Warning: Post Is Filled With Testosterone

When I was younger, I was a big sports fan. I liked everything. I liked basketball, tennis, table tennis, swimming, football, everything. I was not able to write them all decently (former sports ed remember?) but I enjoyed watching them.

There is something about sports that mesmerizes me. The struggle to win and not to lose is magical. Sports is like an artery that beats on its own, with its own head and determination. You see this a lot of times when you see impossible circumstances beaten by athletes to win.

Having said that, I love, love, love this Air Jordan commercial. It’s wicked inspirational. 😀

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I was going through my Facebook profile and looking at my Likes when I suddenly misread Paul, The Psychic Octopus to Paul, The Psychotic Octopus. I thought, “Well, that can’t be right?” and when I had a second look, truly it was just me.

I truly do a lot of these, like when I changed the lines “your comebacks they’re quick and probably had to do with your insecurity” to “your comebacks they’re quick and probably had to with your insanity” of the song Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz. I really don’t know what this tells about me but it can get crazy.

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I like men.  I know sometimes you can find furniture better than men, but on good days they can be really charming.

But I must say looks alone does not reel me in to a guy. You can make better purchases with humor, passion, talent, or intellect. I never liked anyone just because he is cute. A porcupine can be cute but you would not fancy dating it, would you?

When I was in high school, my cousin’s classmate showed me a list of guys that he liked, written in symbols that only he can understand. I randomly pointed into one and he said that guy was a porn star.

You know, I really never had a crush on someone as interesting as a porn star, but I did have a crush on aggressive in line champ Eito Yasutoko, extreme angler Jakub Vagner, and super star chef and health advocate Jamie Oliver. I also liked Optimus Prime and Garfield.

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My Man went to get his head shaved the other day and half way through, the razor of the barber man broke! 😆 My Man was stuck with a weird mohawk kind of thing.

I received his SMS asking if the salon I go to shaves head and I could already imagine him going out, debuting the latest style in men hair fashion. But as it is, before he left he asked the barber man to make some sense into the other half of his hair with some scissors.

During dinner, when Kulot found out about it, she jokingly told him, “20 lang yata binayad mo eh [maybe it’s because you only paid Php20]! (referring to the Cornetto commercials :lol:)”