Let’s play tennis!

Friends With Benefits is your average rom-com with 2 “emotionally-damages” yuppies agreeing to a no strings attached arrangement and eventually choosing to be in a committed relationship. Career (mis)adventures and family quirks happen in between carnal rampage and falling in love. And of course, there’s always a sick or dying person to tell one of the characters that you have to recognize and cherish the love of your life. Do not let that person slip away. Classic.

I suggest you see this movie in the big screen if you:

1. have a crush on Justin Timberlake (most def brought sexy back)
2. have a crush on Mila Kunis (sorry, she was hotter in Black Swan)
3. have fallen in love with a close or best friend (dun dun dun…),
4. and/or have been in a no-emotions kind of thing (DUNNNNNNN!!!!).

Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway, I saw the movie because of
some of those reasons. Including #2. :p Whaaaattt? I think seeing her ass is better than seeing JT’s. Hehe.

By the way, this is waaaaaaaay better than Kutcher and Portman’s No Strings Attached.

I almost did not watch FWB as I was afraid that it would bring forth a┬ástorm of emotions I couldn’t deal with. With No Other Woman also being screened, I couldn’t help but remember my dark ages. HARHARHAR. Anyway, I watched Friends With Benefits on the same day I saw Next to Normal , that after the beautiful yet depressing play, I had to watch something that would make me laugh my heart out.

I watched it with Joko who I am sure did not watch it because of reason #4. LOLOLOLOLOL

Dylan: “Why do women think the only way to get a man to do what they want is to manipulate him?”
Jamie: “History, personal experience, romantic comedies.”

We both loved the soundtrack especially the songs by Foster The People’s Pumped Up Kicks and Semisonic’s (yep, not Third Eye Blind’s) Closing Time. She liked Woody Harrelson’s character as Justin’s gay colleague and I liked Modern Family’s Luke as JT’s nephew. And of course, we were both amused (and amazed) by some lines. I even had a moment when I shouted, “Teka, I know that line! I fucking know that line!”.
I even tweeted that I found Friends With Benefits more depressing than Next to Normal. That’s an exaggeration, of course. But fine, some scenes made me wonder why our story did not end with a flashmob and a horse-drawn carriage ride. ­čÖé

Anyway. To explain this entry’s title.

Jamie: “I miss sex.”
Dylan: “I miss sex too.”
Jamie: “I mean sometimes you just need it.”
Dylan: “Why does it always have to come with complications?”
Jamie: “And emotion!”
Dylan: “It’s a physical act, like playing tennis.”
Jamie: “Do you want more beer?” (Bends over, giving Dylan a clear view of her bottom)
Dylan: “Let’s play tennis!”


Dylan (Justin Timberlake) and Jamie (Mila Kunis) think it’s going to be easy to add the simple act of sex to their friendship, despite what Hollywood romantic comedies would have them believe. They soon discover however that getting physical really does always lead to complications.

Source: IMDB

(as if you needed this after everything I just said! hahahahahahaha!)


listening to: Kris Kross – Jump

Sticker, Baby, Sex, Pita, Smoke

These are the things that made me happy in the last 72 hours…

A picture from Carla’s birthday salubong uploaded by Tamille in Facebook. I love my inaanak Caitlin. She’s the cutest! And I love the blue lighting!

A sticker from the funrun attended by my boss. Pasalubong ko daw. Baka daw kasi sabihin ko na┬á‘di niya ako love. Hehehe. Thanks, Acey! :p

Got dvds of seasons 2 and 3 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl from my suki, Ate Sally. Saw this line on season 3’s cover: “It’s been a business doing pleasure with you.” :p

Dinner at Rustan’s Gourmet-to-Go. Had this delicious and light Mediterranean Pita with snowpea (or was it split pea) soup. Also ate half of Joko’s lasagna that she paired with creamy tomato soup.

My favorite ex visited me and brought his favorite book. I’m not a fan of Gaiman, but I’ll read this while waiting for him to bring me Hunger Games. Plus, reading has become my substitute┬áfor ┬ásmoking.


listening to: Katy Perry – Damn

Choutte alors!

After singing Lady Marmalade and stressing the infamous line Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir), you might want to add some foreign flair to your lovemaking/sexytime/churchur using these phrases:

How come I did not learn these phrases when I took up French back in college? I’m one sad former Catholic schoolgirl.

And wait. Did I read right? Easy tiger? Vas-y mollo?

Hahaha! Oooh la la!


Ate L**, you might find this useful– just in case you get involved with a sloppy, yet superhot French dude. :p


listening to: All Saints – Lady Marmalade

So December, what do you have?

Yes, yes I know. Ang bilis. December na. Parang nagmamadali uli si God at parang may hinahabol tayo.

Do you feel it? It, being the holiday cheers? I don’t! I already ate almost a dozen bibingkas and albeit it elevated my mood considerably, still no ho-ho-ho joy. Now ho with an e, that’s a different story. Ho with an e? Now, we’re talking.

For the past few, all I ever hear is talks about SEX. One of my best friends called me up just to rant (or rave) about her colleagues talk about the proper way of giving head. A random girl in the elevator was telling her friend about how she’s seriously considering becoming a cougar. WTF? Dahil ba lumalamig na ang simoy ng hangin (or lumalakas lang ang pag-set sa a/c) kaya taglibog na ang mga tao?

For a sec there, I would have called myself a hypocrite. I don’t think my libido cares about the seasons. There’s just (1) cannot be (2) I have to and (3) I need to. All applied to a recent event. Bless hot exes.

Aha! Could it be the full moon’s doing? You tell me. I don’t feel in any way Christmas-ey or horny now.

Hungry, yes. You know, for food. And bibingka is not an option.


listening to: Fall Out Boy – Yule Shoot Your Out

What’s worse than drunk dialing?

For the past few I wake up at an indecent hour, fish for one of my cellies, and compose an imprudent sms. I text fast despite the mental inertness. There are also times that I lethargically scroll through my phonebook strangely excited to call anyone.

I have never been able to send an sms or make a successful call, but I know I have to get used to sleeping without my mobile phones by my side starting tonight.

This morning I discovered it wasn’t a bad dream when I drafted this message:

“I want to do it again.”

I will bet my subconsciously promiscuous ass that I almost sleeptexted that to him.

This is bad. Really bad.

Had it been sent, it would have been good. Really good for him.


listening to: the psychotic inner voice laughing

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