Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Oooooh! I’m so excited with what’s coming my way. I’m looking forward to my new life. Lady Phoenix is about to rise from her ashes. Watch this space…I’m about to fly towards new adventures. ^_^

Oooh, and follow my Happy Perdition on Tumblr! ^_^

New Tumblr address

I changed my Tumblr address and called it “Happy Perdition.”

Click the photo below to get there. ^_^

♥Click here!♥

My other online home

With my new job, I have less time to write lengthy entries on love, life, death, obsession, music, and cheeseburgers. So, for quickie blogs, I use my Tumblr account. It’s actually fun once you learn how to use it. In this new online home, you’ll have an idea what I’m feeling at the moment through pictures, quotes, etc.  Try creating your own Tumblr account too and follow me. ^_^

Follow Jer's digital polaroid SLR (?!) on Tumblr. ^_^

Have you seen this guy?

I came across this picture over Tumblr. I NEED to meet the guy who did this.

Old blog

Since I’ve been wondering how things could have been if I just stayed in that loveless, hurtful relationship, I visited my old blog. The one before lilithlives existed. Compared to lilithlives (which some of you may think is too gloomy), the old one was like a cesspool of negativity. Stories of anger, pain, abuse, drugs, and mostly suicide. Reading through it made me appreciate my life now. But the very last entry in that old blog had hope.

My spider sense is tingling

Things aren’t really that peachy in my personal life. But I’m still smiling. ^_^ Something good is coming, I can SENSE it. I’ve had these before: these happy, butterflies-in-the-stomach-peppy hunches. And, without fail, after these hunches, something REALLY good would come my way. Some say it’s probably because positive energy naturally attracts good fortune. Well, I say I’m sorta psychic. ^_^ But my “psychic power” only goes into action when something REALLY good is gonna happen. And right now, you can draw a big smiley emoticon on my face because that’s how thrilled I am with that unknown entity coming my way. Excited na ako. ^_^

Sino or ano kaya ang magandang dadating sa buhay ko?

Dreams

Dreams are good. And I’m not talking about dreams in our waking life. I’m talking about dreams per se…the kind you get once you’re in an REM state as you sleep.

As a child, there was a dream of a sky made from human flesh…then it rained blood.

There was a dream about a beloved dog who passed away. In the dream, she did die…then came back to life, winking at me as if telling me she was just messing with me and that she’s gonna be staying with me for a long time.

The other night I dreamed about Stars, that Canadian indie band. Those guys were in our living room as Amy sang “The night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear.”

There were also dreams about sex…lots and lots of it. Some were good, some were nauseating.

I love those dreams that made me feel that *absolutely* nothing is impossible: I can fly; I can rock out in a band; I can build a large house from nothing, and with my bare hands; I can deliver an inspiring speech in front of a large audience and not be scared about it; I can walk around the mall buck naked, and no one would give a damn.

I love dreaming. I sleep to rest, but I also sleep to dream.

I love dreaming. If only I were given more time to dream.

Old crush

Folks, meet, ummm….meet this hottie. My crush from one of the publications I’ve worked for before. Came across this picture a few hours ago. Sana hindi nya ma-discover ang blog na ito…I don’t wanna get into trouble. :p (Candy, kilala mo ito…Ria, nabanggit ko na ‘to sayo)

Hello Davao!

The thing about going through a little disaster in your life (in which you DIE a little) is you come back, wanting to live more. In my case, “living more” means going to Davao…A-L-O-N-E!

The post to end all DC posts

Let this be the last entry to my series of annoyingly stupid and pathetic posts regarding DC. I think my blog entries regarding him have done enough to contaminate my relatively sane (and mostly positive) blog page. But before I finally say goodbye (and really mean it), here’s my quick farewell-to-DC entry….

You-are-driving-me-frakkin’-nuts-you-just-don’t-know-it

Five words…I just need to hear these five words from you to end all these:

“PLEASE-STOP. I’M-NOT-INTERESTED.”

You probably think those five words are no longer necessary because your coldness is enough of an answer…but I really need to hear them from you.
I’m good with outright rejection, what I can’t handle, though, is your silence.

I’d rather have the humiliating truth spelled out to me…I’m good with rejections, don’t worry, my ego is resilient enough to handle that. But I can’t go through another night thinking of how great life would be if I were with you. I can’t go through another night thinking of the potential of You and Me.
As long as I don’t hear those five words from you, I’d still go on with this…holding on to that one grain of hope that maybe…just maybe…

So please, end this craziness for me.

