FML

FML really does crack me up! I even have the application on my phone. FML Concept is as follows: An anecdote always starts with "Today" and ends with "FML"

Here are some of the funny FML's:


Today, I got back from Ireland after a 4 hour "random" bag and body search, right after security checked my passport coincidently. I'm half Iranian, but born and raised in england. I got fired from my job for being 4 hours late to work. So now I'm an unemployed "terrorist." FML


Today, my boyfriend and I went to an amusement park. Although roller coasters scare me to death, my boyfriend convinced me to ride one with him. Right after the ride ended, I puked my guts out in front of everyone. My boyfriend decided this would be a great opportunity to tell me we're over. FML


Today, my crush came over to talk to me. I tried to act cool by spinning my pencil and doing tricks with it while we talked. It impressed him, until I lost control. The flying pencil ended up jabbing him in the face. FML


Today, I let my friend borrow my cell phone. He logged onto my facebook application and posted a status saying, "I think I might be gay." When I found out, it was full of a bunch of comments including one from my former high school teacher saying, "I'm not surprised." FML wahahahah


Today, it's my birthday and my sweet boyfriend waited until it was midnight to dump me. He continued to explain how he was with me not because he loved me but because he felt sorry for me. FML


Today, someone posted a Tweet that said, "I miss her, and she'll never know." I replied back, "No one cares." Turns out he was talking about his mother who died a year earlier. FML


Today, I was on Facebook trying to look at the boy I like's profile. Instead of typing his name into the search box, I typed it as my status and pressed enter. I was on my phone so I couldn't delete it. FML


Today, on my first day as a taxi driver, I took a man 200 miles away from my area, feeling happy about the price of the fare. He ran away without paying, leaving nothing but a bag of dirty clothes. FML


Today, my husband was playing Pokemon in bed. He hid the screen from himself and guessed the name of every pokemon encounter based on the sound of their cry. He got all 65 encounters right. This happens every night. FML


Today, my boyfriend's family isn't talking to me. Why? Because at a barbecue, my sister asked really loudly why my boyfriend's aunt looks so manly. I had to take her aside and explain that she used to be his uncle.Apparently it's a taboo subject. FML


Today, I got the hiccups during the funeral of my close friend. The family kicked me out for being disruptive.FML


Today, my friend put up the pictures from her birthday party yesterday. I'm conveniently cropped out of every single one. FML


Today, my boyfriend took me to a movie. Once we got to our seat he was leaning in to kiss me but then sneezed in my mouth. FML


Today, I came home from university and met my brother's girlfriend for the first time. I told my mom she seems really nice and cute. My mom replies, "Yes, she's like the daughter I never had." Did I mention I am her daughter? FML


Today, my friend decided to take a random picture of me and distort it with special effects. Well, the first one she chose was 'Alien'... my face didn't change a bit. FML


Today, my boss thought it would be funny to fake fire me. After ten minutes of begging, crying and pleading for my job back, he told me it was a joke. He recorded the whole thing and send it to every one he knows. FML


Today, I found out that my boyfriend is married to another woman. I decided I'd better let his wife know about his actions, but she didn't believe me because I was "too ugly" for him to have an affair with. FML




Haha, peace!

Shame on Jack!

My friend was walking around Sultan Center the other day, Guess who he saw?

Jack Daniels Junior "The Mustard" and I was like...

I wonder what would Jack Daniels"The Great" say about his grandson.

Sej galoha.

ra7aw el shanabat...!

Doga (Dog Yoga)

What's next, Car-oga?

BARNEY

My mom bought a Barney costume for my sister's son and wants me to wear it on his birthday in 9 days, in front of family, close friends and a lot of females. Emphasis on A LOT.

She promised me that she wouldn't tell anyone it was me; all I have to do it put on that costume and break dance my a** off. Unfortunately, I tried it out today and it fit perfectly....f*ck.

I love my mother and I wouldn't imagine saying no to anything she requests, which made this whole process even worse. She begged me to try it out, go to the basement and surprise my dad, my grandmother, my sisters and the help; a practice run if you will.

