adventures in neverland

what's a pink blog without a post on actresses. i know, i know, list posts are such a cliche. they shout "lazy!" in bold, capital letters. but please bear with me. sometimes i get so busy with my newfound career that i hardly have time to sleep, much less think of new, funny posts to make your day. chos!! so let me start this mahatma gandah's list with the best actresses, in my book, in this little part of hollwood. if you don't agree with me, go make your own list. haha 1.  nora aunor . but of course. unlike other actresses, la aunor is still great even if she is not handled by the masters (lino brocka, ishmael bernal, mario o'hara) and even if the script sucks. case in point -- the flor contemplacion story -- directed by the mediocre and overrated joel lamangan. she was so good there that she won various awards. need i say more? as i have mentioned earlier, nora was superb in nearly all of her movies -- tatlong taong walang diyos, himala, merika, and

"a  girl should be two things: classy and fabulous. "                                                               -- coco chanel ( another ms emily post post. so leave if you don't want to hear a sermon on being classy...) dear fairies, bitches, witches, princesses, queens, pa-queens and wannabes, gentle reminders on how to behave like a real princess, in and out of the palace: -- if you are inviting people over for coffee, lunch, dinner or even just a few drinks, pretty please miss, stop looking at your phone. worse, stop passing it around showing photos of people we don't really care about, especially if they are of the gutter variety who don't have anything in between their ears except a pretty face. if you want to see us, then be with us. talk to us. listen to us. laugh with us. we can even argue, bicker, or shout at each other. but please be with us. if you can't be away from  your phone, then better stay at home and converse with yours

"here, making each day of the year changing my life with a wave of her hand nobody can deny that there's something there.."                    -- beatles, here, there, and everywhere i knew something was wrong the moment i entered the room. a pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol greeted me when i opened the door. inside, the light was dim (the bulb was covered with his shirt), cigarette smokes swirled like invisible tiny clouds hurting my eyes and caused a few tears to swell up, a case of beer on the floor, and the soft humming of the beatles on the cassette player -- here, there and everywhere.  he didn't notice me. he was there, but he was not. i removed my shoes, my shirt, and my pants. put on last night's short pants.  then i sat on the floor, right across from where he was seated. beer bottles, cigarette butts and a lighted stick between us. finally he saw me and gave me a lukewarm smile. i could not see his face clearly. but i knew

this morning, i woke up with sadness. not the bad one, but the good one. i suddenly miss you. i miss your warm skin under my freezing, early morning winter fingers. how you would stir a little, hold my hands and arrange them tightly around your waist. but you won't open your eyes. no, they stay close as my lips wander around your face, your neck, still sleepy, but slowly awakening to my eager, throbbing heart. then as the wintry room becomes even hotter, you will roll over, eyes still closed, and meet my kisses with your tender, loving hands. candle long fingers, soft as the clouds hands, caressing my nakedness. just like yours, my skin is now slowly waking up, ready for the day's first act. that is always how we start our day. the breakfast of champions. after a few minutes, you will rush to the bathroom, while i stay at the kitchen to prepare two cups of steaming coffee, sunny side ups, freshly toast bread. our second meal for the morning. sometimes, when the moo