Boy, I Like It When You _____ My ___

What's with the title?

Be creative. Feel free to fill in the blanks, my friends.

Boy, I like it when you:

massage my feet
kiss my lips
paint my nails
pay my bills. *wink wink*

And the list goes on...

But the reason actually is... Wait, the question is, am I allowed to mention it here? Because everyone seems to tell me it’s a taboo here in the blogosphere. It’s like one of the major commandments --- Thou shall not say “____ my ___”.

Oh well. What the heck, this is my page. So here it goes.

I was reading the “love notes” at my chatbox and well, I couldn’t help but find certain people sweet by bothering to type “$mile$ for you, friend” instead of just a simple “hi” or “hello there”.

Then there’s the “Ro$e$ for you.” Wow. See how the person bothered to press Shift and 4 at the keyboard just to put a design on the words. What an effort. Very sweet. LOL

Pardon my ignorance but as a virgin blogger, I didn’t know what this meant. Silly me. Haler! What are those dollar signs for?

So you just don’t know how proud and happy I am for someone TRULY HONEST AND BRAVE to leave a blunt message at my chatbox saying, “I ____ your ___, please ____ my ___ too!”

LOL. Actually it’s "I clicked your ads, please click my ads too!"

Aaww. Darn! If only I have ads… LOL.

Major Announcement

How and where do I start? Oh well. There's no easy way to say this but...

... I'm pregnant.

God forbid. *knock on the... $#@!, I can't find a wood.*

People have been asking me where the heck I am and how come I don't show up on gimiks or how come I can't be there on Gheri's exhibit at Eastwood or be at BFF Tin's fashion show. And a friend just called up to yell at me and say, "You're so PI! Why don't you effin' reply? Where the #$%@ are you?"

"First. I'm okay, THANKS FOR ASKING. Second, I'm in Samar."

"WHY?"

"Why why?"

"Why the sudden decision to go home?"

"I'm pregnant."

It worked. My friend who lives a fully verbal life (whatever that means) in her articulate world suddenly couldn't find a word to say.

First Day. I was awaken by a doorbell and there was my yaya since kinder standing at the gate with her daughter. They told me it was mom who called my tita to persuade yaya to stay with me. Owwwkayy. But boy, was I glad to see yaya! Both of them can't stay until night because they have "kids" to take care of. With kids, they meant husbands.

First Night. Oh gawd... thanks my dear cousins for sharing me your scary tales inside this house... my heart was pounding.

Knock knock.

&^@#!

Close your eyes. Just effin' close your eyes!

Then the phone rang. Ohmigod... Is this the part when someone whispers, "I'm watching you" in that husky voice. Ohgahdohgahdohgahd. Who would call me anyway? No one knows I'm here. Then my mobile rang. It was Tita.

"Why aren't you answering the phone? And why aren't you opening Sheila?"

"Who's Sheila?"

"She's the helper who'd stay with you at night."

Oh. Imagine two yayas by day and a yaya at night. What happened to "Be independent - Do your own laundry - Don't rely on helpers" lessons of my mom? This is a turning point of my life because I just realized that my mom truly loves me. LOL. BUT why do i have a feeling my mom is just being herself --- overprotective? :p

P.S. Regarding internet connection, that would require another entry. LOL.

The Prodigal Blogger

Guess who’s back and blogging?

The Noble and The Nonsense, moi, Miss Elle.

Joining the Peace Corps has been an experience! However, while I was in my solitude and in deep abyss of profound thoughts, I realized that blogging is of more significance. LOL.

SERIOUSLY. I was trapped in a very TALL tower in the middle of a desert and surrounded by flames that could be put off by the brave one. It was disheartening to perpetually wait and more tragic when my long hair was cut off by Abu Obama bin Lohan aka Kimmie.

But last night. Oh one snowy night (yeah snow in the desert), someone saved me. When I opened my eyes from an eon of sleep caused by too much Benadryl that terrorist Kimmie had been giving me, I heard two guys arguing. Oops! I was saved not by someone but by someTWO.

One must have been angry to the other because he wanted to kiss me. So I asked both of them and one in red was like, “Excuse moi. Ilusyanada!”

“But you must be Prince? And you in green must be Charming?”

“Nonsense! You don’t know us?!?”

“I’m Mario and he’s Luigi! Gahd!!!”

“And contrary to the rumors, we’re not brothers... WE'RE LOVAHS!”

They kissed. And lived glamorous gays ever after.

Fin. Wakas. The End.

Hugs, Kisses, Pizza and Manicures.

MISS ELLE: I LOVE posting in your blog. Albeit I think I'm not doing it justice, but I very much am enjoying being able to post in The Noble and The Nonsense. :) I'll put it in my resume! LOL

I'M NOT GIVING YOU YOUR BLOG BACK! :)

Hahahahaha. ;)

PS: Seriously. No burden here. I ♥ interacting with all your readers&commenters. :) Long live The Noble and The Nonsense!

Everyone say Hi to Miss Elle. :P

So Help me God.

