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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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Monday, August 29, 2005
Some Stuff from Pata
Here are a few fun stuff I got from Pata's blog... well actually, I just got the diploma. Anyway, just visit Go-quiz.com to get your own Blogging University Diploma, Warning Label, Acronym, Road Sign and Personality Cocktail. Please note, however, that I tweaked on a few tags to make my stuff more personalized and interesting. Enjoy!!! =)
MY BLOGGING UNIVERSITY DIPLOMA
MY WARNING LABEL
BADGIRLJEL ACRONYM
MY ROAD SIGN
MY PERSONALITY COCKTAIL
MY BLOGGING UNIVERSITY DIPLOMA
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MY WARNING LABEL
| |BadGirl`JeL| is poisonous! Induce vomiting if ingested. |
| N POISON |
BADGIRLJEL ACRONYM
| B | Beautiful -- wushu! |
| A | Altruistic -- really?! |
| D | Dirty -- hmmm... kinky! |
| G | Good -- or should I say, Great or maybe Gay is more appropriate |
| I | Innocent -- huh?! Seriously... |
| R | Relaxing -- as in zzzZZZZ? |
| L | Lovable -- aaaaaawwwww!!! |
| J | Joyful -- lemme think about this one... |
| E | Eccentric -- so true! |
| L | Lovable -- again?! How about, Lazy... hehehe! |
MY ROAD SIGN
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MY PERSONALITY COCKTAIL
| How to make a |BadGirl`JeL| |
| Ingredients: 1 part mercy 3 parts silliness 3 parts leadership |
| Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add sadness to taste! Do not overindulge! |
Friday, August 26, 2005
The Integrity of "Ugly"
Here's an inspiring story that my best friend, Gem sent to me. Hope everyone learns from it.
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The Integrity of "Ugly"
(A story of True Pureness in Spirit)
-- Author Unknown
Everyone in the apartment complex knew who "Ugly" was. Ugly was the resident tomcat that loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things, combined with a life spent outside, had their effect on Ugly.
To start, Ugly had only one eye. And, where the other eye should have been, a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side. His left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail had long ago been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders, with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly, there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!! " All the children were warned not to touch him. The adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically. He would bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, or whatever he could reach or find.
One day, Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly laid in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front.
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering, and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest of pain, that ugly, battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen.
Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me, completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. But he died in my arms before I could even get inside. I sat down and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. Ugly had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, and beautiful. But for me, I will always try to be "Ugly."
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The Integrity of "Ugly"
(A story of True Pureness in Spirit)
-- Author Unknown
Everyone in the apartment complex knew who "Ugly" was. Ugly was the resident tomcat that loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things, combined with a life spent outside, had their effect on Ugly.
To start, Ugly had only one eye. And, where the other eye should have been, a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side. His left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail had long ago been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders, with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly, there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!! " All the children were warned not to touch him. The adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically. He would bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, or whatever he could reach or find.
One day, Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly laid in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front.
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering, and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest of pain, that ugly, battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen.
Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me, completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. But he died in my arms before I could even get inside. I sat down and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. Ugly had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, and beautiful. But for me, I will always try to be "Ugly."
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
When Was The Last Time You Did Something For The First Time?
Everytime I see Emirates' TV ad on doing something for the first time, I always wonder afterwards when I'll have that kind of experience again. Fortunately, I did experience something new last weekend – I spent the weekend at Richmonde Hotel for no special reason other than a voucher that has to be used before it expires. What made it special though, is the fact that I shared the experience with the love of my life and two of my bestest friends, Orange and Star. But it got even more exciting when we decided to go bowling – my honey's first ever – and my “sort of” first time in at least two years. It was extra-fantastic when I got a couple of spares and even a strike.