I wore that costume with pride, put on the Barney head and took the floor blazing. Oh yeah, I break-danced my a** off alright, even adding in a few moves of my own, cartwheels and all. I did the worm, the snake, the wingle and even belly danced. I shook my a** like my life depended on it.

Imagine enjoying an afternoon with the family, watching a sitcom on TV, drinking your relaxing tea and just appreciating the simple things in life. All of a sudden, some idiot barges in wearing a HUGE Barney costume and dances like a complete douchebag. Yeaaaah, that douchebag was me and their reactions were not what me and my mom originally anticipated.

My grandmother freaked the f*ck out and started screaming from the top of her lungs. My dad had this HUGE "WTF" face that renders anyone speechless. My sisters, out of fear, got up and ran as fast as they could; I think the younger one tripped and almost broke her ankle. The help dropped all the leftover food from lunch and broke 3 plates, 5 glasses and a chair.

I have no idea how the chair broke. That's how intense my showmanship was.

Now imagine me doing that on my nephews birthday, with all the family, the close friends and the highly populated female attendance.

F*ck yeah.

Pro-naawn-s it like this.

Rise and shine!

I read this post about mispronounced food and thought I'd share. Enjoy!

 "Our reference has been The International Menu Speller, by Kenneth N. and Lois E. Anderson (New York: John Wiley & Sons, 1993), unless we disagreed, and then we provided our own pronunciation. Some of these you may disagree with -- feel free to rat us out!"

Basil (bay-zill)
Boudin (the Cajun kind, "Boo-dan")
Bouillabaisse (booyah bahss)
Bruschetta (broo-SKEH-tah)
Buffet (boo-fay)
Cabernet sauvignon (cabber-nay so-vin-yahwn)
Caramel (car-ah-mel)
Charcuterie (shahr-KOO-tuhr-ee)
Chipotle (chi-poht-lay)
Chorizo (chore-eetz-zo)
Cognac (cone-yack)
Coq au vin (co-ooh-vin)
Crudite (crew-da-tay)
Endive (en-dive)
Escargot (es-car-goh)
Espresso (es-press-o, no ex)
Fajitas (fah-hee-tahs)
Filet or Fillet (fill-ay)
Ghee (ghee, not jee)
Gnocchi (NYOH-kee)
Guacamole (wah-cah-moe-lay)
Gyro (YEER-oh)
Habanero (Hah-bahn-air-oh)
Herb (erb)
Horchata (orrchata, silent h, roll the r)
Hors d'oeuvres (ohr-derves)
Huitlacoche (wheet-lah-KOH-chay)
Mole (MOH-lay)
Muffuletta (MOO-fa-la-Tuh)

Nicoise (nee-swaahz)
Paczki (POONCH-key)
Paella (pie-aye-ya)
Pho (fuh)
Pinot noir (pee-no nwahr)
Pouilly-Fuisse (poo-yee fwee-SAY)
Prosciutto (proh-SHOO-toe)
Quinoa (keen-wah)
Sake (SAH-kay)
Sriracha (See-rah-cha)
Tortillas (tohr-tee-yahs)
Turmeric (ter-me-rick)
Vichyssoise (vee-she-swaaz)
Worcestershire Sauce (woos-ter-sheer saws)

source: "blogs.villagevoice.com"

Cheersss!

Ricky Martin is a FAG

F.J. Bliss: Please don't delete this post.

I called this out the day I saw him "Living La Vida Loca". After his long hiatus from the music business, the "fag" pops out of nowhere and announces his "fagitality" to the entire world, in both Spanish and English (http://www.rickymartinmusic.com/portal/news/news.asp?item=114532).

"I am proud to say that I am a fortunate homosexual man. I am very blessed to be who I am. "

Wow. The irony; dude, you're going straight to hell, how fortunate does that sound to you? If anything, your homosexuality is a curse.

"A few months ago I decided to write my memoirs.."

Only a fag would actually take the time and write a journal and refer to it as a memoir.