After five weeks of washing dishes, manually doing the laundry, ironing, sweeping the floor and other various household chores, we finally found ourselves some household help. All should be well, except for the teensy weensy fact that she can be a bit ... How shall I put this? Slow.

Slow, literally and figuratively speaking.

Example:

ME: Can you call Mommy at the office?
Helpergirl: O_O

ME: Tell her the guy whos varnishing is here

Helpergirl: O_O

ME: You know how to use the phone, right?
Helpergirl: O_O

*picks up the receiver*

O_O

ME: Do you know her number?
Helpergirl: O_O

ME: *dials the number*

Helpergirl: O_O

Another example: We're in the process of switching residences; and we're doing the move one day at a time. Today, I put out some dishes so the dish holders and the rest of the utensils can be driven out to the new home along with some other boxes.

Helpergirl puts them back in

Me: No! Didn't I put it out?
Helpergirl: O_O

Me: Leave it there

Helpergirl: O_O

Me: Don't put the dishes back 

Helpergirl: O_O

Me: I put them out intentionally

Helpergirl: O_O

I know this sounds really gross, but my tummy's been hurting pretty bad lately. I also noticed that our water has some weird after taste -- like it was taken from the sink (which is definitely not sanitary).

My sister: Why does the water taste gross?
Me: I dunno, but it won't be the first for that water company we order from

My sister: It tastes like sink water

Me: *thinks: maybe helper girl has been getting water from the sink? nah! i don't think she's THAT dumb. i mean, she gets water from the dispenser herself, right?*

A FEW DAYS LATER...

Mommy sees helpergirl "washing" the water bottles and filling them out with sink water

Mommy: Inday, have you been getting water from the sink?
Helpergirl: O_O *Nods very very slowly*

O_O

And the ultimate winner...

Inday is a working student. She goes to school at 5pm-8pm. On her first night out, Mum gave her P20 for her allowance. (She's used to P5/day). Inday comes home LATE, almost 10pm.

Mommy: What took you so long? Where have you been

Helpergirl: Nag sweeper pa ako. O_O

SWEEPER? For two hours?

Mommy: *dismisses the incident* Eat your supper

Helpergirl: *shamelessly devours two whole plates of rice*

Mommy: *to me:* Pubresita. She's so hungry. At least now when she comes home, she doesn't have to worry about anymore. At least we're helping her in a way.

THIRTY MINUTES PASS BY 

Mommy: *to helpergirl* Inday, try to hurry up a bit because you have a few more chores to finish off.

Helpergirl: Is that my food?

Mommy: You've been eating rice without the food???

Helpergirl: O_O

Mommy: Didn't I tell you that that's your food?

Helpergirl: O_O

Mommy: So all you've been eating is rice???
Helpergirl: O_O

We try to understand her. We really do. Mum told me to put myself in her shoes. She feels really bad for helper girl, and likes the notion that we're making a difference in her life. 

Poverty is a vicious cycle, and Mum hopes that inday can finally break it. "If you were up to your neck in poverty, had to work before going to school, didn't have food in your stomach; you'd be slow too."

Which got me thinking. Where would my state of mind be without my vast collection of books? Or without my college degree? What if I didn't get to eat three full meals a day? Maybe I'd be worse off than she is. Maybe my facial expression would be O_o.

It is with this, that I try to empathize and understand. Even if, five minutes ago, I asked her to clean upstairs and she gives me this blank stare again. Then asks me if she's to clean upstairs already.

O_O

And even if, before that, I asked her to make some ice and she threw out the mineral water and replaced it with sink water. (Isn't that different from making ice?)

My mom makes the sign of the cross whenever things get too frustrating -- and she's not even Catholic.

We're going to need all the mercy we can get.

So help me God. :|

'Til Miss Elle gets back,

Kimmie. ♥

HeyLow!

Hey! Kimmie still here. :) Sorry, but Miss Elle is still being held against her will (we've been injecting Benadryl into her bloodstream); so I'm still in charge here.

I honestly feel incompetent yet privileged that Miss Elle has given me access to her cyber journal. And now, for a little history.

Miss Elle and I go wayy back to pre-pubertal days, and have come to be the very best of friends in high school. She'd always have this little plastic blue notebook with her, perpetually doodling and writing whenever she had the chance. We'd always have heart to heart talks, but it'd start with her letting me read a few entries from her precious notebook. Then one day, probably fed up with having to explain things to me, she handed me her pad and said, "Read whatever you want. I'm giving you 100% access."

Cool. Now, five years later, I have yet again unlimited access to her pensieve. What should I do with it?

Suggestions? LEZZ PARTAYYYYYYY.

***

I'd like to thank those who've commented on my previous post. I was kinda wary at first because I wasn't sure how you guys would react to me. :) Thank you! *I'll try to post better when I have time:)*

So help us God.

HIJACKED.

This blog is currently being hijacked. Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. Everyone just stay calm.

Miss Elle is currently being held against her will. If she's lucky, I might let her *and her blog* go.

*evil laugh goes here*

TODAY, THE NOBLE AND THE NONSENSE! TOMORROW, THE WORLD!

*insert evil music here with matching evil laugh in the background here*



JUST KIDDING.

