1. my own make-up artist.
i am a member of the mineral make-up mania. i starve for MAC, philosophy, smashbox, christian dior and shu uemura. this is a far cry from the pond's and maybelline that i carry a year ago.
2. a british believer.
at least in terms of music. i've joined the cult of the libertines, the smiths, robbie williams, radiohead, the police and the babyshambles. the beatles, of course, goes without saying.
3. an every-once-in-a-while smoker.
only when i write. and when i'm in the company of jeff and aga (colleagues), and oliver, and mikael. and uhm... that activity which isn't blog-appropriate. wink. :)
4. a subscriber to russian readings.
my russian romance began with vladimir nabokov's lolita in 2004. now i'm hooked to dostoevsky. in the queue are tolstoy, turgenev, chekhov and pushkin.
5. a financial investor.
my friends and i realized that we better make further benefit with our job knowledge (we deal with the US stock market) by selecting investments, equities and mutual funds alike, trading in the philippine stock exchange. the financial and corporate industry is the greatest strategy game ever invented by man, and the stakes couldn't get any more real.
6. a pseudo-bulimic.
i like to gag after eating; it gives me a natural high. long live the hourglass figure is my watchword.
7. a jollibee habitue.
sounds silly but since grade 4 i swore never to eat in jollibee; otherwise i'll be doomed for that day. i really don't remember anymore how the spell was broken (or how i came to my senses) but i'm glad i did or i'll miss the aperitive taste of a jolly hotdog.
8. a retired betrayer.
my past relationship highlights cheating, physical and emotional hurt and guilt and torment on both parties. mercifully (and miraculously) i survived.
this present day, i've nothing else to complain except that i'm too much loved.
9. an active blogger [(???)what do you call a person who writes blogs?]
my old blog consisted only of six entries. the years that followed were the most frightful mental drought. i kept on procrastinating to next week, but "next week" was one year long.
writing is my greatest love, my oasis, my asylum. if my soul doesn't look like me, then it looks like parchment paper. if you will kill me, kill me with a papercut of chaucer's page, and let the ink of epic words merge into me.
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1. no comment.
2. scrap the kitsch, join the art; scrap the pop, join the beat.
3. may sinabi si Ayn Rand tungkol sa smoking eh: "When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive on his mind--- and it's proper that we should have the burning point--- a cigarette as its one expression."
4. nakalimutan mo si Nikolai Gogol...hehe
5. i always remember the time na tinuturuan mo ako about stock market as one of the best if not the greatest gesture of your love...
6. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
7. Jollibee! Love ko to!
8. no comment. sa blog ko na lang ilalagay ito. hehe
9. we are all guilty of loving literature...
heto yung tinatawag na blog post posted in someone's another blog.
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