My Sexy Revolution Starts Now

She is but a jolly, easy-go-lucky girl.  She giggles, laughs and enjoys every little thing around her.  The nicest among the nicest.  She graduated in the study of positive thinking analogy with the degree of proper gossip handling and masters in the "I can do this" thingy thing.  She's then a student thirsty for stardom, and now a self-proclaimed blogger, poet, and a singer.  (PAGBIGYAN NIYO NA.)  She's just born that way but for the record, she's not an anti-Christ. (Lady Gaga song play here.)

But she's just a typical emotional girl in her mid 20's.  A middle child of three, she also has tons of insecurities for having good-looking siblings that has brains too.  She often asks her Creator, 

"God, are you mad at me?  Why didn't you woke me up when you shower Earth with such blessings?" 

"What's wrong with me?  I'm decent looking and...and..FAT,"  she often murmurs.  She turn her head and saw several people looking at her, as if telling themselves, "she's damn crazy".  And yes, she always love someone who doesn't love her.

   For her 5'4 frame, 200 pounds is just too much.  She then realizes only if she'd have a super bod, she'll have greater opportunities in love, in the society, in work, and in life.

She, together with her will, battle it out against obesity.  She randomly search for articles about her condition.  She also improvised dumbbells with half kilo cement and a broomstick handle cut into two.  She also tried the "after six diet".  And as the name goes, she'll eat before the clock hits 6pm.  She's binge eating. What a FAILURE.

As a couch potato, her eyes brighten with excitement as the skinny model from an advertisement pop up.  After 2 weeks of eating their product, she is able to flaunt her superbod.  Now, she's drooling.

Upon composing herself, she tells herself, "I can do that as well!"  Just wait for that! Bwahahaha!

Now, she's on her second week of the program.  With exercise, she lose about 2 pounds.  Better than nothing.  Now, her goal is to be like her:

And if and ever I'll be (and I'm positive on that), she'll just turn unto Sexy Solutions for the spiderwebs, cellulite and stretch marks that'll be left of her future sexy figure!  But oh, "she" is the author of this blog and ALAS! this could be counted as her "About" page.  What yah think, guys?

Having too much of everything can never be this cool

Plus, it can win you cool prizes.  :P  Just recently, I stumble upon a blog with lots of stuffs I like.  Everything kikay in makeup, skin and health care, and women empowerment. Though I'm a newbie in her website (and this is the first time I try my luck on her contest), very limited things I could describe her as for blogging is concerned.  But nevertheless, the refreshing theme her blog has, the awesome writing, cool pictures, travels and whatknots she's into (and I believe she's an anchor of Tek Tok TV), and most especially the drooling-prone contests she's conducting, I'm so loving it!

Visit the full contest information and check out Miss Shen's page!

See for yourself and be fascinated.  Now, see what real beauty means.  KUDOS!

She

She's just happy.

She who seldom cries of a hopeless chance

She who barely has a face of disappointment

She who doesn't knows emptiness in life's nothingness.

She's just fortunate.

She who gets what she wants and needs

She who believes she had all material things money can buy

She who can't ask for more.

She's just loveable.

She who is everyone's apple of the eye

She who has tons of sutors and exciting gifts

She who has a face and body to die for

She's just intelligent.

She who knows what she got to and ought to

She who has sophistication to be envied

She could be an icon of tomorrow

She's just talented.

She can break a leg to a dance, recital or acting performance

or she can be an Ellen DeGeneres and Oprah discovery

She's a queen that can't be dethroned

She is just a fantasy.

Is there an existence of "she"?

Of course darling, there is!

Only, she can never be "me"...

Elizabeth Taylor 1932-2011
Pretty late though, I just wanted to say my sincerest condolences...

Our Annual Piece and a Cup - Sta. Cena 2011

Never felt this blessed, recharged, and holy.  Got my family with me on this special moment of our lives. We worship and sag songs of praise, ate a piece of bread that signifies Christ's body been drag to death, and drank the grapejuice signifying His blood that bring salvation to humankind.  After the mass, we ate our favorites: a chicken meal, ice cream, and a tuna pie each and everyone of us.  This would've been so perfect if and only my older brother and his family is with us.  I just bragged about my nieces' unforgettable "superhero" moment with us about two weeks ago and now I heard few

"Hi Titi!" (which means "Hi, Tita") and

"Lala, gogo tayo lalim toto" (or "Lola, taguan tayo sa ilalim ng bato" which mean, Grandma, let's play hide and seek under the rocks) - If I translated it correctly, then fine. If not, deal with it. :P

But who am I asking them to stay?  Besides, I'm just a cute, young and voluptuous their auntie.  Tomorrow's another story.  Being a choir member and my younger sister with me, I felt fortunate to take our part of the mass the second time around.  Evil (ouch) and outside forces, please stay away from us.  God bless to all of you! :)