I apologize for the uber cheesy post. I couldn't help it! Hehe. :) Hi guys, I'm Kimmie; the blogger behind Blasphemous Epiphanies. Miss Elle has decided to join the Peace Corps and save the world from hunger, so she can't come to the computer right now. For the meantime, I'll be taking down messages for her and will be "guest" blogger.

This is insanely HUGE shoes to fill since we all know how great of a writer she was, so I hope you guys bear with me.

We're going to have so much fun! YEY!

My Brain Needs Some Scanning?

~~~ August 30, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~

How do I say this?

Oh well. Here it goes. Ben has a girlfriend. Actually. Gahd. How can he be so0o stupid? How can I be soo so0o... anyway.

Never mind. Just get over it. But he is such an effin' jerk who for the love of Pete Jose Toto should never ever show his face again or else I'd wring his... OMG. "What happened to your face?" I asked my sister who just got out of her room looking like someone who'd undergone a Botox treatment and Lip Enhancement that went totally wrong.

"Hone has." Just when did she learn to speak whatever that language is? Well it would be difficult to type here how she said it but it was totally like my BFF Kimmie's situation recently. Only that my sister was being attacked, this time severely, by her allergy. I wish I could say that she's got swollen lips but no... it was her entire face! Poor her.

Anyh0o, she asked for a favor - to buy her an antihistamine and I was like, "Sure. But i would never ever ever buy Benadryl!"

"Waah?" That's all she could manage to say, which I could assume as an expression of confusion. I couldn't tell by her facial reaction. Sadly.

So I went to the mall with Big Sister's task. I love the mall especially when I'm feeling down. Why am I feeling down again? Oh. That stupid jerk. Ben. Ugh! Gahd! I swear... I totally swear... that spag top certainly looks fab! I went in to have a fit and yeah, ended up buying it. Maybe I could wear this on Mina's birthday. Or THE day when I hand the .45 gun to my "other" BFF bloggista and watch him shoot... Sale on National Bookstore!!!

Oh boy, do I feel good! I went home feeling a lot better with a new silk bronze spag top and 11 books with me including my very first book of Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore).

Until I saw my sister's swollen face looking at me as if I have with me the cure for AIDS. Ohmigahdohmigahd. Ohmigahd.

Did I just forget to buy her Claritin? Why for the love of Toto did I forget the very reason I had to go to the mall?!? Why? *sigh*

Riding in Car with Boys

Since my Adorable nephew didn't get a turtle and we he has grown tired waiting for him to wake up and become a chipmunk, he finally expressed his yearning for something that is feasible - a pug. For weeks now, we have been roaming around the city at night going to the indicated addresses of sellers to find the perfect female pug.

We were in a commotion inside the car last night due to conflicting taste of music of these two "grown-up" boys with us. Shawn (older) likes something alternative while Sean (adorably annoying) loves RnB. So the final decision was on my sister (their mom) and she intentionally picked those tracks sung by female popstars because mind you, these boys are into that "Ewww. That's for girls..." phase.

Christina Aguilera's Come on Over track and Sean was already fuming beside me. I ignored him. I hate tantrums unless it's me throwing them. LOL.

Silence.

Fighter by Christina Aguilera again. I hope you're familar with the song though. Because obviously it isn't a love song. It's more of an expressed anger or outrage of someone betrayed and I actually loved the way Christina Aguilera sang it. So powerful and so...

Sean suddenly put his head on my shoulder.

ME: Are you sleepy?

Sean: No. The song... I don't like it.

I was just silent.

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Sean: I feel like crying.

ME: Why?

Sean: The song... *rubs his eyes* It reminds me of Rufus...

*Rufus is one of the seven puppies of our shih tzu here and his most favorite one but unfortunately it was bought last week.*

ME: Well we're having a pug. Choose a name now if I were you so then we'll know what to call her once she hops here in with us.

Sean: I have already thought of that. SNOW WHITE.

ME: Snow White? Is this her name for tonight? I bet that by tomorrow she'll be Fiona or Bea (his crush) again.

Sean: NO. It'll always be her name. SNOW WHITE. Promise!

Well. Owwwkaaay... Say hello to Snow White.

On The Verge of Collapse and...Take Benadryl?

~~~ August 10, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~

I woke up at 2:13AM and couldn't get back to sleep. So what else do I do when there's nothing else to do? Blog hopping! At 6:00AM, my mobile was beeping. A reminder - PRC sked! Ohmiholycow. I couldn't move because my world was on vertigo of madness. I felt sick.

But I had to move my ass and go to PRC so I could apply for my Professional License. I got there by 10:23AM and sadly, I forgot about breakfast. The line was oh so0o totally effin' endless. And the heat... my gawd! Effin' tewwible.

The hottest box office there was the Cashier's booth. WOW. Just effin' wow. At 11:47, I was already 5th in line ---> 4th ---> 3rd ---> STUPID LUNCHBREAK. $#%$%!!!!!