The entire weekend was really special. My wife and I had a little “spa moment” in our hotel room while Orange and Star were sleeping, after which we all had dinner at Italianni’s, where I had my favorites – Fried Calamari and Smoked Salmon Pizza with Dill Cream Sauce. We played Uno (the card game) until 2AM (Orange and Star were so sleepy by that time), then my wife taught me a couple of card games until 4AM. In spite of only having 4 hours of sleep, I was up and ready to invade the breakfast buffet by 8AM and though I didn’t especially enjoyed breakfast (‘cause they didn’t have bacon), I was generally fine. When we checked out at 12NN, I was kind of surprised to find myself having that “vacation feeling,” which I only expected to feel on an out-of-town/out-of-the-country trip. It might have been our new living arrangement that made me feel that I do need a break away from home, not to mention some alone time as a couple. Today, my wife and I are still a bit sick. But I can say that my weekend getaway helped me feel better and more prepared to get through this new week ahead.
Friday, August 19, 2005
|BadGirl`Poetry| – The Carmela Collection
Please be reminded that all these are MY original works (thus, the byline) and that plagiarism is a crime.
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RITUAL
By Jelaine Macaraeg
I touch her face
And stare deep into her loving eyes
I stroke her hair
And kiss her forehead
Then stare into her eyes again
I run a finger or two down her cheek
And she smiles at me
I just stare into her eyes again
She asks me what I am thinking
And I kiss her soft lips
And then I tell her, “I love you forever.”
But then because there is no forever,
I’ll just love her until I could keep her
And I’ll do this ritual over and over
And just love her until I could keep her…
THE CLICHÉ OF FALLING
By Jelaine Macaraeg
She came into my life without a warning
It was as if I just woke up from a long, deep slumber
And when I opened my eyes, she was already there
She broke the silence of my heart,
and the stillness of its beating
She interrupted my thoughts
For a while there I was lost
And I just have to ask myself,
“What am I thinking?”
She has indeed caught me off guard
She took my breath away
and swept me off my feet
She made me hear magical bells
and see sparks and fireworks all over
I’ve read and heard of these experiences before
But it was only now that I found them to be true
Now I know why they are called clichés
For they are real and true
‘Cause when you meet that special someone
You’ll never really know…
But they could just happen to you too…
FOREVER STARTS NOW
By Jelaine Macaraeg
What is forever?
A second
A minute
An hour
A day
A week
A month
A year
A decade
A century
A lifetime
What is forever?
Everytime I glance at her while she eats
Everytime I watch her sleep at night
Everytime she smiles at me when our eyes meet
Everytime she cracks a joke
Everytime she laughs with me
Everytime she listens to my story
Everytime she tells me how her day was
Everytime we make future plans over coffee
Everytime she says, “I love you.”
That is forever
for me.
WAVELENGTHS
By Jelaine Macaraeg
How many people do you meet everyday
who likes the same things as you do,
thinks the way you do,
and speaks the same language as you?
How many people have you met recently
whose sentences you can finish,
whose thoughts you can explain,
and whose feelings you can draw out from them?
How many people can you love in a lifetime
whose concept of love matches yours,
thinks of relationships the same way you do,
and can love as much as you do?
How many people are as lucky as I am
to have met someone like her?
To have loved and be loved by a woman
who is of the same wavelength as I am…
PAIN
By Jelaine Macaraeg
She shuts me out.
She wants me out.
She doesn’t hear me out.
I wait and wait.
Subside now, hate.
Before it’s all too late.
Pain and Rejection.
Such strong emotions.
Such stinging sensations.
I cry and cry.
And then I sigh.
