"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.

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