Lack of sleep. Prolonged standing. Tummy on an turmoil. Dehydrated. I felt I was going to collapse. But then I didn't mind. Like hello, I was surrounded by doctors, nurses, and soon-to-be-nurses. Just imagine if they found me in a state like this:

But hey. I have Maxx Red candies. My lifesavers for the day!

1:50PM. Finally. My last stop - the signing churva. Then I saw a somewhat familiar guy who waved and approached me. We aren't really close but let's say I was one of the people who searched his name and was happy he's one of those who passed. Because he was a self-confessed suicidal - left by his girlfriend of 8 years for another man a week before the Board Exam. Howwible! Let's just say we have a common friend who's such a big mouth for everyone in the group to know the tragic story. I must say he looked better than when I last saw him two months ago.

In summary. The line was long that it really gave the time for me to know more about him. He dropped me home because he knew where I lived. That was probably because he was staring at the form I was filling up while waiting for me. Cheater! LOL. He actually invited me for a coffee but...

ME: Oh. But i really am tired... holistically. Sorry...

Him: No. It's okay... You really are weird, like you really have a hard time sleeping?

ME: Like yeah.

Him: Well... you know... during THAT time... I couldn't sleep too. But I found the secret... *cute laugh while driving*

ME: Secret? Oh... don't tell me... valium? lorazepam?

Him: No. BENADRYL. Try it. Really! I'm serious.

LOL. It truly made me laugh especially with the confused look on his face.

ME: It's nothing. Reminded me of something.

Well. You all know I was reminded of Ben. Who in the effin' hell is Ben anyway?!? Ben is that guy who stood me up. Ben is an Elle Word taken from the word Benadryl. From now on, we'll call him Ben. Officially. I wanted to tell him the story how I got stood up because of that effin' Benadryl but I changed my mind. According to Ben who sounded "apologetic" in his text last week, he got beaten up by your comments guys. Yes, he actually reads used to read my blog.

