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Friday, January 28, 2005

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top ten quotable quotes said in my presence....

10. when asked why he can't just be nice (ok, this was not personally said in my presence but hey, i was watching the movie, wasn't i?)...
"because the world isn't nice."

9. when asked why i hated the holidays in one of my classes in college, i answered...
"it turns all of us into hypocites. it makes enemies into friends only to be enemies the next day. in some sadistic way, those who are capable of merry-making do so in front of those who can't. it forces giving only to be ridiculed for not giving enough. some spirit huh?"

8. thinking aloud (in reference to puerto galera where we're planning to have a long overdue break)...
"puerto...puerta! (this coming from someone as tact as they get)"

7. after detailing her fantastic night with one of our friends...
"i'm such a slut! am i not?"

6. after learning that s. williams beat m. sharapova in the aussie open '05...
"good! i hate that bitch! (referring to sharapova)"

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5. after i made the above comment...
"sabagay, support you own color"

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4. when asked whether a friend was gay...
"i hate labels, why can't i just be myself. (by the way, she is gay...been living with her partner for 2 years now)"

3. model walked past us...
"maybe we can ask her to have threesome. (if girls can dream, so can boys)"

2. after a drinking session turned into a pity trip...
"read a book, get a massage, eat at expensive restaurants, go on a trip, f*ck somebody. it's called self-empowerment, you know."

1. in almost every time we feel annoyed, depressed, flushed, embarassed, horny (hehe)...
"pisti! paksyet! you make me change color!"

(A/N: Credits go to Australian Open official website for the photos.)

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