Still all my pain inside…
A TRIP TO THE MOON
By Jelaine Macaraeg
My honey sent me to the moon for free
Without a plane, nor craft, nor wings
And there was I, up in the heavens
With all its glory for me to see…
My honey sent me to the moon for free
How wonderful the Earth looks from here
With all the planets and the stars in Milkyway
Running wild and playing with me…
My honey sent me to the moon for free
And as I go back to Earth I see
And awe at the beauty of the skies and the sea
And touch the clouds so soft beneath…
My honey sent me to the moon for free
And as I close my eyes and feel her inside me
What a heavenly feeling it is for me
My honey, she just made love to me…
MONDAYS
By Jelaine Macaraeg
The clock says six
I open my eyes and there she is
Sleeping
I wake her up with a kiss
She open her eyes and there she is
Smiling
Morning rituals
Sharing breakfast as usual
Waiting while she’s bathing
Watching her dress up
Seven thirty
Time to leave
Work is waiting
I send her off
With “I love you” and a kiss
And as I go back into our room
I catch the scent of her perfume
I smile
The emotion is overwhelming
I can never be so grateful for this life
She’s my reason for opening my eyes
This beautiful Monday morning…
INSATIABLE DESIRES
By Jelaine Macaraeg
More than hands touching
More than lips kissing
More than two bodies feeling each other’s warmth
Sweet and special
Our souls making vows of immortal love and unspoken promises
Our hearts defining forever in present time;
The here and the now, while sharing the coldness of the night
Reaching out and holding tight
Not wanting to ever let go
We’re both giving to and wanting each other
Giving more and wanting more
Insatiable desire…
That’s what it is
An insatiable desire to have and to hold
More than just now, but forever…
It’s our love defined at last;
Well-expressed by our bodies and our souls
Understood by our hearts and our minds…
Our insatiable desires…
PROLOGUE TO LOVE
By Jelaine Macaraeg
Coming to and from a hopeless situation
A heroine comes to save me
Releasing me from years of self-delusion
Melting away my chain of desperation
Enlightened, I took my heroine’s hand
Leaving the darkness of anguish behind
“At last, I’m free!” I proudly said
And I was never the same again…
Love then came quite unexpectedly
Charming and sweet, I fell for my heroine
And as I was reaching out for her, I held her tight
“Nothing can stop me now,” I cried
Taking her hand, I then decided
Another love and life has started
Risky as it was, I took a chance
And I was never the same ever again…
STUBBORN
By Jelaine Macaraeg
Bad Girl meets Control Freak
Making a big deal
Out of the littlest things
Do’s and Don’ts
Choking me
Still, I end up following
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
One wanting to change the other
The other resisting to be changed
Who is hardheaded?
Who is stubborn?
Maybe she is
Maybe I am
Then again,
Maybe we’re both…
RITUAL
By Jelaine Macaraeg
I touch her face
And stare deep into her loving eyes
I stroke her hair
And kiss her forehead
Then stare into her eyes again
I run a finger or two down her cheek
And she smiles at me
I just stare into her eyes again
She asks me what I am thinking
And I kiss her soft lips
And then I tell her, “I love you forever.”
But then because there is no forever,
I’ll just love her until I could keep her
And I’ll do this ritual over and over
And just love her until I could keep her…
THE CLICHÉ OF FALLING
By Jelaine Macaraeg
She came into my life without a warning
It was as if I just woke up from a long, deep slumber
And when I opened my eyes, she was already there
She broke the silence of my heart,
and the stillness of its beating
She interrupted my thoughts
For a while there I was lost
And I just have to ask myself,
“What am I thinking?”
She has indeed caught me off guard
She took my breath away
and swept me off my feet
She made me hear magical bells
and see sparks and fireworks all over
I’ve read and heard of these experiences before
But it was only now that I found them to be true
Now I know why they are called clichés
For they are real and true
‘Cause when you meet that special someone
You’ll never really know…
But they could just happen to you too…
FOREVER STARTS NOW
By Jelaine Macaraeg
What is forever?
A second
A minute
An hour
A day
A week
A month
A year
A decade
A century
A lifetime
What is forever?
Everytime I glance at her while she eats
Everytime I watch her sleep at night
Everytime she smiles at me when our eyes meet
Everytime she cracks a joke
Everytime she laughs with me
Everytime she listens to my story
Everytime she tells me how her day was
Everytime we make future plans over coffee
Everytime she says, “I love you.”
That is forever
for me.
WAVELENGTHS
By Jelaine Macaraeg
How many people do you meet everyday
who likes the same things as you do,
thinks the way you do,
and speaks the same language as you?