The Birthday Wish I Never Wished For

~~~ August 1, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~

No. It's not my birthday. But this is the most-awaited day for my Adorable Nephew (the younger one) who, by the way, has been annoying us with the gift he wants for the last 3 months.

Past Wish History. 2005 - he wanted lovebirds. Granted. Died. 2006 - he asked for hamsters. Granted. Died. Those hamsters he wanted so badly, which lived for 3 weeks with different names everyday, traumatized him. Why? Because one bit him off that he shouted so loud everyone thought he was suffering from massive hemorrhage.

"He... that... that... hamster bit me. I'm gonna kill Bo... Chl... that hamster! I'm gonna kill that hamster."

See? He couldn't say the hamster's name because he didn't know what its name was on that day!

2006 - Yes. That same year. Since he wasn't happy with the hamsters, he asked for a dog. Granted. And yes, still very alive, playful and loving mommy to seven now. 2007 - he wanted a bear. Really. Now where in the heck will we get that? Papa, wise that he is, suggested to buy not just one but 5 Teddy Bears.

Present Wish.

Adorable: I WANT A TURTLE.

Sis: We can't have one. How will you take care of it?

Adorable: Tita is here!

Me again, the heroin... o0ps. Take two - the heroine to defend and uphold his crazy pleas and principles.

Adorable: She took care of the three turtles in Samar.

Me: I did not!

Sis: She did not raise those turtles. They were even older than your Tita!

Birthday Birthday Burpday!

Me: Blow the candle. Make a wish.

While everyone was busy eating, I asked, "What did you wish for?"

Adorable: Promise it's our secret.

Me: A turtle?

Adorable: No. *eats cake* I want... mmm... chmunk.

Me: Why would you want a chipmunk???

Adorable: I don't want a chipmunk! I want TO BE A chipmunk.

He said that again with that rather annoying conviction - with his hands moving like he's on a debate or speech - as if the world would a better place to live in if we're all chipmunks.

My secret birthday wish when I was a kid was to be in a mall, a kingdom of toys to be specific, then something would happen (wasn't able to figure out what) that would make everyone running for their lives. Then I can be like a superkid who manages to go home without a bruise or anything and with me are huge carts filled with toys. Oh yeah, just like wearing an invisibility cloak, no one noticed.  Wouldn't that be an adventure? Crazy I know. Like I did have the option to just close my eyes and wish to wake up in a house with all the toys I wanted. But because I am Noble and Nonsense, I had to concoct an adventure - so0o out of this world and life-threatening quest. LOL. 

What was your secret birthday wish when you were a kid?

How Can I Dump Him When He Stood Me Up?

Yes. So0o true! My date didn't show up. But instead of wasting both my time and energy to anger and resentment, I just went to my friend's place, watched DVD and yes, you're right, with martini!

Anyhoo, to the guy-who's-supposed-to-be-my-date-last-Saturday-but-didn't-show-up, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. At least you inspired me to write this noble and yet so nonsense poem. LOL. I just hope you enjoy reading in the same way I enjoyed writing this. Hehehe.  

Can you suggest a title? Hehehe. The title of this post, by the way, is for the sake of fun fun fun. Well, that's what I'm known for --- The Noble and The Nonsense :p

I received a text message last Friday night
It was from someone whom I have a silly childish crush
Suddenly I got stupid that I couldn't tell if my tee was black or white
And my cheeks were more red than my Nars Orgasm blush

He asked me if I could have lunch with him the next day
Then watch the movie Clone Wars
Sleeping early was hard so I took a shot of Chardonnay
And deprived myself from serotonin-rich chocolate bars

I woke up the next morning and hurried myself towards the door
Asked yaya of a certain pair of skinny jeans I couldn't find
I stepped on a toy car and slipped landing flat on the floor
Seeing stars over me I realized that love indeed is literally blind

It was already 2:00pm and still no sign of him
Uncertain whether I should be worried or angry
After 50 years, he said he fell asleep because of the Benadryl, which is an antihistamine
I guess it's another gentle way of saying he's allergic to me

*someone is smiling while reading this* LOL

Loving a Superstar

Meet Rusty

What is this thing???

Can I have some? *sniffin*

I'm lickin' it! Weee!

Enough. Enough! Me tired of paparazzi.

6 Layers of you... 6 Layers of Me - tagged by kaycee

I got tagged by sis Kaycee - an amazing photographer. You have to check out her photos especially her entry for the theme "Colorful' (Photohunt).
 Thanks sis! mwah :)


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RULES:1. Add your blog/s to the list. Feel free to add all your other blogs. It’s okay if you only post this questions in one blog as long as you answer them.2. Get back to Yen (http://yennygirl.com/) will add your blogs to the master's list HERE! Note that you are not ALLOWED to change the link of the here.3. Copy from Start to End.4. Tag as many friends online you know. But you don’t need to be tag in order to join.

Copy this Participants List: Me and Mine Creative in Me For the LOVE of Food Little Peanut Pea in a Pod It’s Where the HEART Is Around the World SugarMagnolias I Am Mommy All About The Memories Enchanted Play Just My Scrap Whats Up Simply Me Kitchen Deelite A Mothers Horizon In Depth A Life in Bloom Because Life is a Blessing Digiscraptology Joys iN life Life is What we Make it Photo Blog Dancing in Midlife Tune Pinay Mommy Online Mommy Earns Money OnlineBlessings and Beyond Posh Post Reviews Flowersbythewayside The Fab and The Furious RamFam

Kaycee's Bubble  The Noble and The Nonsense

LAYER ONE:

– Name: Miss Elle

– Birth date: December 20

– Birthplace: Samar

– Current Location: Manila

– Eye Color: Black

– Hair Color: Caribbean Caramel. *thanks to Loreal* haha.

– Righty or Lefty: Righty

LAYER TWO:

– Your heritage:   Filipino

– The shoes you wore today:   Flats

– Your weakness:  right now, it's red lipstick. :p

– Your fears: GROWING UP - can't get enough of immaturity.

– Your perfect pizza:  covered with ocean of melted cheese

– Goal you’d like to achieve in life: to wake up 50 years from now - still smiling simply because I have no reason not to. naaaks. why so serious? LOL

LAYER THREE:

– Your most overused phrase on AIM:  

– Your first waking thoughts: Will sleep again for 15 minutes.. just 15 minutes. hehe.

– Your best physical feature:  N/A

– Your most missed memory:  memory? what is it again? *me showing potential signs of dementia*

LAYER FOUR:

– Pepsi or Coke:   Pepsi

– McDonald’s or Burger King:   McDonalds

– Single or group dates:   Neither. It really is just less complicated to date myself.  

– Adidas or Nike:   Nike

– Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:   Nestea

– Chocolate or vanilla:  Chocolate

– Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino

LAYER FIVE

– A famous person, dead or alive, you would interview:   Adolf Hitler - "You have one testicle. True or False."

– Movie you can watch and say the lines along with the actors:  My Sassy Girl - the Korean version. As if I know how to speak Korean. :p

– Name two of your passions in life : annoying people and annoying people

– Least favorite time of day:  morning?

LAYER SIX

– Use hairspray or gel:   none

– Your favorite meal:   I love spicy foods.

– Color you see when you close your eyes:   wow. difficult one here. carnation pink?

– Listen to classical music:  yup. upon waking up

– Ever said LOL in real life without thinking about it:  Geez. LOL. I dunno. LOL. I really haven't thought much of that. LOL. I live in a soap opera, no real life for me. LOL

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Since I got tagged by pretty Kaycee, will be tagging two beauties I know here in the blogosphere - kimmie and HBK (KC's girl by the way. hehe).

An Indecent Behavior

~~~ March 17, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~

This is not a love story so please, stick with me. I'm begging. LOL.

Confused. Down in the dumps. I dunno. Let's just say I am feeling this scary thing or I guess I am just simply nursing a heart wounded with the pain of rejection. Okay. Sooo not normal I know. Anyway, with the etiology I just elaborated, I knew I have to at least channel this abnormal feeling into something that is acceptable - BINGE-EATING. And WALKING. Yup, that's what I do. That's exactly what I did early this morning along with our dog and with my ipod.

For 20 minutes and counting, I was at peace with myself until THIS guy approached. This familiar guy - someone I just recognize as a Med Student.

"Elle, right?"