"Please. End this for me. Please."

Moving on…

I mentioned in my earlier entry (posted just hours ago) that I’d be off to a new adventure. Well, I wasn’t kidding. And I’m not trying to put up a facade to hide my previous humiliations with DC. I’m perfectly fine in exposing my weaknesses and embarrassments, plus I have this new inflated sense of self-worth to soften the blow. Kind of like a reliable airbag in a luxury vehicle…I hardly felt the impact.

A Series of Unfortunate(ly Stupid) Events

Chain-smoking retread

They say bad luck comes in threes. Well, with how much bad luck I’ve summoned in just a few weeks, I’m pretty sure there’s no truth to that expression. But then again, the things that happened weren’t really bad luck, they’re mostly created by my own stupidity. I’m like a dumber, third-world version of Bridget Jones.

More talk on fiction (and how I react to them strangely)

I mentioned in an earlier post that I tend to be so (unhealthily) absorbed in fiction: be it films, TV series, video games, and MOST especially books. Unlike your normal, mentally healthy individual, I tend to live them. That’s how absorbed I am. I really can’t help it, but I do try.

Interracial

"Hmmm...you smell good b1tch...come'on, gimme some sugah!"

While Obama and that really, really old white Republican dude go at it (town-hall debates) like some gay interracial couple prepping up for an 0rgy, I’m here fantasizing about how I can go “interracial” with either Rihanna or Chris Brown. (Why the hell am I using the same language I use in searching for internet p0rn?)

Macau-HK

Was finally able to post our Macau-HK trip. Go to my multiply site for the pictures. Haven’t uploaded pictures from our mobile phones yet…at hindi pa din ako nakakapagkwento. Will do real soon. Ciao for now!

9/11 jitters

I just realized we will be riding a plane to Macau on the 9/11anniversary. Here’s praying nothing surreal or scary happens. *crosses fingers*

To my beloved terrorists, I suggest you come up with other gimmicks. Organize a parade. Have a giant-sized inflatable Eddie Murphy as a mascot. That would definitely terrorize us. Promise.

Skittish feet!

Earlier this year, I finally got a passport (I can almost hear Candy saying “Sa wakas!”) After almost eight years since my former Bulletin editor Ethel T. scolded me for not getting a passport (mostly due to my katamaran), I finally got it. Never realized it would be easy if you have some travel agency do the dirty work for you. Anyways, for this feat I’d be rewarding my self by going to…

thanks….

you just don’t know it, but you just made me

and because you have no idea this site exists, I can scream my

♥

out here.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

strange land

For the past two weeks, I’ve been working like mad (leaving the office at around 11 p.m., every frakking day!). Recently though, I discovered this madman’s strange land and I’ve been addicted to his site ever since. So, instead of checking/updating my multiply account just to give me a breather from work, I just check out the works of this genius. Grabe, nakaka-in love. Well, not exactly in love.

You know the feeling you get when you see an extremely good looking guy (or girl) walk in front of you? The tension, the stimulation, and the urge to just kiss the guy (although you won’t)? I get that same sense every time I see works of art that fit my taste (i.e. dark, surreal, bordering to demented).

Grabe, idol talaga siya. Gusto ko na siyang i-kiss, kahit isa lang. hahaha. ;p

Eherm...back to work!

Meet the ex…

My first boyfriend (as if naman ang dami kong naging BFs, may pa-first-first BF pa)… let’s call him DK. (far right)

Metamorphosis

I got this Friendster comment just the other day:

Dating chain smoker? No (I’m still the old lung cancer-defying bloke). Bagong buhay? Yes. And every day I’m thanking Papa Lord for the changes…for giving me the strength to break free. Now I’m able to do things that I’ve always wanted to do…

Fleeing…for a week

I’m off to Catanduanes tomorrow for a six-day vacation (up until Sunday, whoo-pee!), so I’m rushing all my work, advancing things needed in the office, finishing rakets…and, to make things harder for me,  the BIG BOSS assigned me to help out in the editorial desk (editing page1-metro-regional news). So I’m busy, busy, busy. But the problem isn’t the workload. Nope. I can handle that. The problem is…