"Things that were too heavy for me to keep inside."

If you stop guzzling so much man-juice I'm sure you'll feel a lot lighter.

"At this moment I'm feeling the same freedom I usually feel only on stage, without a doubt, I need to share."

NO! Who the hell told you to share your faggotry with the world?! Wasn't Elton John enough!?

"For many years, there has been only one place where I am in touch with my emotions fearlessly and that's the stage."

"The Stage" is an analogy for "my b*tt-h*le".

"Ricky, what are you afraid of?" I would answer "the blood that runs through the streets of countries at war...child slavery, terrorism...the cynicism of some people in positions of power, the misinterpretation of faith."

This is coming from a guy who enjoys sodomy. And I'm pretty positive a fag knows a thing or two about faith.

Ricardo, oh Ricardo. Turns out "He Bangs He Bangs" after all you pole-smoking fag.

I'd like to end this by admitting that the title of this post was not what I originally wanted to use. My original title was "Ricky Martin Takes it Up *** *$$."

من اين لك هذا ؟

You walk around this country and all of a sudden , you come across things that you really try to make sense out of.

Those stuff you see, forces you to judge some people , no matter how hard you try to justify it for them but deep down you keep wondering, , WHERE DID HE GET THIS FROM? Is there any system that really focuses on how did people get such things relating their annual income and their work nature to their belongings? is he taking a piece of "The Cake" that some people get to taste while others can't?

Lately, I've been busy with work and school , so I decided to dedicate only one day of the week to play soccer with some work mates. I really needed to buy soccer shoes, since I used to play soccer with my jogging shoes which always flies and lands on somebody's head when I kick.

So, I decided to visit one of the Co-op branches and buy crappy shoes for my one day soccer game.

I was shocked. I had to take a picture of what I saw and share it with you guys because I can’t stop thinking about it! PLEASE HELP !

The sign above the car says "Muraqib Al-furou3".

I tried hard not to judge this guy. But yeah let me state what was going through my mind so you can neglect what I have already thought of from your provided jusitifications "If any"

Some people would say:

1-He comes from a rich family: then why wouldn’t his family support him to get a proper job other than Muraqib?

2-He wants to depend on himself: for God sake , open your own business.

3-His work nature forces the government to pay him that much of money to prevent any possibility that he get bribed: I've seen people working in the Oil Sector having accesses on government money and they don’t make the amount that allows them to afford this kind of cars.

4-He did not buy it with cash money , it was a loan: YEAH RIGHT!

Come on, don’t get me wrong. I'm just wondering here.I mean no harm , and I apologize for this guy if he came across this post by any chance.

The question still remains: bribe? money laundry? or I missjudged him? knowing that I still did not completely judge him.

Sun Kiss ღ♥ღ

Hello gorgeous people!!

Get your tan oils ready for this weekend!

Lets just hope it stays as forecasted.

P.s. After my guacamole post I couldn't resist but to go to chilis today and get me some chips salsa and guacamooleee ... hahaha .. 

Disjointed Thoughts

Nothing exciting to write about here. I just wanted an excuse to write about the best show you're not watching. 

That show would be Chuck. 

I love this show. Its a perfect mixture of comedy, drama, and action. I already gave you guys a synopsis way back when I started writing for this blog, now known as Sexual Napalm, so if you wanna know what this show is about, go to that post. 

This post is just a gentle reminder. 

Now I know those of you who started watching are not totally digging season 1. That's understandable. However, once you get to the middle of season 2, which granted is giving the show a lot of leeway, I guarantee you'll be hooked. 

So, please, give Chuck a chance. With FlashForward slowly dying, you kinda have an extra hour to kill. Sure I could tell you to read a book (High Fidelity or something). Sure, I could tell you to hit the gym (because you're a fat sack of shit and summer's here). But no. 

Watch Chuck. 

100

Awwwww, snap. Sexual Napalm (which is going to be the new name of this blog if me and Rx have our way, and WE WILL) has hit magic number 100.