How many people have you met recently
whose sentences you can finish,
whose thoughts you can explain,
and whose feelings you can draw out from them?
How many people can you love in a lifetime
whose concept of love matches yours,
thinks of relationships the same way you do,
and can love as much as you do?
How many people are as lucky as I am
to have met someone like her?
To have loved and be loved by a woman
who is of the same wavelength as I am…
PAIN
By Jelaine Macaraeg
She shuts me out.
She wants me out.
She doesn’t hear me out.
I wait and wait.
Subside now, hate.
Before it’s all too late.
Pain and Rejection.
Such strong emotions.
Such stinging sensations.
I cry and cry.
And then I sigh.
Still all my pain inside…
A TRIP TO THE MOON
By Jelaine Macaraeg
My honey sent me to the moon for free
Without a plane, nor craft, nor wings
And there was I, up in the heavens
With all its glory for me to see…
My honey sent me to the moon for free
How wonderful the Earth looks from here
With all the planets and the stars in Milkyway
Running wild and playing with me…
My honey sent me to the moon for free
And as I go back to Earth I see
And awe at the beauty of the skies and the sea
And touch the clouds so soft beneath…
My honey sent me to the moon for free
And as I close my eyes and feel her inside me
What a heavenly feeling it is for me
My honey, she just made love to me…
MONDAYS
By Jelaine Macaraeg
The clock says six
I open my eyes and there she is
Sleeping
I wake her up with a kiss
She open her eyes and there she is
Smiling
Morning rituals
Sharing breakfast as usual
Waiting while she’s bathing
Watching her dress up
Seven thirty
Time to leave
Work is waiting
I send her off
With “I love you” and a kiss
And as I go back into our room
I catch the scent of her perfume
I smile
The emotion is overwhelming
I can never be so grateful for this life
She’s my reason for opening my eyes
This beautiful Monday morning…
INSATIABLE DESIRES
By Jelaine Macaraeg
More than hands touching
More than lips kissing
More than two bodies feeling each other’s warmth
Sweet and special
Our souls making vows of immortal love and unspoken promises
Our hearts defining forever in present time;
The here and the now, while sharing the coldness of the night
Reaching out and holding tight
Not wanting to ever let go
We’re both giving to and wanting each other
Giving more and wanting more
Insatiable desire…
That’s what it is
An insatiable desire to have and to hold
More than just now, but forever…
It’s our love defined at last;
Well-expressed by our bodies and our souls
Understood by our hearts and our minds…
Our insatiable desires…
PROLOGUE TO LOVE
By Jelaine Macaraeg
Coming to and from a hopeless situation
A heroine comes to save me
Releasing me from years of self-delusion
Melting away my chain of desperation
Enlightened, I took my heroine’s hand
Leaving the darkness of anguish behind
“At last, I’m free!” I proudly said
And I was never the same again…
Love then came quite unexpectedly
Charming and sweet, I fell for my heroine
And as I was reaching out for her, I held her tight
“Nothing can stop me now,” I cried
Taking her hand, I then decided
Another love and life has started
Risky as it was, I took a chance
And I was never the same ever again…
STUBBORN
By Jelaine Macaraeg
Bad Girl meets Control Freak
Making a big deal
Out of the littlest things
Do’s and Don’ts
Choking me
Still, I end up following
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
One wanting to change the other
The other resisting to be changed
Who is hardheaded?
Who is stubborn?
Maybe she is
Maybe I am
Then again,
Maybe we’re both…
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
My Life
When people ask you to say something about yourself, where do you start? This has always been my problem. Sometimes, I'm torn between saying the things I think they're expecting to hear from me and saying the things that matter most to me. But then, that is yet another problem. What matters most to me?