"That's me."

Then he started asking/talking/walking with me and stating two facts he knew about me: sister of my sister (LOL) and a Nurse Student. For almost an hour of conversing, I've come into a conclusion - he's smart, which is tantamount to hotness. BUT I'm vulnerable at this time, which would then mean I am not in the right state of mind. Whatever. hehe.

Med Student: Your socks... they're...

Me: Pink?

Med Student: Right.

Me: Wrong. Hot pink. There's a difference.

I declare that I really am just vulnerable. Anyhoo, I was about to go when...

Med Student: Elle? Listen. I really hope you don't mind. But... gawd, I'm sorry... it's nothing. Never mind.

Me: No, it's okay. What is it?

SILENCE.

Med Student: Can I borrow your Nurse Cap?

Did he just ask to borrow my Nurse Cap?

Med Student: She... my girlfriend... just texted me and today is her Oathtaking... and she just realized she doesn't have a Nurse Cap. I actually told her about you and persuaded her to talk to you when we saw you last night but she was a bit intimidated...

Blah blah blah. Anyhoo, I lent it to him.

~~~~~~ May 31, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~

Tomorrow is a big day - First Day of the Board Exam. Do I need to bring the nurse cap? Where is it anyway?

~~~~~~ July 27, 2008 ~~~

I was at Fifi's birthday party and everyone was happy that I passed the Board Exam. Still no sign of the Nurse Cap.

~~~~~~ 11 Hours Before the Oathtaking ~~~

Right. I never got a glimpse again of my Nurse cap borrowed by Mr. Med Student. I mean I do realize that it's probably P40something at Bangbang but come on, ever heard of decency?

By the way, I already got my gala uniform yesterday and it doesn't look that bad. I look like a chef, they say. Hehe. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll be allowed to enter because I bought myself white pointed shoes with stiletto heels. Sooo not duty shoes. :p

The Other Side of Me

~~~ August 12, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~

I am soo doomed right now because I only have 8 days left to get my gala uniform done. A very reliable source told me that I should go to the school so I could get the pattern. And so I did. Does Ms. Obedient have a choice? Unless of course I'd create my own design and end up taking the oath in my dreams.

Anyhoo. The secretary was on a "very important conversation" that I had to wait forever. I could seriously die with boredom so I resorted to entertain myself by thoroughly assessing my painted fingernails.

Finally! The secretary is done with the giggles and baby talk. Oh. My. Gawd. Did she just open up a folder right there lying on that table that is sooo within her reach and got a piece of paper then handed it to me? I realized that she just effin' did! She could've done that 28 minutes ago... I swear I wanted to raise a bad Pussy-Red-painted (thanks to Carress by the way. LOL) finger on her!

Whatever happened to multi-tasking!

I looked at the paper she handed me. Oh my. That's what we're going to wear? Oh poor lil me.

I am shocked, or should I say, traumatized. I went home very depressed and found my Adorable nephew, not surprisingly, in his own world of art.

"Cute drawing."

Now I didn't know sarcasm is hereditary. I wish i can do something to at least make this not that boring to look at.

Anyway, I went to the mall, still depressed, to buy x yards of cloth and immediately went to a tailor so I could get rid of this horrid piece of paper. I found out, however, that they've all been pretty busy making the same gala uniform I needed. The lady asked if she could see the pattern to ensure that it's the same with the 27,000something others who'd be taking the oath.

She couldn't help but grin when I showed it to her. And I, the Noble and the Nonsense, couldn't help but giggle. I said, "You know... 6-year old kid... pretty artistic..."