I know I said I wouldn't bring this up again, but old habits die hard. We simply need to call this blog Sexual Napalm. I think that we, as a blog of 100 posts now, are grown up enough to do it.

Mazel Tov, SEXUAL NAPALM.

Yeah, that's right. I brought the Yiddish out. You just wait til we get to 200.

We're gonna give our blog a bar mitzvah. (Sexual Napalm is totally a boy.)

EDIT: I wrote this a week ago in preparation for post 100. It's a little late, obviously, but oh well. Que sera sera.

Haters, this one's for you!

To all of you haters out there, I'm feeling generous today and I will be dedicating an entire post just for you! Basically this post is about me hating on you!

I never understood why some people love to hate. I never understood how can someone live his/her life with so much anger towards anyone. I never understood how a lot of people walk around everyday carrying so much negative energy. I find it extremely difficult to deal with such people; their company is just too depressing. These people; along with another group who just love to pick on everyone around them trying to put them down, are what I'd like to call haters.
If you have any of the "Haters" symptoms then I strongly recommend you go see a shrink. If your life revolves around harassing people and creating so much drama for them then, yes you have a problem, yes it is YOU, and no its not normal. Reality check: The person you hate on does not wake up in the morning thinking of you, unlike you they don't care about you and it's highly unlikely that they know you exist. Also, the person you hate on doesn't have a plan to destroy you. Believe it or not that person wishes you well; a permanent cure! One last thing, the person you hate on has a life beyond you, hard to believe I know since he/she is your only obsession. For the umpteenth time understand this and accept it "We Don't care."

Anyway, I already said that I'm feeling generous today and I will be fair with you haters and mention some of the many great advantages you bring to us. First, you guys are a great source of entertainment. You make us laugh, and that's always good. Second, having you around makes us appreciate the sanity we seem to underestimate most of the time. You also teach us a lesson about the greatness of forgiveness. We don't blame you; no it's all your mommy/daddy issues, all your low/high self esteem issues, and even your own messed up genes. Finally, you make our day when we see that your own sad schemes and plans backfires on you so tragically every time. Didn't you hear that karma is a bitch?

Haters, you do need to understand one thing. Even though you do have all these pluses, we still don't wish to have you in our life; directly or indirectly. We still have hope that you will vanish at some point. It's very clear that life is better without you, even you know it. I understand that you can't help but feel jealous, but I'm sorry shrinks are there for a reason. Get some therapy, seriously you need it!

P.S
Even though this post is about you, leave your comments to yourself. My generosity has limits, and I think this is as far as it goes. If you have anything bad to say then I say keep your comments to yourself and get a life instead. As for the rest of us, normal people, feel free to hate on them.

Gu-Gua-Gu-Guacamole

"Hello, my name is FJ Bliss, and I'm an addict."

One of my oh-sooo-many-addictions, is CHIPS AND SALSA.

Once I start, I just can't stop. It's seriously addictive.

Now, the second best part about having chips and salsa is the SALSA!! or the dips in general. Normally, I dip the chips in either the salsa dip, or RANCH *drools*. its just so great.

Last week, after a busy long day full of meetings! I chilled by the pool, enjoyed the sunshine and ordered some chips. Nothing better than relaxing and eating.

The side dips for the chips were salsa and GUACAMOLE.

Confession: I HATE AVOCADO. I have no idea why? I just hate it. I always ask the waiters to remove avocado from everything I eat, specially when it comes to Japanese food.

It looked delicious, so I decided to try Guacamole (for the first time ever). 


Writing a post about it, clearly, I am having a guacamole love affair. It's soooooo satisfying!!!


It was devastatingly good. Devastating because I will now want this permanently and i'm not sure if I can keep up with the quite high calories in it. Damn.


So you'd like to make great guacamole? 


Ciao bellas!

Their Stay Was Short Lived

For those of you who were invested in the show V, you can breathe a sigh of relief now. It's back this Tuesday, which is also the night Lost airs. Before you say "HEYA! Two shows I like are going to air back to back!", consider this fascinating tidbit. Every show that aired in the spot after Lost has been canceled. 

