what happened in vegas

las vegas was wild. it was so wild that two girls i know fought over a white tank top that was ripped from a muscled body of a chippendale and it only took one long island iced tea and a sex on the beach for them to do it. rumor has it that the girls drove around sin city with that torn tank top proudly displayed on the rearview mirror of their black rental car. i don't know if there is truth to that rumor. all i know is that it took a lot of self restraint for the girls not to go up the stage and rip the tank top off the guys themselves...he he he.

las vegas was addicting. lots of overtime money was fed on the numerous slot machines that occupied the girl's downtimes. those slot machines are wicked, i tell you. they would let you feel how good it was to win big bucks and then gets you spiraling down and leaves you reaching in your wallet for more. everytime the girls would hear "wheel - of - fortune!!!!" blaring from somewhere in the casino, they would crane their necks to see where those damn slots were. good thing nobody was tempted to play those slot machines lying around the las vegas airport waiting lounge, because it would have been too depressing to go home with a few dollars left on the wallet.

las vegas was crazy. it was as crazy as somebody trying to bump head on (and on purpose! may i say) into a really big truck that was innocently parked in the hotel parking lot. "bog!" was all she could say when the bumper of our rental car bumped into the truck and to think there were cameras around. it was also as crazy as a group of girls trying to defy gravity and getting it on camera again and again and again in the middle of a hallway in the wynn hotel. crazier still is when they decided to take pictures of themselves in every angle imaginable on the streets, in the cold night, using the floor as a tripod and getting a drunk guy from salem as their photographer. it was way over the top crazy when we had 9 people sleeping inside a room reserved for two persons. figure that one out.

las vegas was a feast. a feast on the eyes, because there were lots of eye catching good looking guys roaming around, it was more than our eyes could handle. there were also lots of shows that we could have gone to but our schedule was too hectic that it could only accomodate a chippendale show and a trip to the gay bar... he he he. vegas is also a gastronomical feast, because of all the buffets we went to. the treasure island dinner, the bellagio brunch, in and out burger, chowking, jollibee...we he he!

las vegas was over. even before we were ready for it to be over. i wish we could go back with more fun and more inhibitions left in jersey. girls, let's plan another one next year!


because it's v-day

here's something from postsecret.com . gotta love the song!

good love is on it's way daw.... pakdatshet! nasaan na?

why do i love him?

because it's valentines day tomorrow, let me share you this. although i wanna say that i wrote this one down myself, the fact is i didn't. i found this on the internet and has been saved on the files on my laptop for the longest time along with my resume, some junk files and other important files. so anyway, happy valentines to all! here it goes....

Why do I love him?

Tough question. I don't even know how or where to begin. I'm not sure if I could possibly find the right words to express what or how much I feel for him, let alone explain why I love him. I don't believe the English language has all the words I would need.

Why do I love him?

I guess I just do. I love him just because. I love him just because that's the most natural and possible thing to do.

I love him.

I love him because he's the most incredible, wonderful, amazing and fantastic guy I have ever known in my entire life. I love him because he's sweet, charming, smart, witty, and has a great sense of humor. I love him because he's so cool he's hot.

I love him because he makes me smile. I love him because he makes me laugh. I love him because he makes me happy. I love him because he's the one and only guy who has ever made it through my wall and seen right through my mask. I love him because he accepts the real me, imperfections and all, and still appreciates me for who I am.

I love him for being my friend. I love him because I could be whatever I want to be in front of him. I love him because we could talk about anything and everything under the sun.

I love him because I feel safe when I am with him. I love him because we are comfortable with each other. I love him for giving me a helping hand when I had to pick myself up, but couldn't. I love him for offering his shoulder for me to lean on to when I had to be strong, but wasn't.

I love him for telling me not to drink too much alcohol, then pretending to be mad at me when I did drink too much. I love him for telling me not to stay up too late at night because it wasn't good for my health. I love him for texting and sending me sweet and mushy messages. I love him for those times when he would call or text me just when I was thinking of calling or texting him, when I was feeling down, or when I was missing him, like he has gone psychic all of a sudden.

I love him for the kilig moments we had. I love him for always making me feel better, about myself and life in general. I love him for making me feel special. I love him for making me feel loved. But most of all, I love him for making me feel. I love him for making me realize that I am capable of feeling this way and this much for someone. I love him for making me feel alive.

So, why do I love him?

I love him because he's all of these and more. So much more. I love him because he's everything. He's everything...but mine.


back from las vegas

vegas was a blast, but i don't have the energy yet to write about the crazy things we did there. i just flew in last night at the newark airport with batchie and i have to go to work tonight until 11 pm. i'll try to fill you in on the details when i get back from work. that is, if i don't get too lazy tonight.



so the superbowl is over and the giants have won over the supposedly best team on the nfl. i never really followed the nfl, much less understand the game football. i would probably watch it if only for the fact that tom brady is playing and that he is super hot. (damn you giselle!)

the week before the superbowl, everybody was talking about it. people were getting ready left, right and center for superbowl parties. chips and dips and beer were running out in grocery stores. it was like a pacquiao-morales bout happening in the philippines only with extra helpings of testosterone.

and because you know how unlucky i am with my work schedule, i was working the night of the superbowl. i still got to monitor it though, because all of our patients thought that watching the superbowl game is better than 10 milligrams of morphine. so everytime i pop in their rooms, they were giving me updates on the game. it was only on the 4th quarter that me and the other nurse i was working with had time to check out the game. and what a game it was! coming from somebody who doesn't understand a lot about football, that really means something.

so yeah, i watched the superbowl knowing that tom brady is so hot he could melt underwear but somewhere between the commercials and the touchdowns and the sackings, eli manning had proved that he also has the hotness factor.... and that i could be his giselle anytime! (he he he)