“A Filipino may denationalize himself but not his stomach. He may travel over the seven seas, the five continents and the two hemispheres and lose the savor of home, forget his identity and believe himself a citizen of the world. But he remains- gastronomically, at least- always a Filipino. For, if in no other way, the Filipino loves his country with his stomach.”—
Although I see the immense possibilities in having a girl that flexible... I am not finding that Kim Chiu screen cap that sexy. as a matter of fact all I did was 0_o ... Is it just me? =\
Nah man. Nothin sexy in it, unless you’re into that kinky shiz. I think I’ve mentioned here before, that whole flexibility thing is over-rated. That shit would distract me, instead of concentratin’ on getting my grind on, I’d be wondering about how much money I’d make if I sold her rubbery ass to the circus.
First thought I had after seeing that scap was, “Man, I’d still break that skinny trick in half.”
“Well, for designers, they can perhaps use these as springboards for inspiration (so they can stop copying from the Japanese and have the gullible Philippine press celebrate blindly celebrate them as avant-garde). For the normal 9-5 person, the straw hats may not work but maybe the Sagada use of pink sweaters under a manly blazer can work. Or maybe, it doesn’t really have a pragmatic aspect to it and that’s ok. I guess all of this is just for argument: That, we do have a Filipino Fashion Identity. It’s just not in the cities, but in our provinces.”—http://propinoy.net/2011/01/27/philippines-re-designed-the-cherry-gil-moment/
There are only 100 mature Philippine crocodiles left in the wild
BAYOMBONG, Nueva Vizcaya, Philippines – The Philippine crocodile, classified as critically endangered by the World Conservation Union, will be extinct in 10 years if no conservation measures are immediately undertaken.
The Mabuwaya Foundation Inc. (MFI), an organization engaged in protecting the species, said only 100 mature Philippine crocodiles are left in the wilds of Isabela and Liguasan Marsh in Maguindanao.
Philippine crocodiles (scientific name Crocodylus mindorensis) are endemic to the country. They thrive in freshwater and are non-threatening to humans unless provoked.
“The Philippine crocodile is the world’s most severely threatened crocodile species. It is at a real risk of going extinct in the near future if no conservation action is taken,” said Marites Balbas, communication officer of Mabuwaya Foundation.
Guys, the only buwaya that needs to go extinct are those in public office :(
“Given the overwhelming preference for dogs apparent in mainstream entertainment media and in statistical analysis among Americans, the cat’s election as unofficial ‘mascot of the Internet’ is a phenomenon worth noting. Certainly, some of this can be explained by facts such as ‘internet culture pioneers are not representative of the norm’; ‘the internet is a haven for subcultures to express preferences less welcome in mainstream society’; and ‘people who are dog people are probably doing things like throwing a Frisbee outside, painting a fence in suburbia, driving to a relevant chain restaurant or giving birth to children in a hospital setting , not going online creating Tumblrs.’”
You aren’t single because you have specific quirks/flaws of character or appearance. You’re single because you haven’t found the partner that matches with those quirks yet! Jeez! Seriously, you’re all wonderful, just the way you are.
Co-signed. I was wanting to express this exact same sentiment.
Okay. I think I’m just in a confrontational (see: BITCH) mood, but what if you never find that partner? That is possible. Not everyone gets married. Not everyone meets someone that they fall madly in love with and spend the rest of their lives with that person. Some people die single. Some people die without ever falling in love. That happens. And not everyone is wonderful. I have issues. I should work on fixing them. But maybe I won’t. And maybe that will have something to do with me dying single. I know I’m being morbid and crazy, but not everyone lives happily ever after. They just don’t. And I don’t see the harm in coming to terms with that.
^What she said.
Also, some ‘quirks’ or flaws do need to be corrected. If some mofoe’s special fucking quirk was a taste for beating up women, what the fuck, is he supposed to walk around with a smile on his face thinking, “Someday there will be a woman just for me who will love the fact that I beat her ass up every day and twice on Sunday.”
I’m a glass half full typa guy, but fuck is that unrealistic BS.