It's no coincidence. People who watch Lost don't want to watch another show full of mysteries and myths to decode. They want to unwind and think about what the fuck just happened on Lost. I don't give a crap about reptilian aliens after watching Ricardus being told that he has to kill the man in black. (Line of the night, by the way: "She said your English is awesome.") 

Add to that the fact that V went on a four month hiatus and has a new show runner installed at the helm (Chuck's Scott Rosenbaum) and things don't look good for Elizabeth Mitchell and company. I'll check it out because I like Scott Rosenbaum and want to see what he's gonna bring to the show, but it doesn't look good. 

At least V is better than FlashForward. 

Roaaaaad House

Don't you just hate it when you try to overtake the douche that's not speeding on the left lane, and as soon as you do the IDIOT speeds?

Don’t you just hate people who drive below 80km on the left lane and don't budge even if you stick your front bumper up their car's ass?

Don't you just hate those douchebags who speed on the left lane and flicker you nonstop to move, but you refuse since you're on the speed limit?

Don't you just hate it when you're speeding on the left lane, obviously going over 120km, and another car enters your way, forcing you to brake like your life depended on it, ruining the speed-induced intensity and rush you've been gathering since you first put your foot on the pedal?

Don't you just hate it when for some unapparent reason everyone on the way to work isn't going over the speed of 80km, while you're in a hurry to get to a meeting that's in 5 minutes?

Don't you just hate it when you're circling the roundabout and some F@#KER enters, almost crashes into you and looks at you like it was your fault?? I WAS THERE FIRST YOU MOTHERF@%KER!

Don't you just hate people who signal left, but suddenly change their minds and go right?

Don’t you just hate it when people DON'T signal before turning, throwing you off and forcing you to brake real hard?

Don’t you just hate people who think they own the road?

Don’t you just hate those damn buggies doing wheelies on the middle of the road, forcing you to be extra careful not to run into them?

Don’t you just hate it when a car switches 3-4 lanes at once in order to enter an exit, causing you and the people around you to brake for their lives?

Don’t you just hate it when a minimum of 4 cars violently following 1 really crappy car with 2 girls who barely look good enough for my shoe?

Don't you just hate the persistence of a male driver following a female driver, signaling for her number as she tries her absolute best to ignore him and once she says NO he sees it as a sign of approval, thus following her all day long?

Don’t you just hate it when an Indian driver leans on your car (enam 3alaik or 3alaich) and you honk the horn and "respectfully" tell him it's OK, and he replies with a "it's your fault" hand sign?

Don’t you just hate it when you're driving to an important meeting and some douchebag follows you and starts revving his engine wanting to race? KILISH MU WAGTIK!

Don’t you just hate it when your speeding in traffic, turning left and right (tibitwin) and all of a sudden some Indian driver pops out of nowhere and throws your "Fast and Furious" rhythm off?

Exercise FAIL

"Deekooor!!"

