Nuances, etc.

I am so tired right now. Actually, I'm more sleepy than tired. But I've got to spill the coffee beans yet again. All I want is a good night's sleep.

Do you know Marian Rivera? I don't like her. She's snotty, bitchy and all those bad things they tell about her? They're true. I'm not sure how her name got dragged into the Dingdong Dantes-Karylle Padilla break-up, but I'm pretty sure - while she may not be exactly lying - she's just covering up for herself. That is showbiz. Publicity, publicity, publicity. I don't really care if she snags her in reel life love interest, I just want to say real life has far more drama than showbiz. And you know people who step on other people's happiness just so they could be happy (Pasintabi kay Kris Aquino)? I don't like them either. I would rather be caught dead than cheat on my commitments. In case you don't know, I've been dead for more than three years.

I'm also an over-jealous person. I happen to be very territorial and possessive (It just doesn't show that much). I get jealous over girls, friends, computers, fiction characters - anything and everything. And that's not exaggerating. Inasmuch as I hate it, I really like killing myself with my own arrows. Forgive me if I like conjuring up monsters to run away from. Sometimes it is reasonable.While some say there is no such thing as justified jealousy, I believe in possibilities. If there is a reason for me to be jealous - if that possibility exists - then I will be jealous. I can't change that. How about you try to change for a change?

They say you can never say "I will love you forever" because forever is such an awful long time. It is infinity, without beginning and the end. You cannot promise the past, nor guarantee the future. Love is such a vague word sometimes. So vague, it hurts you more than it should make you happy. That it just so sad.

I love pannacotta. I love cakes. I love crepes. I love peppermint candy canes. I love cinnamon rolls. I love eating at Cafe Mediterranean, at Saisaki, at Chinatown, at Mr. Peter Lee's Teahouse, at Joey Pepperoni's, at Sbarro's, at McDonald's, at Kenny Roger's - to name but a few. To have the material condition to be able to afford to eat in those restaurants once in a while makes me feel rich. I am very grateful and thankful that I am able to eat at those places, and enjoy a meal without leaving leftovers that are fed to the dogs. My love for food is one of the most genuine things on earth.

I'd rather not go to church tomorrow. Not ever. I do not like to claim I'm a Catholic - unless I really really need to. If I can't live up to what a Catholic should be, I'd rather not pretend. If there was a way to disown religion I would've. There's just too many sins to commit in this world, one cannot breathe his first breath without breaking at least three out of the ten commandments. Being human is not a scapegoat to deserve forgiveness. Mercy was a word invented to solicit monetary donations (oh-the-irony). A trip to hell costs nothing. From Hell to purgatory (it depends on your religion) would be $15. From purgatory to life everlasting, $30. An insurance to go straight to heaven costs a grand.

I do not have enough money to buy my soul back.