I just turned 25. And quite frankly, I've been under a lot of stress since the beginning of the year. I think this is what they call quarter-life crisis. To start off, I resigned from my relatively stable and high-paying job to pursue my greatest passion. Then there's the need to adjust to a new living arrangement and coping with financial issues. I sometimes feel that way too much is happening to me all at the same time -- maybe too much than what I can handle. I don't know. Eveytime somebody asks me how my life is, my standard answer is that I'm happy with a lot of stuff, pissed with a lot of stuff -- that I don't know which outweighs which. But hey, does it really matter?
A friend of mine recently contacted me because of some heart problems, and a total stranger who chanced upon my blog did the same thing. I've always loved giving unsolicited advices. More often than not, I'm a major bitch when it comes to giving advices, but I guess that's just my way of showing people how life happens. Life can't always be peachy. In fact, maybe life is indeed a bitch. It's up to us how we'll make the most out of it.
Sharing myself to other people through my bitchiness somehow made me realize that maybe there's a reason why I am the way I am. Funny, but maybe being |BadGirl`JeL| is my way of contributing to the world. After all, if not for bitches like me, the good, kind-hearted people out there wouldn't be recognized as such. Plus, don't get me wrong, I am not entirely evil... I'm just "not very nice." Those are two entirely different things.
I just turned 25. And quite frankly, I've been under a lot of stress since the beginning of the year. I think this is what they call quarter-life crisis. To start off, I resigned from my relatively stable and high-paying job to pursue my greatest passion. Then there's the need to adjust to a new living arrangement and coping with financial issues. I sometimes feel that way too much is happening to me all at the same time -- maybe too much than what I can handle. I don't know. Eveytime somebody asks me how my life is, my standard answer is that I'm happy with a lot of stuff, pissed with a lot of stuff -- that I don't know which outweighs which. But hey, does it really matter?
A friend of mine recently contacted me because of some heart problems, and a total stranger who chanced upon my blog did the same thing. I've always loved giving unsolicited advices. More often than not, I'm a major bitch when it comes to giving advices, but I guess that's just my way of showing people how life happens. Life can't always be peachy. In fact, maybe life is indeed a bitch. It's up to us how we'll make the most out of it.
Sharing myself to other people through my bitchiness somehow made me realize that maybe there's a reason why I am the way I am. Funny, but maybe being |BadGirl`JeL| is my way of contributing to the world. After all, if not for bitches like me, the good, kind-hearted people out there wouldn't be recognized as such. Plus, don't get me wrong, I am not entirely evil... I'm just "not very nice." Those are two entirely different things.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
My Feline Siblings
I'm an only child. I don't remember ever asking for a baby sister or a baby brother when I was a kid. Now that I'm a grown-up, I sometimes wish that I have someone to either spoil me or for me to bully around. Well, I got friends and a girlfriend for that. Hehehe! Seriously though, I grew up having our "pet cats" as part of the family. For me, they are my cute, cuddly siblings and I love each and every one of them. Over the years, many have come and passed away. But at this point, here are the ones who are making my days extra happy and filled with love.
Birthday: July 1, 1997
Ate Jules is sweet, gentle and has natural maternal instincts. She's the caregiver among the clowder but can get very jealous. She's my Dad's favorite and he used to spoil her a lot
Birthday: March 2, 1998
Kuya Taba is my baby. Originally named Fridge, he has a penchant for running to the fridge everytime someone opens the fridge door. He's VERY VERY big. A lot of people are scared of him because he almost looks like a dog. But really, he's a gentle giant. In fact, he doesn't fight back even if the girls are pretty rough on him. He loves being cuddled like a baby and even sucks his thumb like a baby. He's also very smart and knows how to utilize his big paws.
Birthday: May 12, 1998
DJ is my princess. She's stubborn, bitchy BUT loves attention a lot. She loves being touched and cuddled and she reciprocates your affection by giving you a massage. She has a cute, sexy voice that fits her svelte figure.
Birthday: January 23, 1999
OJ is the primadonna. She's always grooming herself and doesn't like getting dirty. She's well-behaved and meows in a very soft voice. She's also picky when it comes to food -- and my Mom spoils her a lot on that area. She's shy though and gets scared when there are people she doesn't know.
