Stop women violence

I just feel really breached whenever I see or hear stories about emotionally or physically abused women. I am not what you call a feminist but really, I don't think it's appropriate to treat us the weak gender.

Weeks ago, I have read a story about a Japanese girl, Junko Furuta, who was tortured to death for 44 days. Having read her story, I felt pain, agony and mercy for the poor girl. I don't want to get into details but she was gang-raped, fed cockroaches and urine to drink, hands tied to the ceiling and body used as a punching bag and lit her body by a lighter to burn. Junko already begged her torturers to kill her on Day 40 since having experienced such would make anyone wish to die.

She doesn't even deserve that kind of treatment from her killers since she doesn't even know them. What's most terrifying about the story was, a lot of people (reportedly) knew about her being held hostage but nobody wanted to speak up for different reasons - one of them was fear of being gotten back to. 

What's sad was that, the killers didn't even serve reclusion perpetua or a death sentence since they were minors at that time. They only served 7-8 years in prison and now are freed men. 

It's just so sad that the murder of Junko Furuta didn't get the justice it deserved. And these murderers are again out. 

My Prince Charming

"My heart stops when you look at me. Just one touch and Baby I believe this is real so take a chance and don't ever look back"

I was all effed up last year. It started like as if I was in a roller coaster ride. My feelings fluctuated but it all circled around just with the negative adjectives you could think of. Lonely, miserable, sick, paranoid, underappreciated and effin oppressed. I remember how C and I watched "Miss you like crazy" emptying a Kleenex box as we internalized every John Lloyd-Bea crying moment until we went out of the theater. We were pathetic.

 I was like that for months. I didn't have the energy to even listen to Celine Lopez when she said that a girl is only permitted to be ugly, introvert, miserable for 3 weeks if she was from a bad break-up and yet I overstayed and took another 3.

But that's just fine. Heck, when I finally decided to look for a job and help myself because no one could but me, I looked for 2 jobs. I planned to busy myself with work to forget all about the life called LOVE.

I kinda felt happy and all just spending "ME" time, once in a while - with new friends and old, catching up with cousins and tourist-guiding my students. But, that was until JB.

I've known JB since I was 15. He's my buddy, Jonas' brother. And I mean younger brother. If cradle snatching were a crime, I'd be guilty as charged! Haha.. He's even younger than my biological brother. We've only exchanged His and Hellos when I visit Jonas during parties. Having said that, I never remembered him spoke to me. It's either he smirks at me or raises his eyebrows. But he NEVER said Hi. What a snob!

 

Last November, my 3-month old "trusty" laptop malfunctioned and being the panicky person that I am, I called the best, nearest possible help - Jonas, who referred me to JB since he was all computer geeky and techie-ish. And for a person who has been telling me that he doesn't like to study, he knows a lot when it comes to computers.

The first few days were the worst ever. Connection lost - I hate you Sky Broadband. Laptop broken. Classes missed. Students quit. Great! I couldn't even see what the silver lining was. I didn't know it was my techie boyfriend, after all.

Okay, I won't go into details but you know how the story began. And my addictions include:

His speaking voice. The sexiest voice ever. You won't know until you hear it. But think of Josh Hartnett.

His singing voice. Lovely and eats my heart out. It's like listening live to Christian Bautista. Seriously.

His eyes. I have a thing with chinky-eyed men. And as what Debbie Gibson always said: I get lost in his eyes.

His hands. Beautiful hands ever. Macho but neat. And so fast when he plays Counter Strike. haha!!! I even plan to record it on video. Baby, please let me?

 

His scent. Sometimes Oxygen, sometimes Lacoste, sometimes Lewis and Pearl. What-have-you. Still the best smell/s in the world.

His kisses. Okay, kisses from the one you love are all addictive. I shouldn't be explaining this since this is obvious and given.

His heart. He is nothing but nice. I feel like he's bringing out the best in me. And I think I can let it pass when he says that the other thing that he loves besides me is his PSP. Okay, then. You'll have your bonding with the PSP and those DOTA vanguards. Haha..

I never expected him and my brother to be close but thanks to The Bar. He is now officially Pogs' drinking buddy but in moderation. I promise. My mom likes him. Even Apollo does.

We are both Pizza monsters. Haha.. It's a good thing my brother works at Greenwich. Pizza is just one text away.

We sing together. Songs from the 80's. Ballads.
The Backstreet boys. RnB. Heck, and even Linkin Park!

He's so addicted to computers that he lets me hold the remote control EVERYTIME.
The TV is mine. The computer is his. Yay.

Last Christmas I had coffee with C. We caught up on old times and remembered that the last time we had that "bonding" was last Valentine's day when we were both plain lonely and miserable. Last Christmas was an emotional night since we were both happy at the moment and that the year won't end in tears but with all the joy and happiness that we deserve.

She's got L and I've got J.

I mean, it's true that when God closes a door, He opens a window. And that's JB to me.

Jb and Elle - Just LOVE