leap of fatih.

listening to MYOP's version of Julia Fordham's Love Moves In Mysterious Ways this afternoon (music courtesy of Honey) in the office made me think of my blog's title...taking a leap of faith. "we make plans but then love demands a leap of faith."
When is enough really enough? When you've reached breaking point, there's nothing you can do but take those occassional "breathers".
men are bitches personified. they're crankier, whin-ier.
OK so maybe that was way too harsh. but it's just an observation... at home, at work...
sakit sa ulo grabe. just think of being a teacher to a class of boys hitting puberty, rowdy little annoying perverts. same goes for college boys , testosterone loaded, and then there are the dirty old men. and they can't think, you'd have to literally dictate what ticks you off.

last night was the season finale of Man Hunt, twas a toss between city boy Rob (who turns out to be freaking gay [and i was convinced for the longest time that he was just exaggeratingly Metrosexual] ) and stoking Jon Johnson. one couldn't wait to pose naked in front of the camera and the other just couldn't get it on. well anyway, for the love of straight men, Jon Johnson won. I don't have anything against gay men, love them to bits.

whoever psychologist formulated the theory reverse psychology please come see me, i need tips to make it work. either that or the person's just WAY SLOW.

time is running out, i'll be gone soon.

i'm stuck in a rut, waiting, waiting, waiting, have taken leaps of faith and just to take about one more, quite uncertain still.

MEN-- CAN'T LIVE WITH THEM, CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM!

stoked!


city slicker.