**Sorry RX I kinda stole your word!

I recently learned what "Dekoor" is all about. I finally found the right word to describe what the majority of Kuwaities are turning into. I think the plural is "Dekorat"? I'm actually not sure. Anyway, I just wanted to get this off my chest; being a "Dekor" makes you not only pathetic but also a joke.
First of all, for you who aren't familiar with the term "Dekoor" I'll try to explain the best way I can. You know those people, who constantly talk about themselves and what they own and how all this make them so awesome? To clarify, "Dekoor" is the definition of an individual who tries so hard to get people's attention through a number of pathetic attempts such as talking about oneself's materialistic belongings, "Super powers", and even wealth.
How to be a "Dekoor"? The most obvious and popular method in the process of becoming a "Dekoor" is to simply make up stuff about yourself that you think will make you the object of everyone's envy. Whenever you strike a conversation make sure you mention your G5, your brand new limited and very pimped up edition lambo, and of course your vilas in every beach around the world. Extra points will be added if you say that your father owns a resturant or a country club!
If you don't wanna be too obvious then don't worry there are other ways!! If you're a girl then I say go to the nearest unauthentic bags store and load yourself with Hermés bags, and while you're at it get all the colors as well. When you're done, head out to the fakest Jewllery shop and get yourself a very fake Van Cleef and Arples earrings, necklaces, braclets, you know what just get the whole collection, so it goes perfectly with your fake Rolex, and Cartier love bracelet. You're still not yet the perfect "Dekoor", next step is the most crucial step of the process. The next step involves you sitting with your "friends", telling them all about your trips around the world and how much you love going to stores and buying very real and authentic accessories. When that's done, you can officially call yourself a "Dekoor".
If you want to learn more about becoming a "Dekoor", then I suggest you go to places where they're seen often like Salhiya, Raya, and most importanatly Exhibitions! If you want easy access to them, then I highly advise you to just declare your dedication to being a "Dekoor" and then you'll be automatically invited; they do come in big groups.
Finally and just for the record, I'm not saying everyone who drives a lambo is a "Dekoor", nor everyone who's into fashion. I personally love fashion and I'm all in favor of the whole "Dress to impress" thing; all I'm saying is that real people don't care about fake things. So, why be fake?

Movies to watch - IV

On my 'to watch' list for this week (OR, whenever it's out; as in a clear copy):

• Alice in Wonderland - Watch Trailer - "Nineteen-year-old Alice (Mia Wasikowska) is attending party at a lavish country estate when she sees a white rabbit with a pocket watch dart into the bushes. Curious, she follows the rabbit to an enormous tree, and tumbles down a hole that takes her to Underland, a strange world inhabited by anthropomorphic creatures."

- Critic's Ratings: 6/10

- Avg User Rating: 8/10

• The Bounty Hunter - Watch Trailer - "Milo Boyd, a down-on-his-luck bounty hunter, gets his dream job when he is assigned to track down his bail-jumping ex-wife, reporter Nicole Hurly. He thinks all that's ahead is an easy payday, but when Nicole gives him the slip so she can chase a lead on a murder cover-up, Milo realizes that nothing ever goes simply with him and Nicole. The exes continually one-up each other."

- Critic's Rating: 4/10

- Avg. User Rating: 6/10

- FJ Bliss Rating: N/A

** update: watched it, loved it. While laughing at the funny parts; I found my friend and I are the only ones laughing.... which felt weird. 

• She's Out Of My League - Watch Trailer - A Romance Comedy "An airport security guard gets involved with a girl who's very obviously of a higher caliber than himself, and schemes to make the relationship last as his friends and family watch along in disbelief."

- Critic's Rating: 4/10

- Avg. User Rating: 8/10

and I also watched GreenBerg's Trailer, but not too excited to watch the movie.

Wishing everyone a great weekend!

Good news, shorty.

I personally would rather die before wearing something like this.

wait, WHAT?

A few minutes ago i was reading through Ansam's blog and I read this post, I LAUGHED OUT LOUD omg its hilariiouuss and thought i'd share!!

Hahahahah!! AWESOME subtitle ...... 

Thank you Ansam!

Ansams post: "http://ansam518.wordpress.com/2010/03/25/funny-side-note/"

Lists Not Applicable

There has been a lot of commotion at SEXUAL NAPALM (It's not 42 anymore. The committee has decided.) about why girls are awesome or how guys are awesome and all that crap. I'm saying screw that. (Sorry FD. You're still the shit.) 

What everyone needs to know, what I know everyone wants to know, is that I- yes, me, moi, yo, yours truly, eee ana- am awesome. 

In the words of the narrator at the beginning of Pushing Daisies, "the facts are these." 

There's no denying this. There have been countless studies done, which can be found at yousuckandidont.com, about my awesomeness. Based on any rating scale you wish to employ, I score off the charts. This is just undeniably true. 

I'm extremely funny. I know you think- nay, you know (yeah that's right suckers, I went old English on your uneducated asses)- this to be true. How do I know? Every time you laugh at one of my numerous jokes, your computer sends a PING to my phone, and my phone beeps to no end. Thanks to you guys, I barely have battery on my phone. Oh damn, here goes my phone again. 

