Mistress of none --a true Blueblooded Bitch

kulasisi:(n)is a Tagalog term for Mistress. They are often referred to as Kalaguyo,Kabit,Querida,Kahati,Mang-aagaw,Number 2,3,4..etc.etc... These are my thoughts.. my life as i live it .. without limit, uncensored,and uncut.

"I SHALL HAVE NO MASTER FOR I AM THE MISTRESS OF NONE..."

.:Friday, June 01, 2001:.

Frigging archives.. *sniff* *sniff* as of now, i'm still trying my BEST to link the archive to my addy. I'm a FAILURE. ]:(
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 1:55 AM|:.

.:Thursday, May 31, 2001:.

more problems

after the blogger, there goes my guestbook...then my site ... then NOW my frigging archives!! they are giving me a headache! :( Help!! helppppppppp!! Ggrrr!!
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 11:12 PM|:.

.:Wednesday, May 30, 2001:.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

posted by .:|kulasisi @ 2:10 PM|:.

.:Tuesday, May 29, 2001:.

GB's baccccck

posted by .:|kulasisi @ 3:50 PM|:.

This topic is a ~~bit~~ mushy and some people might find it corny. So? *smirks* dedicated to uhmm
of love & lovers

As you literally stare at a loving, sweet couple-- have you ever wondered when will it be your turn to love and be loved? Your hands that be held? Your ears whispered into? Isn't it a bit irritating that some people were able to find their so-called "LOVE" and there you are, alone, incomplete and empty. Well some people are meant to be alone, got to accept that fact and it’s ok-- (as long as it's not me). They said that the right one will come along, you need not look for her/him. But then you've been waiting for such a long time that you start to lose hope. Deep in yourself, you know that you are ready. It's your time.
Love is a gamble. More often than not, you lose. You give your heart the chance to decide for you. You made changes. You made plans, only to realize that it made a BAD decision. Loving is not easy. You give your all and you end up being hurt, but that shouldn't stop you from living and believing in love. At a point, you'll just have to let go. When all of you is yelling that you still love that person despite the pain and the awful things done to you …stop & remember that you got to love yourself too. Spare some love for yourself. She'll/ he'll not be the last person you'll gonna love. During these times…cheer up. Keep your chin high! The more hurt you are-- the louder the laughter should be. STOP PINING.
Do you find yourself in love with someone who doesn't know that you even exist? He/she fills all your senses… you spent your day daydreaming about him/her & the two of you together. It's ok…it's natural-- just DON'T BREATHE HIM/HER because if you do-- YOU'RE SICK MAN! Go make yourself busy with someone who'll value you. Then you'll realize that a fantasy is a fantasy and reality may bite but you get results!
LOVE is best when the feeling is mutual.
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 1:03 AM|:.

it's refreshing that someone wrote me and told me that she reads my blogs. :) i just love receiving mails! hehe.. she admitted that she's a bitch too! cool huh?!
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 1:01 AM|:.

.:Monday, May 28, 2001:.

GB's out of ORDER!!

Frigging Guestbook! waaaaaaa!! my guestbook got busted! i don't know what the hell happened. I was just trying to see if there are new entries... and what did i get? NOTHING! i see myself browsing the Homepage of the provider. Anyway, i wrote them about the problem.. hope that it can be fixed and all. They gave me 48 hours depending on the volume of complains and nature of my problem! that would be 2 days! 2 frigging daaaaaaaaaaays! waaaaaaaaaa!! i think i can handle that-- *breathes deeply* i'm cool. so, there-- i have a so-called GB and yet it's not working!! *sigh* *sigh* *sigh*
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 9:57 PM|:.

It's school time again! I'm not sure if I'm going to be a full pledged student this year since I'm not yet enrolled. I haven't been to my school lately. I'm to lazy to go and too damn afraid to check on my grades.
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 2:16 PM|:.

it's all about the money

If ever there would be a thing that man wanted the most it would be money. Money makes the world go round. Money can buy you power, pleasure, prestige and all those stuff. It is really hateful to be poor you know… Wanting or needing something that you can't have because you can't afford it. But certainly it's not the root of all evil. Its man's wicked mind, greed and need. Money is just an instrument used to act out the evil side of man. I know people who value their money too much that they don't enjoy life anymore. Money is invented to give man pleasure. To help man have a comfortable enjoyable life. What would be the use of working hard to earn money if not to enjoy it? It's their prerogative but it's their lost really. People who love money too much is taboo to me. I mean, this person who has a lot of money doesn't want to spent a nickel for his own food, if he is hungry -- he would go to another person's house and check out the kitchen. What kind of a life is that? He would always depend on other people to feed him. Not to mention people who keep on mentioning and fighting about money. It seems that their world revolve it. If they could, they would bring their money with them to the grave. What a sad, sad life they got.
Love your money and die a miserable man.
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 1:46 PM|:.

.:Sunday, May 27, 2001:.

her bitchiness

In every girl that breathes air, there's a bitch that lives in her. Bitch is a malicious, spiteful, domineering woman. Am I bitch? BUT OF COURSE!!!! I'm a little malicious, a bit spiteful and 50% domineering.

I took the bitch test remember? I was so shocked to see the result. I was expecting more. Anyway, for the longest time -- I remember being good and friendly but sometimes there are people that you know… just brings out the bitch in you. I have met several people like that… they're not doing anything to me.. I just want to be snotty and bitchy to them. In my crazy world, they deserve it.
Bitchiness cannot be learned.. its something that's natural. You just have to let it out. I think being nice for years is enough, it's time to let the bitch in me out. The people who knows the real me, knows that I'm a bitch. I fight back, I say what's on my mind out loud. I say what I think of you right there on your face. That's me. If I like you-- then I like you, if I don't well… stay the hell away from me.
There's a negative notion that's attached with bitchiness… what the heck, I know better right? They can say what they want and I won't care. I might think about their commentaries for a while but then I say , to hell with them and live my life. We have our flaws and weaknesses to.. But I'll not divulge it. That would give them the upper hand. So naturally, I hate people who act as if they know me, Don't we all?
Needless to say, I'm a proud to be a bitch.
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 10:37 AM|:.

Through the Fire
I look in your eyes & I can see
You love so dangerously
You're not trusting your heart to anyone
You tell me you're gonna play it smart
We're through before we start
But I believe that we've only just begun
When it's this good there's no saying No
I want you so, I'm ready to go

chorus
Through the fire
To the limit, to the wall
For a chance to be with you
I'd gladly risk it all
Through the fire
Through whatever, come what may
For a chance of loving you
I'd take it all the way
Right down to the wire
Even through the fire
I know you're afraid of what you feel
You still need time to heal
And I can help if you'll only let me try
You touched me and something in me knows
What I could have with you
Well I'm not ready to kiss that dream goodbye
When it's this sweet there's no saying No
I need you so, I'm ready to go
Repeat chorus
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Now i need some cold beer!! gonna got to get my hair fixed!!!
posted by .:|kulasisi @ 9:41 AM|:.