"People Read what they want to read...aka. cognition" Jardine Davies Buenviaje *** Flirting skill is an inevitable result of a Prozac-spiked bloodstream. I am guided by the extrovert spirit of the "stereotypical blonde", meaning, I am agreeable, bouncy (even literally speaking, for I sometimes cannot help jumping when I am seized by over-excitement) and most of the times, minxy. A few years ago, I wasn't like this. I was a complete snob who limits her link to the world through her five bosom friends and loves to barricade herself in the world of make-believe. Always chin-up, walking straight, and mindful of poised, you will see the word "Proud" written all over me. Some guys with weird taste found that attractive, but they were treated to a highfalutin set-down covered in condescending smile. I was a shrew and I know it... But I was liking every moment of bitchiness. Until I saw the box I put myself into... Until I became open to all things... Until I fell in (and out of) love... ...and oh, until I tuned in at RJTV 29 and saw myself in Miss Tapia at Iskul Bukol. Brrrrrrr... Thank goodness Vanity... I am saved from being a dried prune. Things are infinitely easier when one isn't taking things TOO seriously. If you've come to pause and think about it, life isn't always out to get you: Life is not bitchy enough to force you to wear thongs when you worry about panty bunches or VPLs (Visible Panty Line). You always have choices: Bear with the wedgy or don't wear any undies at all. (If I am getting my messages across, you would know what kind of choices I make.) But there are times that the old me would resurface, and it would remind me to care to those things I believe in. I have named the bitch part of me as Pepperella, and she would always make a comeback in full battle stance (frothing mouth and laser beam eyes) and in full battle gear (leather body suit, spiky dominatrix boots, and cynical barbs for weapon) whenever passion would call her like an anito. She usually lurks in her own domain ( www.blurty.com/users/pepperella ), plotting world domination and getting anal about polishing her leather whip collection. But tonight, she possessed me and somehow mananged to half-mocked a poor blogger's entry ( http://psylentspyder.blogdrive.com/archive/18.html ). Thank goodness she's into chocolate moods these days that her comment is just 2% of her vitriols. It couldn't be me that does that. I am nice (*big smackeroo* there... don't complain anymore). And I am just a blonde bimbo caring about nothing mentally straining except plotting my calendar events, deconstructing former juicy couture -ish ukay-ukays, and rearranging the "kikay-stuffy" on my vanity mirror. Message from the Saner Character: Join my example. Don't take things too seriously. Don't TAKE ME seriously. Now in Pepperella's case... she's the one you should take seriously, because if you don't you'll just find your face kissing the ground, and her feet pinning you down. She's taking sumo-wrestling you know. Again. Do not take me seriously. PS: I'm so sorry Dave... hindi nagmanifest yung cigarette stupor... na-trap kase ako ng isang gagamba.. tapos, tapos, tapos... si Pepperella kase eh... init ng ulo lagi kapag "lalake" at "pag-ibig" ang topic. Ahehehe.

Currently listening to: there she goes by sixpence none the richer
Currently reading: spyder's blog

there is senso-erotic
about the smoke of cigarette
slim shifty slip dress
coming out of a white stick
shaping arms
forming legs
blowing your kisses back
as you blow it free from air.

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Ok.. random thoughts... i'll develop this later

i know, i know, i've been spamming the whole blog world by signing up to different blogs site. I'd like to say that it's part of my world domination plan since people are into blogs these days and it would be easy to spread my word to those brain-fried individuals who spend most of their time in front of the computer, getting hypnotize by pixelic wonders of high-tech imagery. I'd like to say that every blog that I make contains special hidden characters that you could read in easy "english alphabet" BUT the cognition of every word means only one thing "WORSHIP PEPPERELLA".

I'd like to say that... really. But then, I am worried about not getting my wish list from Santa last year (Santa only gave me toothpicks for my club sandwich, but I never did received the atom bomb cannister I wished for) so I am trying to be a goody-two-shoes for awhile.

 Ok...so where was I? Oh, the main channel...(what's my main channel anyweyz?) Ahhh... Blogging.. Right... The reason why I made so many blogs is that I really wanted to know which blogspace is the most flexible host. Blogger.com was my very first weblog. I have that since 2001, i think. But then, I was such a lazy git, my entries count to a total of 2 every 3 months. Sometimes, I have flashes of amnesia, I forgot doing my assignments..let alone blogging. Then I decided not to bother at all. My blogspot looks like crap anyweyz. 

Then I was introduced to myspace.com. It functions more like friendster because you it serves as an online-dating-service-within-the-sixth-degree-separation-rule. But the thing is, if friendster became popular because of it's ego-boosting feature called the "testimonials", myspace is gaining raves because of the skins (translation: them horny people). But anyweyz, it was of a later age that I realized the difference... The reason why I signed up there was because of the blog feature (and the fact that you can also deconstruct the template of your myspace page.. I had my page there overhauled, thanks to Maki, my hmtl-css expert/iRC friend who looks a bit like Kramer, my fellow PP and fellow blogwhore of cyberspace.)

Blogging is therapeutic, and catalystic to any emo-crap you are undergoing. And myspace was a haven for me that time because my mom was becoming paranoid from my sudden metamorphosis from Shirley Temple to Emily Strange, that she would snoop into my room and read all my notebooks that I keep as my journals. (The event was as trying as if I woke up with my face having done with by a San Jose plastic surgery expert without my permission). MY mother was shocked that she had spawned such a villain in her purified womb, that I had a lecture in Sanity 101 and was given a misalette that I should put under my pillow.

 

 

I have smarten after that episode: Rule #1: Never leave hard copies of world domination plan. So now, I eat every plottings I did on paper, and write all my campaigns in secrecy... in blog secrecy. I know, there will be a time that my secret plans must be unleashed, but in the meantime, I became creative in making the papers edible. (NOTE: mustard is a good alternative of pepper and salt).

 

 

2004 is my year. I know because the planes of my dominating future manifested into the sky on Janury the first in the form of clouds forming something that looks like a cross between Mozzarella wrapped in Peppermint leaves. But on one hand, it also looks like fried tikoy with langka toppings... Hmmm... come to think of it, I wasn't so sure since I wasn't wearing my contact lense that day...

 

 

Anyweyz, I signed up at here at blurty... Since I was a CSS and html idiot before, and couldn't care less about those numbers that looks like my that abbreviation in my grocery bills, the inflexibility of this blurty is just fine. Until Maki came along (remember him?). And then I upgraded from idiot to not-so-idiot. That's when I started checking out tabulas, xanga, and livejournal. If I have known any other blogsite then, you can count on me signing up.

 

 

And then blogdrive. I'm happy now at blogdrive...

 

 

Message from the saner character:

 

 

The blurty page is transfered here -> http://acquiredtaste.blogdrive.com

 

 

The one that talks in metaphors (the compressed tabulas and myspace blogs) -> http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com

I know I know. Pepperella and sashayingpepper is sooooo spreading like a bad disease in the whole internet owrld. Google search will attest to that.

Try typing "pepperella" or "sashayingpepper" in there and wait for the result.

But see here, I am now at blogdrive. Blogdrive is really flexible. It's going to be hard leaving tabulas and blurty but then, the pages for the metaphors stop here. OF course, my penchant to talk metaphors is still there (i could never ever talk or explain clearly), but then, it's gonna be in the other pages. Cleansing tayo mga ude..cleansing. My old entries will still remain here BUT please visit me on my NEW home:

http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com

For those people who has ben aware of my pepperella attitude, please visit her in her NEW domain: http://acquiredtaste.blogdrive.com

thank you.