Well... What can I say... That 6-year old kid has to be me! :p

Obsession Gone Terribly Wrong

~~~ August 10, 2008 Diary Entry of The Noble and The Nonsense, herself, Miss Elle ~~~

Red Shoes. This has been haunting me even in my dreams. I sooo want to buy a pair of red shoes. Well, I have one but it's a pair you use to run errands and I even have a pair of adorable red flip flops, which caused tremendous envy from friends who sooo want the same. It makes ones feet look more happy (what an adjective huh) to look at. Anway, I want a pair of that image above. I dunno why but it's like a craving. There is a conflict though. I belong to the parsimonious and frugal species. I need to have a sensible and valid reason to buy that because I might die with guilt. Like there are soo many kids who don't own a pair of slippers and I'll be hemorrhaging money for a pair of red shoes, which will be rarely used. :p

Ting!

Well of course, the Oathtaking! I, Yummy Nurse, will attend the Oathtaking this... err, when is my schedule anyway?

Will worry about that later. What should I wear?

Something white. Pure. Clean. So Nurse. And will surely match with a red pair of shoes! Yeyy! And... finally I can use that red handbag a friend gave me from his trip in Italy. It was a graduation gift by the way. And it's a beauty. So beautiful that I don't want it beside me because it makes me look like a phytoplankton. The more reason that I don't want to mention what bag because then I'll be a fungus.

But I'm still thinking for a match of the red shoes - the red handbag or some cute red nail polish?

I guess it's more pleasing to hear, "Hey, nice bag! Where'd you buy that?" than "hey, nice nail color, covering a pile of dirt underneath it?" But if I choose the bag, it'll perk my friends up and I would be trapped with endless questions. But that sounds great, I am soo in the mood. LOL. I should prepare an answer if they ask who gave it to me. If I tell them it comes from a future criminal lawyer... the more that they'll be strirred up. Why not amuse them with a lie? Something groundbreaking and shocking that would make them stop and drop their jaws.

How about this:

"My newfound uber rich lesbian girlfriend gave it to me and so ready to take me to whatever State that allows Same Sex Marriage... like even tomorrow!"

Or this:

"The most sincere man I've met. He's intelligent, so true, such a gentleman and well, religious. Wanna know more? He's a bishop."

Okay, shoot me. Anyhoo, back to my mascot. I'll match it with the pearl earrings my mom gave me. What do you think? Unfortunately I am not a fan of make-up. I dunno. BUT I'm a sucker for lip gloss and lipstick. And this is sooo timely because I just got my Manhunt Sheer lipstick, which is very red. Well at least now I know what I'll be hunting at the mall tomorrow. Ooh, got a text message. Just another forwarded chain text from a friend, which of course I deleted right away. It said if I ignored it, I'd have bad luck with my love life for seven years. Well, hello world! No worries, won't feel the difference. LOL. Wonder what she'll wear though.

"hey there. wat are u wearin for the oathtaking?"

"Somthin wyt. duh. hehe. nyhoo, chek d site agen 4 d proper attire and venue."

Well of course almost everyone will wear white. Proper attire would be formal - my best guess. Anyway, I hurried myself to check the site and after 5 hours of chatting and blogging, I finally remembered my main purpose of getting online.

ALL MUST COME IN THEIR WHITE GALA UNIFORM, NURSES CAP, WHITE DUTY SHOES, WITHOUT EARRINGS, HAIR NOT TOUCHING THE COLLAR AND WITHOUT CORSAGE.

My world fell apart right at that very moment when I saw these two: WHITE DUTY SHOES & WITHOUT EARRINGS!!!

No earrings? I mean are they for real? If I won't be allowed to wear earrings, then what are my ears for?!? LOL

Oh dear, so much for THE RED SHOES. Miss Elle is sooo very sad now.

Goodbye red shoes. Goodbye. *sniff sniff* mwah mwah!

Blogging Friends Forever

Thanks very much Marga for this!

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Rules:

1. Only five people are allowed to receive this gift.

2. Four of them followers of your blog.

3. One has to be new to your blog and live in another part of the world.

4. You must link back to whoever gave you the award.

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I am not really a follower of rules. Hehe. And I can't say if I'm giving this to "followers" of my blog. But what I'm pretty sure of is that they have been so nice and friendly, which I truly appreciate. I will pass this to Sam who tagged me that Dating 101. And to Mom of Four, KC, and philos - the ones I've tagged and "wholeheartedly" (LOL) accepted it.

And I wanna give this also to Marga. thanks. mwah :)

Dating 101

Dating 101

The very moment i saw a message in my chatbox that says I've got a dating tag, I knew I was in trouble. Of course I have the choice not to post this but I somehow want to join the fun and I appreciate this because it comes from Ms. Sam. What's with the nonsense introduction? Nothing. Just prolonging my calmness because the questions aren't easy and I'd rather have a test on Algebra. Of course I'm kidding. Like hello. I mean I'd rather have those "Type the image you see" anti-spam codes. LOL. Oh well. Here it goes.

First, remember that I am self-confessed cynical, sarcastic, crazy, and sort of well... no not sort of... certified yummy. LOL.

1. When was your first kiss and where?

Ever heard of warm-up questions? Whatever happened to Easy-Average-Difficult Categories. Hehe.

2. When was your first real relationship and how long did it last?

Should I start anticipating for a question like, "When was your first imitation/fake relationship?" Hehe. If it was real, it would've never ended. So much for fake relationships, I'm pretty contented with my obsession for pirated DVDs. LOL.

3. What age were you allowed to date?

I am particularly strict so I have never allowed myself to date. I don't date. i just go out. Hehe.

4. What's the craziest thing you did (for love) when you were a teenager?

Oh. My insanity is congenital. Fortunately or unfortunately, take your pick. Whether it is for love or not for love, I do crazy things. Comes out naturally. Again, fortunately or unfortunately.

