favorite bob ong qoutes

Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao lalo na kung hindi ikaw ang bida sa script na napili niya.

Minsan kelangan mo ng lakas para sabihing mahina ka.

…ayokong sabihing susubok naman ako ng iba. Walang “iba”. Wala akong iiwan, meron lang babalikan. Kung meron mang iba sa ginawa ko, yun ay ang Bobong Pinoy. Kung may magsasabi man sa hinaharap na: “Sana nagpatawa ka na lang!” Yun ay opinyong handa kong tanggapin. Marami ang kaya at pwedeng gumawa ng mga isinusulat ko ngayon para sa mga mambabasa, pero ang gusto kong isulat at gawin para sa sarili, walang pwedeng tumupad kundi ako. Inumpisahan ko ang dialogue sa ikatlong libro para ipakilala sa mambabasa ang fiction. Umatras pa ‘ko ng bahagya sa ikaapat para mas maging kumportable sila dito. Sa mga susunod pa, pwede na siguro ako magtangka ng maikling kwento o nobela. Tulad ng pagsusulat ko, ayoko rin kasi malimitahan ang pagbabasa ng mga tao sa iisang klase ng libro…

Sa mga taong di nagpaparamdam sa kanilang mga kaibigan e mabuting patayin nalang namin kayo para magparamdam kayo.

Parang eskwelahan din ang buhay e. Marami kang pag-aaralan, pero hindi naman lahat ‘yon e importante at kailangan mong matutunan.

Tipong pag sinabihan ka ng sorry, pwedeng sumama pa ang loob mo. Pero pag sinabihan ka na ng SUPER SORRY, naku - bawal na magtampo! Kasi super na yan.

Makakapagbago ka lang kung kaya mo nang aminin na hindi mo mapagkakatiwalaan ang sarili mong pag-iisip, dahil ito rin ang nagtutulak sa ‘yo sa bisyo.

Hell ang high school. Cool.

Pag binisita ka ng idea, gana, o inspirasyon, kailangan mong itigil LAHAT ng ginagawa mo para lang di masayang ang pagkakataon.

Masama akong tao, tulad mo, sa parehong paraan na mabuti kang tao, tulad ko.

Nalaman kong habang lumalaki ka, maraming beses kang madadapa. Bumangon ka man ulit o hindi, magpapatuloy ang buhay, iikot ang mundo, at mauubos ang oras.

Obligasyon kong maglayag, karapatan kong pumunta sa kung saan ko gusto, responsibilidad ko ang buhay ko.

Kumain ka na ng siopao na may palamang pusa o maglakad sa bubog nang nakayapak, pero wag na wag kang susubok mag-drugs. Kung hindi mo kayang umiwas, humingi ka ng tulong sa mga magulang mo dahil alam nila kung saan ang mga murang supplier at hindi ka nila iisahan.

Hikayatin mo lahat ng kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas kawawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa.

Iba ang walang ginagawa sa gumagawa ng wala

Para san ba ang cellphone na may camera? Kung kailangan sa buhay un, dapat matagal na kong patay.

Kung paniniwalaan namin kayo na hindi naglaro ng tubig kahit na basa ang damit n’yo, kayo ang niloloko namin; Hindi kayo ang nakapanloloko.

women...

Women and bathing suits...

I have just been through the annual pilgrimage of torture and humiliation known as buying a bathing suit. When I was a child, the bathing suit for the woman with a mature figure was designed for a woman with a mature figure.
Boned, trussed, and reinforced, those swim suits were not so much sewn as engineered. They were built to hold back and uplift and they did a darn good job.

Today, stretch-fabric bathing suits are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure chipped out of marble. The woman with a mature figure has little choice. She can either front up at the maternity wear department and try on a floral costume with a skirt and come away looking like a hippopotamus that has escaped from Fantasia - or she can wander around any run-of-the-mill bathing costume departments and try to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of fluoro rubber bands.

What choice did I have? I wandered around. I made my choice and disappeared in to the small chamber of horrors known as the fitting room.

The first thing I noticed about the bathing suit was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch material. The Lycra that goes into bathing suits was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch small rockets by a sling shot. And it comes with the bonus that as long as you can lever your body into a lycra suit, you can protect your vital organs from shark attack; the reason being that any shark foolish enough to take a swipe at your passing midriff would immediately suffer from jaw whiplash injury.