You might be saying, "Gee Bodie, what the fuck? Awesome people don't need to tell people they're awesome." This might have been true in the past, but we live in a world where someone with an ass as awesome as Kim Kardashian's can get dumped. Now I know Reggie Bush is a dumb jock, but damn man. I mean you hooked up with her after you knew she had a sex tape out, after you knew she made a deal with a porno distributor to make money off that porno, and you dump her because you can't handle the spotlight? What the fuck man? This would have all been avoided had someone pulled Reggie aside and said, "Just look at that ass. That ass cannot be dumped."

So yes, people need to be reminded in this day and age. (Especially on a day like today, where I find out some autistic kid has a perfect NCAA bracket. How the hell does that happen? I smell conspiracy, NCAA. Test that kid for Performance Enhancing Drugs!) So this is my gentle reminder: I am awesome. 

If you don't agree, then you suck as a human being and the world will be a better place when you leave it. 

Douche bag. 

"If you occupy my park adapt my disability!"

I love this! As soon as I saw this at one of my friend's facebook page, I just had to post about it. Apparently this is in Kuwait, and I have actually seen something similar in Shuwaikh Co-op. The words are harsh, but I think its just perfect. Some people are so insensitive, and they need a dose of their own medicine. When anyone parks in a handicapped parking zone without thinking of all the other people who actually need it; that's just pure selfishness. I've seen it happen right in front of me in so many occasions, sadly in places of education like my own University, where we have a number of handicapped students. I hope that this will in fact trigger some sensibility into some people. It definitely got to me and I never park there.
I think we need more awareness about the matter, I believe some people still don't get it. What do you think?

Evil In A Bottle

Quick thoughts on tonight's awesome episode of Lost, the Richard Alpert centric "Ab Aeterno,":

• Damn, that was a cool episode. Eyeliner dude is pretty messed up.
  
• While I didn't understand the timing of this flashback episode going in, especially so late in the final season of the show, I kinda get it now. If we knew what drove Richard before, then we would have just been like "Isabella should just appear now and tell Ricardo what to do."
  
• Any episode where Jack gets told off is AWESOME! Way to go, Hurley. Way to fuckin' go.

All right so we knew going in that Richard was touched by Jacob, and that's why he didn't seem to age. We also knew that Richard was an old dude and that he's been on the Island, as an adviser, for a long time. We didn't know what made him tick. Well, now we do. Richard Alpert is the most important pawn in this game of good and evil.

More to come soon from the Island guarded by the Devil.

10 reasons why girls are awesome!

The title speaks for itself.

What makes us awesome?
1) Girls are caring.
It is probably a stereotype that girls tend to be more sensitive than guys, however I personally believe its true. This is exactly why girls do care a lot more than guys. The way we see it; communication and talking about feelings is what makes us girls show you guys that we're there. I'm not saying guys are careless emotionless creatures, even though this applies to many, I'm saying that guys don't know how to express themselves when they do finally care. Therefore we don't see you being caring at all.
2) Girls are more understanding.
Unless the girl is a complete drama queen or a neurotic nagger, then we all know that girls are more understanding. We do get a little bit too emotional at times, but when it all passes we do try to understand. If you're still having difficulties agreeing, then remember all the times you had a fight with a girl you know, and look at the ways she treated the situation. Just because we cry doesn't mean we don't understand. Don't we just forgive at the end?
3) Girls are sweet.
Need I say more? We all know that girls are sweet. I'm not saying this because I'm a girl; guys can be sweet sometimes. However girls are sweet by nature, and that's what attracts you guys to us. You can't resist the way we treat you.
4) Girls are self-centered, but in a good way.
How is that? Well, we take good care of ourselves. Sometimes we over do it, but have you ever wondered why? Of course it's for you. There's a saying that says that women try to look good to impress other women. Maybe there's some truth to that, but in the bigger sense I think it's safe to say that we do it for that special someone we care about.
5) Girls are givers.
You can't deny this one! Yes, we do ask a lot sometimes, and we can get a bit too demanding. BUT when we give, we give it all. At times it even backfires on us.
6) Girls are emotional.
Why is this a good thing? Because if we weren't so emotional we would all be living in an emotional-free world, where people would be treated like robots. Why is this good again? For those of you who still think that emotions makes us weaker or irrational; emotions is what gets you falling in love in the first place. If a guy doesn't get his right dose of love he will more likely be stressed. Having someone that fills up your life with affection relieves your anxiety; it's scientifically proven.
7) Girls are forgiving.
Forgiveness doesn't come cheap. We make you pay for it, but in the end all is forgiven. We may not show you that we forgave you, but we actually do. I came to this conclusion based on my own personal experiences and other girls', so just trust me on this.
8) Girls have good taste.
Girls care about fashion. They care about their looks and the way they smell. This all reflects on their great taste. If a girl takes a special interest in the way she looks, that means she has good taste. You may complain about how much time, money, and effort we put on the way we dress but I know deep down you care as well.
9) Girls are appreciative.
We do appreciate you. We do appreciate everything we have; we just don't know how to show it. Although you may find it hard to believe, but we do thank god everyday for the good things in life. This can be seen in the way we treat people and things around us.
10) Girls are just simply awesome.
What makes us so awesome? The fact that you can't live without us just says it all.