Birthday: August 13, 1999
Chubby has always been the "crowd favorite." People like her because she's bansot... she's so cute and cuddly. Ironically, she doesn't like being cuddled. She's pretty much a loner and can even be bitchy at times. But she definitely loves having her picture taken!
Birthday: August 13, 1999
Believed to be Chubby's twin, Shammy is equally anti-social. There was a time when she only hangs out with Chubby and OJ. She's generally a loner and doesn't like being cuddled. Just the same, she enjoys the ocassional attention and massages. And by the way, she's a messy eater.
Birthday: September 23, 2004
Nasty, just like DJ has a slender built, making her look very majestic like the royal cats of Ancient Egypt. She's very playful and likes being cuddled. She's also very friendly... befriending other kittens in the neighborhood (they chit-chat a lot!) and even invites her over!
Birthday: June 24, 2005
Hamster is the latest addition to the family. He was only a few days old when we got him and he has grown a lot since then! He's very sweet and cuddly. He doesn't like being left alone or he suffers from separation anxiety. The entire family, including my friends are oh-so spoiling him.
ATE JULES
Birthday: July 1, 1997
Ate Jules is sweet, gentle and has natural maternal instincts. She's the caregiver among the clowder but can get very jealous. She's my Dad's favorite and he used to spoil her a lot
KUYA TABA
Birthday: March 2, 1998
Kuya Taba is my baby. Originally named Fridge, he has a penchant for running to the fridge everytime someone opens the fridge door. He's VERY VERY big. A lot of people are scared of him because he almost looks like a dog. But really, he's a gentle giant. In fact, he doesn't fight back even if the girls are pretty rough on him. He loves being cuddled like a baby and even sucks his thumb like a baby. He's also very smart and knows how to utilize his big paws.
DJ
Birthday: May 12, 1998
DJ is my princess. She's stubborn, bitchy BUT loves attention a lot. She loves being touched and cuddled and she reciprocates your affection by giving you a massage. She has a cute, sexy voice that fits her svelte figure.
OJ
Birthday: January 23, 1999
OJ is the primadonna. She's always grooming herself and doesn't like getting dirty. She's well-behaved and meows in a very soft voice. She's also picky when it comes to food -- and my Mom spoils her a lot on that area. She's shy though and gets scared when there are people she doesn't know.
CHUBBY
Birthday: August 13, 1999
Chubby has always been the "crowd favorite." People like her because she's bansot... she's so cute and cuddly. Ironically, she doesn't like being cuddled. She's pretty much a loner and can even be bitchy at times. But she definitely loves having her picture taken!
SHAMMY
Birthday: August 13, 1999
Believed to be Chubby's twin, Shammy is equally anti-social. There was a time when she only hangs out with Chubby and OJ. She's generally a loner and doesn't like being cuddled. Just the same, she enjoys the ocassional attention and massages. And by the way, she's a messy eater.
NASTY
Birthday: September 23, 2004
Nasty, just like DJ has a slender built, making her look very majestic like the royal cats of Ancient Egypt. She's very playful and likes being cuddled. She's also very friendly... befriending other kittens in the neighborhood (they chit-chat a lot!) and even invites her over!
HAMSTER
Birthday: June 24, 2005
Hamster is the latest addition to the family. He was only a few days old when we got him and he has grown a lot since then! He's very sweet and cuddly. He doesn't like being left alone or he suffers from separation anxiety. The entire family, including my friends are oh-so spoiling him.
|BadGirl`JeL|'s Playhaus Photography
Playhaus Photography is a technique I use to take pictures of regular-sized objects (and later on, people) and making them look small. All pictures were taken using my handy-dandy Nokia 6600 camera-phone. Please note that they weren't done in Photoshop. At most, I just made some brightness/contrast adjustments, but the entire concept is manually done and thus take a lot of trial-and-error for a picture to be perfectly produced. Even so, I'm sure you'd still see some flaws in my work. ENJOY!
The Fan: The picture that started it all
The Calendar: Timing is everything -- plus a little wind power.
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