http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/ TalkinMetaphors Fri, 21 Dec 2007 16:45:03 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2007. Entertainment Writing People http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/192.html Fri, 21 Dec 2007 09:42:32 GMT It's entirely tasking to switch into a new blog especially since you've already established a stronghold of permanence from your previous one. But as I've already told everyone, this petridish isn't doing it for me now. Here's where you can find to poke the lazy bacteria: http://notanotherblog.i.ph P.S. Still haven't got around putting the links, though. Will do that as soon as I can. :) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=192 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/191.html Fri, 16 Nov 2007 05:21:25 GMT After coming back from my hibernation from writing (nonsensical, self-indulgent posts), I noticed that my blog has been invaded my various kinds of adwares (and possibly, low-risk survey/data gathering spywares) disguised as your usual irritating pop-ups. Even the most patient would not be able to stand having their blockers be barraged by outrageously numerous pop-ups. (The computer I once used blocked close to a hundred before I could move my mouse freely). So, anyway, I was thinking that I should change my blog host. I'm thinking maybe of moving to either wordpress or blogspot. But... (more) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=191 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/189.html Tue, 03 Jul 2007 09:22:31 GMT After two weeks of looking for a cheap rattan furniture maker, battling hyperacidity, and worrying ourselves bald, Yas and I braced ourselves for the greatest task of all: explaining why our television talkshow set looks like a venue for spirit questors in a seance, or better yet, a studio that doesn't like paying electrical bills. See, the halogen lamp broke down, and we, financially incapable that we are since day 1, have to make do of the four 10-watt directional lamps on hand. We could've done better with better background too, but the thing is, it's hard to do the things you wanted to... (more) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=189 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/188.html Wed, 13 Jun 2007 10:21:30 GMT "Cholera! Cholera! Cholera!" flashed the Polish subtitles as it translate Mort Rainey's (Johnny Depp in the movie, Secret Window) tirade of expletives that literally means "excrement." Those are what flashes too whenever I look at myself at the mirror. (What with deadlines looming every nanosecond, and projects burning holes in my imitation CK wallet, I simply have no time nor money to pamper myself.) Oh, yeah. Them Polish subtitles flashes too whenever I log in the petridish. I'm actually a little worried that I'm finding it hard to start to write up something. Just these three paragraphs... (more) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=188 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/186.html Fri, 23 Feb 2007 06:45:25 GMT Never before had a pair of legs received so much attention than when I walked down the spiraling stairs in an above-the-knee woolen red plaid skirt with faux fur lacing the trim. I paused for a second, feeling slightly offended of all the eyes that continually stare and follow my graceful descend. But then I thought that one with greater nature (such as I have) must have it in her heart to forgive those that don't have the subtlety of gentlemanly admiration especially since its MY pair of limbs that they were out to admire. Admire, yes. And it must be the chicness of the mini or the... (more) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=186 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/185.html Wed, 14 Feb 2007 07:30:12 GMT He doesn't know it yet but he is going to have the surprise of his life *devilish grin* P.S. Happe Heart's Day to all of you x0x0 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=185 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/184.html Wed, 07 Feb 2007 06:53:48 GMT Because women's magazines' surveys say that most Eves preferred creativity when it comes to receiving marriage proposals, many Adams break sweat and pocket seams in devising the "sure-fire" way in making her say "I do." But you know, beyond "a ring in cake's icing" or "a blanket of red rose petals", there are those that just wants THE question asked: The M Word by Alan Ball http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=184 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/180.html Fri, 29 Dec 2006 10:30:03 GMT I never thought that I'd be getting a new pet until I opened Schroo's gift for me this Christmas. But it was a most welcomed surprise since I was thinking of getting it anyway sometime next year. "Oooooooh," rubbing my cheek against its white long fur, "Thanks for giving me Kitty, baby." I know, I know. Kitty is too simple but at the moment, my very pleased self prohibited me from any creative invention of names for furry loveliness. Mirroring my pleasure, he teased me, "Oi, Toto's gonna be jealous of Kitty." "Toto? Naahhh.," then I added teasingly, "But I wonder who would be when I... (more) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=180 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/179.html Tue, 28 Nov 2006 05:21:51 GMT Finally, they're here! ____________________________________ Rock for HUManity and 6Underground present "6UG Rocks for Humanity" featuring Kiko Machine Reklamo Toyo 7DaysOff Lovecore Hastang Hosted by Jaycie & Honey On Saturday, December 2, at 9 p.m. 6underground,L/G flr. Glass Tower Building 115 C. Palanca St. Legaspi Village, Makati Tickets at P150 with 1 drink Both gigs are for the benefit of the White Bag Project. RHUM sets the stage ablaze with Pinoy acts that rock for human race. Let's Rock for HUManity! Let's RHUM! ___________ 6Underground Bar L/G... (more) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=179 http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/archive/176.html Fri, 24 Nov 2006 08:15:57 GMT "This cue stick," holding it at arms-length, "would touch my hips, butt, boobs, ANYTHING except the freakin' cue ball," I declared in irritation after our first hour in the billiard hall. Never had I encountered a more caddish equipment than the cue stick I picked which chosed to behave like velcro to my bumps. It even beaten the tennis ball that would zing and plop in attraction to my face. "Honey, first of all, you carry that stick like a fishing pole when you're not aiming. Second, you wield it like a fly swatter when you get excited. And third, squinting with just an eye open does... (more) http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com/comments?id=176