The purpose of this post is to remind you, the guys, of how amazing we are and how it's important for you to appreciate us like we do with you. It is also a friendly reminder to other girls of the greatness that they are.

P.S Guys are awesome too, but if you have a list then bring it on.

I Love It When I'm Right

Sorry for the late recap this week, people, but hey, better late than never, right?

The "Recon" episode wasn't one full of revelations or surprises (I think that part of the series has shifted to the Ilana part of the island), but we did witness the return of everyone's favorite con man, James Ford. Y'all might know him better as Sawyer, but make no mistake, that was a James Ford episode more than it was a Sawyer one.

Allow me to explain. Ford is basically Sawyer's conscience, his constant, to borrow another Lost word. Whereas Sawyer is the con man, the dude with no feelings, Ford is the guy that wants somebody to love and be loved by, and he shows it by showing up with flowers and a beer or by handing over his most treasured folder over to his partner/confidant, Miles. (How many of you were shocked to see James Ford as a LAPD Detective, especially after he helped Kate evade the authorities in the season premiere? Also, Ford and Miles is not only a title for a cool cop show, it also should be the motor company's slogan.)

Where was i? Oh right. James Ford. On the Island, Sawyer wasn't his usual con man self as well. Knowing what he knew, he wanted to get the hell off the Island. He told Jin what he knew but when Jin told him about Sun, he decided to stay a while. James Ford strikes again.

I could go on listing the many times this has happened, but I won't. Remember in my old "The Substitute" recap, I told you that Sawyer was running a long confidence scam on Smokemon? What did I tell you?

I knew Sawyer wasn't going to be all about himself, especially not after his stint as Jim LaFleur, Dharma head of security. He feels he has a responsibility towards his friends, and he's gonna keep his end of the bargain intact and try to save them. You know its too bad Sawyer can't be the candidate (or can he? I'm not so sure) because he would have made a damn good one.

Now? Now Sawyer has to be the guy who saves everyone from Smokemon.

It's a better job if you ask me.

PQ

 F. D Bliss and I decided to have dinner at PQ. (Btw I'd like to take this chance to welcome F. D. since she recently joined the blog and became one of the writers.. )

It's been a while since I last had dinner there, I normally go for breakfast with my friends or family but rarely dinner. Weather was windy but great nonetheless.

PQ is a place where I want to eat. A friendly restaurant, casual but nice enough to make dinner feel a little special.

I love love their breakfast/brunch menu. I was about to order something from Breakfast section instead :p  However, we decided to orders stuff we haven't tried before.

Roasted Sausage and Potatoes

Lamb and kouskous - D E L I S H. but a little spicey

Always good to dine with you F.D! xoxo

Cheers!