I fought my way into the first suit but as I twanged the last shoulder strap in place, I gasped in horror. My bosom had disappeared. I found one cowering under my left armpit. It took a little longer to find the other - flattened
beside my 7th rib. The problem is" today's suits don't have bra cups.

The mature woman is meant to wear her bosom spread across her chest like a speed hump. I realigned my speed hump and turned to the mirror to make a full-view assessment. The suit fit all right. Unfortunately it only fit those
bits of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out of the top, bottom, and sides. I looked like a lump of playdough wearing an undersized piece of cling wrap. As I tried to work out where all these extra bits of me had come from, the sales girl poked her head around the curtain. "Oh, there y'all are," she gasped.

"Yes, they are ALL me," I replied, looking at the extra bits. "What else have you got?"

I tried on a crinkled cream one which made me look like designer tape. I tried on a floral two-piece which made me look like an oversized napkin in a napkin ring. I struggled into one of leopard skin with a ragged frill and ended up looking like Tarzan on an off day. I donned a black one with a net midriff and looked like a jellyfish in mourning, and I tried on a pink one whose legs were so high cut I would have needed to wax my eyebrows to
wear it!

Finally - success. I found the one that fit. A two piece with a short style bottom and halter neck top. It was cheap, comfortable, and bulge friendly.

I bought it. When I got home I read the label: "Material may become transparent in water." I am determined to wear it. I just have to learn how to do the breaststroke on dry land.

another..truth

Ten Things You'll Never Hear A Woman Say

10. What do you mean, today's our anniversary?
9. Can we not talk to each other tonight? I'd just rather watch TV.
8. Ohh, this diamond ring is way too big!
7. And for our honeymoon, we're going fishing in Alaska.
6. Can our relationship get a little more physical? I'm tired of being "just friends".
5. Honey, does this outfit make my butt look too small?
4. Aww, don't stop for directions, I'm sure you'll be able to figure out how to get there.
3. Is that phone for me? Tell 'em I'm not there.
2. I don't care if it's on sale, 300 dollars is too much for a designer dress.
1. Hey, pull my finger!

the truth..

Ten Things You'll Never Hear A Man Say

10. Here Honey, you use the remote.
9. You know, I'd like to see her again, but her breasts are just too big.

8. Ooh, Antonio Banderas AND Brad Pitt? Now that's one movie I gotta see!
7. While I'm up, can I get you anything?
6. Honey, since we don't have anything else planned, can you go to the wallpaper store with me?
5. Sex isn't that important; sometimes I just want to be held.
4. Why don't you go to the mall with me and help me pick out a pair of shoes?
3. Awww, forget Monday Night Football, let's watch Melrose Place.
2. Hey, let me hold your purse while you try that on.
1. We never talk anymore.

ALWAYS...

Single Woman's Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep.
Please don't send me no more creeps.
Please just send me one good man.
One without a wedding band.

One good man who's sweet as pie.
Who brushed his teeth and doesn't lie.
Who dresses neat and doesn't smell.
And is sexy like my man Denzel.
Is super-rich like Michael J.
On second thought, that's okay.

Man, if I should die before I wake,
that would truly take the cake;
No matrimony or honeymoon.
No fancy reception planned for June.
No throwing of the wedding bouquet.
Please, God, don't let me go out that way.
If I die before I meet Mr. Right
I won't go out without a fight.
But then again with my luck,
He'd probably be just some schmuck.

The single life is not that bad
I know it's just a passing fad.
I won't be blue. I will not frown.
Besides, I like my toilet seat down.
No more makeup, won't comb my hair.
So never mind this stupid prayer.

The single life will do just fine.
So what's up, girlfriend?
IT'S PARTY TIME!!!!

crazy/bitchy/naughty ME

Kiss on the stomach = I'm ready

~Kiss on the Forehead = I hope we're together forever

~Kiss on the Ear = Your my everything

~Kiss on the Cheek = You look so cute

~Kiss on the Hand = I adore you

~Kiss on the Neck = We belong together

~Kiss on the Shoulder = I want you

~Kiss on the Lips = I love you


What the gesture means...


~Holding Hands = We definitely like each other

~Slap on the butt = That's mine

~Holding on tight = I don't want to let go

~Looking into each other's Eyes = I just plain love you

~Playing with Hair = Tell me you love me

~Arms around the Waist = I love you too much to let go

~Laughing while Kissing = I am completely comfortable with you

SOURCE:
http://www.trap17.com/forums/Meaning-Kiss-t50080.html

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