.

 

 

By: Aura

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Why did they become pornstars?

 Yes, they are beautiful and have the body to die for but why are they pornstars?

My cousin is a maniac, driven by his looks and hormones. He might have slept with dozens of girls now but fortunately nobody is barging in their house demanding for a wedding or a parental assistance. He came to stop by our house to disturb the peace, I was actually glad he came because I was totally bored, he was there to rant about usual things-girls, girls she slept, girls she met and etc.

As a cousin, he is really a good speaker and very open-minded about ‘grown-up’ things. He showed me a picture of  beautiful ladies in a black leather cocktail dress and said “They’re pretty right?” then I said, “You don’t say?” ^^. of course I was being sarcastic. The next thing he told me was really shocking, “They are pornstars”

What? O_O

Why did they become pornstars?

I mean, they are really beautiful, have the body that every girl would die for. They can even do modeling for Victorie’s Secret so why are they pornstars?!?!

If I have a body as skinny and as sexy as them I would never be a pornstar, I would crap the shit out of every modeling agency demanding for a higher fee.

Did they even think about that option before they decided to be every men’s recreation?

Anyway, I have thought of 2 reasons why they became pornstars.

1. Past life.

Maybe because when they were young they experience that kind of crap that they do, even if they don’t like it and it was ‘installed’ in their system. They were raised in an environment where sex is a business.

 2. Just hormones

I have read an article that there are really people that get addicted to sex or what we call a nymphomaniac. They became pornstars to feed their desires and they get money out of it.

 

So much for that, I don’t really know what is it that makes them want to be a pornstars, I mean, sure they get pleasure out of it but really?

I am just really curious to why the heck did they become pornstars ( _ _”)