5. How long is your longest relationship and what's the secret?

Just how long is long? Hehe. Just wondering. The secret? Keep secrets - what your partner doesn't know will not hurt him/her.

6. How long did you date before you decided to settle down?

Can anyone tell me why it's termed "settle down?" I've tried looking up on it in the Encarta and it's synonymous with the words "sink", "fall", and "descend". Will i settle down? Will you? Hehe. Albeit words like "calm down" and "relax" are also on the list, makes me think now - is marriage some sort of anger management? Hehe.

7. How long did you know he was the ONE?

Ahh... Err... When Number Two left? *kiddin*

8. Now, at age will you allow your kid(s) to date?

For a boy, eight! yeah I'm sooo effin' serious. Will teach him how to check out the babes and all. Eight is lucky they say. LOL. For a girl, on the other hand, I guess 40 seems fine. Life starts at Forty right? At least she'll be some Fab Fun Fearless Forty Femme.

9. When it comes to your kids dating, will you be a cool parent or a strict parent?

Hhmm, cool? strict? whichever... I still prefer to be yummy.

10. What piece of advice can you give to your child when they start dating?

Bad things happen to good people. LOL. Celebrate Life and Love. Twist it with Martini. :)

I am tagging KC, philos, Marga, and Mom of Four. Guys, don't be like me - take this seriously. Hehe :)

And Sam, thanks! Really. mwah :)

Shoot Me If You Can

While I was busy talking with a friend over the phone, a chubby woman arrived at the rooftop. I could hear my nephew asking his friend, "Is that your mom?" Now knowing my nephew to be delectably tactless, fear surged and thump thump went my heart. OH NO... Please don't say she's... please.

Adorable: "She's..." I knew I had to to do something.

Me: "Excuse me for a while (I said to my friend)... Hey! Your err... slippers?"

Adorable: "What about them?"

Me: "Uhmm, nothing..." Then I continued to mumble to myself, "...they're blue."

"You called him to tell him he's slippers are blue???" Oops, my friend was on the line, I forgot. LOL.

From then on, I was half listening to my friend. Suddenly Adorable raised his voice, "You are seven in all?!? Tita!"

Oh no. I am totally effin' freaked out with that look. I. Don't. Like. That. Look. His face projected both excitement and perplexity. Or was it utter disbelief? Seeing his reaction, I knew that it was his first time to meet someone coming from a big family.

Then New Kid's mom approached him. Please don't let him get into trouble, i thought to myself and crossed my fingers.

Adorable: "You have seven children?" . There goes my inquisitive talking-like-all-grown-up sociable buddy.

Woman: "Yeah. Are you with your mom?"

Adorable: "That's my tita (points at me and I smiled). You are like our Princess." He said. Again, with conviction.

Oh no. Effin' no please. I couldn't find the right time to cut in because my friend was venting out some of his grievances at work, which at that very moment I couldn't quite grasp caused by my limited concentration as a result of my mind being fully absorbed in forecasting a mishap that could possibly happen.

Woman: "Princess? Oh, who's Princess?" She looked and sounded so amused.

Adorable: Tita! Tita, she has seven children, just like Princess!

I stood up very scared of the words that might come out of his cute little mouth. He only allowed me a step forward because...

Adorable: "You're like our dog! Really..." *i can't seem to describe the woman's face*

And appearing unsatisfied, he added more insult to the injury. "She has seven puppies too. Just like you..."

Silence. He looks up in the sky as if in a profound insightful thought.

"And I actually thought it can only happen to dogs."

And for the very first time in my life, I was certain and so sure of what I wanted - that is to shoot myself. *kiddin*

Miss Elle: Kick Ass Blogger?

Until now my teeny weeny brain can't still quite comprehend why my good friend, KC, who by the way has just celebrated his 10,000-hit mark, presented me this award. Reading some of the criteria for someone to get this Kick Ass Award, I felt a pinch of unworthiness. Now here are some points:

• Incredible, original content. I certainly don't have that! All my contents here are copy-pasted. Like I am soooo ignoramus of plagiarism. Screw that originality. LOL.


• Overflowing creativity. I guess my problem here is the word "overflowing". It just sounds too much - like emotions. Hehe.


• Helps you Become a Better Blogger. I don't have to explain this because my blog can speak for itself - contents are nonsense and full of my stupidity-at-its-best moments.


• A Bloggy Friend you can Count On. I also don't like the sound of this. How many times do I have to reiterate that I effin' hate Counting! Hehe.


• Simply Inspires you to be a Better Person. Oh mi gawd. Me an inspiration? That is sooo totally effin' crazy. Hhmm, but that gives me an idea... Miss Elle inspiring everyone else to become the World's Hated Lovers of Life! Hehe.
  

One important point that made me think for a second there was the first question "Do you know any Bloggers that Kick Ass?" That, my dear friends, makes me qualified because I certainly do and literally kick ass! LOL.

Do you know any bloggers that kick ass?

Maybe they've got original, incredible content. Or they're overwhelming with creativity. Is is someone that helps you become a better blogger? Or a bloggy friend you can count on? Or maybe it's someone who simply inspires you to be a better person... or someone else who sends you to the floor, laughing your ass off.

Whatever the reason may be, I'm sure you know at least a couple of bloggers that kick ass. Well... why not tell 'em so?

Well I do know some bloggers who are more fit to receive the Kick Ass Blogger Award.

• Kaycee - her photography speaks of fun and elegance combined.
• Mico - his writing sails you away to to a pool of blood - all caused by severe epistaxis! And like one of my comments, his English did not just cause my nose to bleed but i could feel cerebrospinal fluid leak from my ears as well. LOL.
• Eunice - I have just recently discovered her blog and it's certainly to-fall-in-love with because with the photos and information she provides, you feel like you're travelling as well.
  
  And to you KC, THANKS! :)